i want to find and read everything of his

au where after rasa’s death the sand sibs find a box of his old diaries from when they were kids and they expect it to be all cold political stuff and military plotting but then they read it and everything is just 

today kankuro drew the most wonderful drawing of a puppet horse I love how artistic and talented my son is I hope he’ll continue expanding his creative abilities <3 and then temari asked if she could help with dinner tonight I’m so proud to have such a mature, responsible and thoughtful daughter  <3

anonymous asked:

so I read your reply about people in the fandom making yuuri the "woman" and I 110% agree with that. my personal hc is that they switch, but vitya bottoms like 80% of the time just because he finds bottoming to be a more intimate experience, one he only shares with someone he trusts and deeply cares for (ie: yuuri) I'm also on the boat of thinking yuuri is a pretty natural dom and vitya a sub that just wants to take care of his wonderful husband

i love you and agree with everything you said anon 🙏🙏🙏 also that’s the best boat of thinking to be on, i live for service sub vitya ♥


Ok but you know how many feelings I’m having about Bitty having taken Shitty’s role as the keeper of the traditions?

Like my son has grown so much, remember when he was just a scared tiny little frog findings his way around this crazy team?

Now look at him so confident and at ease, with a boyfriend and out to his friends.

Still I kind of want to read about Shitty and Bitty’s friendship, did Shitty put him aside and taught him everything he knew? Did he see Bitty’s potential and started mentoring him since year 1?

In conclusion, we need more Bitty and Shitty friendship fics.

anonymous asked:

" I took the opportunity to implore the Attorney General to prevent any future direct communication between the President and me. " I'm dying he was like jeff I dont ever want to talk to this asshole again

I mean, I’m not the first person to point this out, but Comey’s written testimony reads like an account of a woman suing her boss for workplace harassment. He tries pretending it didn’t happen but starts recording everything, then he tries to find a livable compromise, then he tries asking other people in the office to be a buffer, then he tries just smiling and nodding along while never being alone with him, and finally he’s fired for not giving his boss a metaphorical blowjob. 

Then he’s publicly questioned about his testimony which, in large part, consists of asking why he never said no or fought back. 



Look at the boy. Look at him! Cute face with the little buck teeth and small skinny arms that are good for hugs and pats and everything. He run fast! He talk fast! He smile good! He tries his best at everything and I want a self esteem as big as his. Look at that good boy! He’s a happy boy! So pure and full of wonder!!


A good man! Strong! Powerful! Caring! He loves racoons and teleports bread. Very patriotic but loves his friends because they’re a team. He loves his team! He loves his family! He loves America!! He can neck snap bears!! Strong man very caring and goofy but also powerful!!!!


He is a pure child! Doesn’t want to hurt anybody but it’s not his fault. He doesn’t know what he’s doing; just wanna help!! He makes warm fires! Always happy. Always a good boy in my heart. Look! He has!! A poof!!! He wants to stay warm and he is a good warm boy inside. Good child!!



LOOK. He happy!! He pure!! Albeit drunk a few times, he’s still a good guy at heart! Would give you a hug if you’re sad! Energetic and understanding plus wants you to have a good day all day everyday!!!! A good good man! Can turn his entire body into an alcohol converter and very smart. Made his own bombs!! Smart!!! Lookie!!! He will get his job back! He will be with his friends! He will be with his family and he loves his family!!! A good man!!


He has! A good heart! Loves family! Loves friend! What if someone hurt friend?? HE CRUSH LIKE LEETLE BABY because he loves them!! Strong and kind. Gives Sandvich to those that are hurt. Respects others! Smart!! A good man!!! Doesn’t understand petty game when you can just smash everything and win like that. Good!! He finds other ways to win a game instead of just one that is efficient!! A good and smart man!!!!


A good man! Very patient and soft. Hard worker! Very patient! Smart man and knows how to build things!! Soft!!! Reads stories to make Pyro happy. A good man at heart! Short and cute too!!! Lookie him!!! He has his goggles up!! He is reading a story nice and soft!! I want him to read me cute child stories before bed!!! Nice man!!!!!



He is!! A man!! Of science!! Smart and does experiments; very curious indeed. Baboon babies! He smile! He smart! He trick satan!! He frees friends from sin. He hold baby! He has family! He saves Sniper!!! A good man! A science man!! Looks evil but is really good inside!! Has feelings; pls don’t hurt them. He loves his birds!!


HE HAS!! GOOD BODY!! He got shot but lived because he’s the most dangerous man on the island!!! A true sniper; takes the shot. He saves friends! He saves family! Nice hair; nice scars!!! Can headshot good and has respect. A professional!!! 


Always! Looking! Good! Can disguise. Can lie. Can seduce. He taught his son how to date!! A good man! Can hide quickly and loves children. Loves children!!! A good man at heart and good actor. Best actor!!

Crush (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Prompt : “So you love him!”

“No! I like him! There’s a difference! In my world it’s called a crush.”

“A crush? Why a crush??”

“Well, I suppose it’s because if the other person doesn’t like you back… your - ah, heart is crushed…?”

 “Well isn’t that depressing, is it!”

The prompt was taken from @wri-ting-prompts

You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.


Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.

“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.

Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.

Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.

“Thor? Is something wrong?”

Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.

“You have feelings for Loki.”

Your eyes widened.

“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”

Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now.
Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.

“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”

You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.

“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.

He smiled at you.

“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.

So you love him!’’ He shouted.

No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely.  But love still had a long way to go.

Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.

There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”

A crush? Why a crush?

Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.

Thor frowned.

That is just depressing.

Don’t I know it.

“You should tell him, (Y/N).”

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.

“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.

“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.”  You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.

“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.

Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “

You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.

Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.

“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”

“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”

You could swear that your heart stopped.

You looked up at him.

“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.

“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”

Loki looked away from you.

“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”

He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”

You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.

You took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

“It’s you.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.


“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”


Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.

“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”

“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.

“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”

“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.

You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.

He did not.

You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.

“I choose you, Loki. I will always choose you.”

I’m re-reading The Chamber of Secrets and when we meet Percy, he’s reading the book “Prefects Who Gained Power” and Ron makes a comment about how ambitious he is. How he wants to be the Minister of Magic one day.

Which got me thinking so I talked to Inky about it and wow, Slytherin Percy. Percy getting sorted into Slytherin (or choosing Slytherin) and trying to fix everything from the inside out; organizing clubs for the first years so they can find friends who won’t bully them for not being purebloods, making to-do lists, running bake sales, writing pamphlets, leading tolerance training. Creating political movements and unapologetically gaining power. Making enemies with the blood purists, championing his Weasley name and making it ring powerful and important and influential with the new generation of witches and wizards.

Slytherclaw Percy who understands, who uses what he knows about Gryffindor from his family to empower the Slytherins who get glanced over and bullied. Telling them that they’re important and powerful and that this is the time to make the connections that are going to help them get ahead and succeed in life. Spending your time efficiently—that’s the way to succeed.

Slytherin Percy

Anti theory time

This post is going to be a longer one but with different sections to break it up a bit, per loose theory bits and I’ll try and keep it organized. Includes images woo! Gifs and images are compiled by me (first tries at video gifs yay). But without further ado!

1. At PAX Anti sported two, very deliberately, neck stab wounds. Maybe from one jab, maybe two. (That they are stab wounds is sortof confirmed by a post from @wubkins that Jack liked). And the placement is rather suspicious, its right where the vocal cords are.

Why the vocal cords? Most likely to shut Jack up and to not get interrupted during his little message to us (but Jack did try though with a very broken ‘Help me’). And Anti probably doesn’t need vocal cords anyway since he is most likely some kind of spirit/ghost/entity capable of 'out of body’ speech.

2. What kind of being could he be? The Tulpa has been going around as a theory and Jack himself has said that it’s fairly accurate (answered in an ask). A section of the Wikipedia page about it gives this bit:

'Playing the part of a real being’ is the part that creeps me out the most. Anti pretending to be Jack, slowly taking over the channel. People find it difficult to distinguish between them.

But despite Anti being the chameleon that he is, he is not flawless in his doings. He gets impatient very quickly, is often very rude and more aggressive than Jack. Absolutely loves violence. Going as far as wanting to chop off fingers for fun (EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5).

Full Wikipedia Tulpa link here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa It’s quite the interesting read. Heck, I could fill another whole paragraph about this stuff haha.

But where did Anti come from? Another part of the Wikipedia page says that Tulpa’s are generated by a powerful concentration of thought. Who’s thoughts in the case of Anti? The community? It might have started when the community started drawing/imagining/writing about a counterpart to Jack, his anti version. That was most likely the start of the inevitable snowball that accelerated during the October of 2016 and on Halloween itself Anti 'solidified’, was powerful enough, thanks to the attention the community gave him, to take over. “You could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened”.

He then proceeds to brag about Jack being gone forever but that might not be the case. Anti has taken over Jacks body but Jack is still around, in the background, crying out for help. Or in the case of the intro of EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5, shouting stuff to Anti about what not to do. Two 'souls’ in one body kind of thing.

3. Glitchverse and dimension breaking. What exactly are the glitches that Anti is doing? Just video glitches or something more.

Anti does like his 'green’ dimension a lot, as well as fades/cuts to black. During these bits the viewer can’t see what is happening. During these blackouts the switch between Jack and Anti seems to happen a lot. Also during the blackout of the Detention episode the character went through a door with doors usually being the symbol for gateways. Might be a far stretch with the blackouts but it has happened quite a few times. Down below are gifs of the several blackouts, in chronological order of appearance.

4. Anti’s message at PAX. Ohboy. This was just brilliant. I attended the livestream and when Jack mentioned the participation thing, I too grabbed my phone to start recording but then Anti said hi. After finishing recording and getting hyped from that and watching the panel itself I did not think much of it at first. But the day after I realized something, why did Anti wanted that we record him…? Now I don’t know if there are any Whovians around but my mind immediately strayed to the Doctor Who episodes of the The Time of Angels, where a recording of a Weeping Angel came to life. Quoting the Doctor: 'That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel’.

And if that’s the case with Anti, well, he’s probably just be grinning his ass off of the fact that we just multiplied him everywhere. And are we going to delete that footage? Not likely. It was too much hype. But watch your back. '͞I͝'͝m ̛not ̕going ̀a͘nywher̡é,́ I̧'́m̨ a̶l͡wa͏y͜s t͜hére, ͏a͘l̶w͟ays̛ ̧wàt͝c͟h͞i̸ng̀'͘.

5. The glitch video montage.

Gif is at 50% percent of original speed, my brain is molten from seeing it at full speed too many times haha. @amycampbell00 did an amazing job at splicing the segment down, frame by frame, game by game over here.

It’s quite odd to think that Clustertruck, Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and Happy Wheels are in this compilation since it’s before the Halloween event but if Anti has been lurking around for some time then these series are perfect. Why? Clustertruck is a high energy game and Jack has mentioned that he gets all pumped up from it. Anti could sneakishly drain this energy from him, tiny piece by piece since he probably wouldn’t miss it anyway.

Why TABS and Happy Wheels? Well… Death, violence and gore. Again, Anti getting energy from this.

And what if the other games in the montage are the series that Anti has played/is playing. The Japan World Cup is probably one of the distraction ones, just like the Pipe Job one with a sneaky Anti at the end.

The Portal Collab and Don’t Starve ones have gotten me a tiny bit worried about Jacks friends. If they can’t tell the difference then, yikes, doomed.

Also, I’m still trying to figure out the message of the montage. The different audio segments. My feeble guess at what he says?

'Ha, ha, ha. Jack is dead, bitch. Now I’m terrified.’

First part makes kind of sense, second part, not so much. I’ve listened to the segment a heap load of times now but I’m not getting much wiser haha.

And these are my Anti theory bits for now. To anyone reading this, thank you. Also, have a cookie!

Feel free to share your thoughts about things. It’s a lot of fun going through all the theories that people have come up with so far and it gets me all excited. Good for story inspiration stuff too.


How to Love Like Us (Ethan x Reader)

Description:  Ethan is asked to join his ex for a sit down video for a YouTube channel where they are instructed to ask each other about their relationship.  As they move through their conversation, travelling through the past, a question comes up that has yet to be discussed.  The response Ethan receives is one he never expected.

Word Count: 2,862

Warnings: Talk of depression. Language.

 A/N: This is based off of YouTube videos such as Hurt Bae and other couple one on one interviews with each other.  Thank you to @scuteedolans for encouraging me with writing this piece.  In this Ethan is about 20-21 years old.  I hope you enjoy it!

 Your POV:

It had been 6 months since I had last seen him.  I knew that we were about to enter the room at the same time to sit in those chairs, face to face, with nothing just a stack of questions and never-ending eye contact.  Sat in the center of a nearly empty room were two, tall director’s chairs set so that we would be across from each other.  A couple cameras were set up to record with the camera men standing behind them, just waiting for us to take our places.

I never thought that I would be in one of these “exes ask questions’ videos, but when I was told that Ethan was asked to do one, I felt like I at least owed it to him after the way we left off, so reluctantly I agreed to do it with him.

           “Y/n, are you ready?” I turned to face the producer who had set this whole thing up.  I’m sure my eyes were filled with fear and hesitancy.

           I took a deep breath and nodded my head.  Was I actually ready to face him?  Did I have enough time to prepare myself for what was to come?  I wasn’t told ahead of time what these questions were going to be.  It was obvious that there would be questions that would catch me off guard or would be ones that I didn’t want to answer, but I signed the form that I would be completely honest and open throughout the whole thing.

           “Is Ethan in place?” she said as she pressed the ear piece closer, waiting for the answer.  “Okay, perfect, let’s get ready.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, “You’re going to do great.  We can take breaks when needed and you don’t have to ask to get up.” Her hand gave me a quick squeeze.  “Do you need a tissue?” she handed it to me without waiting for my response.

           I looked at my feet the whole time I walked to my seat, too many thoughts racing through my mind for me to comprehend.  Once I was standing next to the chair, I looked up to meet Ethan’s eyes.  He looked at me with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat the same way it did the first time he ever looked at me.

           We both picked up the notecards from our seats before finally sitting down.  It took me a solid 30 seconds to adjust in my seat whereas it only took Ethan a moment to find a comfortable position.  He tapped his cards against his thigh to straighten them up, his eyes still trained on mine.

           “Would you like me to go first?” he asked quietly.

           “Yes, please.” My voice could hardly be heard. It was like my voice had caught up in my throat.

           “Okay.” He lifted the first card, reading it to himself before sharing it with me.  A small smile formed at the corner of his lips, “How did we first meet?” he placed the card at the back of the stack.

           I laugh a bit at the memory, “We were both at Best Buy.” He flashed a toothy smile, “You and Grayson were looking for a new camera while I was looking for a new lens.”

           “Grayson was doing all of the work while I was taking pictures of myself on each camera.” Ethan filled in the next part, shaking his head at himself.

           “You kept trying to take selfies with me in the background to make me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t work.” I added, thinking back to that day.  I had noticed Ethan moving from camera to camera, turning it toward his face and snapping picture after picture.

           “And you,” he pointed right at me, “finally posed for a picture.  You flipped me off in the background.” He broke out in a small fit of laughter.

           I nodded, “I did.  You deserved it.”

           “You’re right I did.” He paused before nodding at the cards in my hands.

           Flipping the top one over I read it aloud without taking a look for myself.  I figured that it would be a better idea to just get it out.  “Did I ever do anything that made you question whether we were supposed to be together or not?  If so, what was it?”  The question rolled off my tongue much easier than it would have if I had read it in my head first.

           A frown formed on his face, his eyebrows knitting together.  He was taking a while to respond and it was making me more nervous than it probably should have.  “Nothing you ever did made me question us being together.  You were everything I hoped for and more.”

           My lips tightened, folding in as I tried to fight back the emotions I was feeling.  He said it in such a light tone, but the hurt that was in his eyes made my heart want to explode.  I tried to find the words to respond with, but there it was like fireworks, response after response exploding in my mind but fizzling away all too soon.

           Before I could even say anything he read his next card, “If you could describe our sex life in 3 words, what would they be?” I was surprised at how well he held it together as he asked.  I knew that he wanted to explode with laughter by the playfulness in his eyes.

           I bit my lip to suppress my grin, “Amazing, loving, and…” I tapped my chin, “adventurous.” I absent mindedly played with a piece of hair that was brushing against my face.

           “Oooh, adventurous!” he wigged his eyebrows and shoulders at the same time.  I immediately hid my face in my hands, embarrassed yet amused by his response.  “Don’t be so shy!” he leaned forward and gently hit my leg with his cards.

           “I can’t help it!” I argued, pulling out my next card, “What’s your favorite memory of us?”

           “Oh I don’t even have to think about this one!” he clapped his hands together.  “My favorite memory is the time we went on the jet ski and I let you drive it for the first time ever.  It was only a minute in and you knocked us into the water!”

           “I was so excited!  Guess the excitement got the best of me.” I giggled like a school girl.

           He shook his head, laughing, “When we came up we realized that you flooded the engine somehow so we had to swim it back to shore which took like a half hour.”

           “Then we got to the dock and you refused to help me out until I admitted that it was all my fault.  So when you finally helped me out I pushed you back in.”

           “And you told me it was out of love.  And I just knew, that I couldn’t let you go that day. I’ve never felt the way you made me feel.” He laughed, throwing his head back.  “God, no one could love the way we loved.  No one knew how to love like us.”

           “We did have an epic love.” I admitted, wishing I could relive all the moments we shared.

           “Next question.  What was your first impression of me?” he raised an eyebrow.

           I shrugged, “That you were a goon.  A cute goon, but a goon none the less.”

           “You loved every bit of this!” he held his hands out as if to say, ‘look at me’.

           I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks.  “Let’s move on.  Are you in a relationship now?” my chest tightened.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer, but the question had already been asked and there was no taking it back.

           “No.” he answered.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  “Are you?” he retorted.

           “That’s not your question to ask, it’s mine.” I raised my brows at him.

           “So you are.” He deadpanned.

           “No.  I haven’t talked to any other guy since you.  But it was my question to ask, so…” I made a childish face, placing the card at the back of the stack.

           He chuckled, “Always have to be sarcastic don’t you?”  I shrugged in response, “I miss your sarcasm.”  We both got silent.  He immediately looked down at his next card, “What was your favorite thing about me?

           “Your smile.” I responded.  “Your smile when you were excited, your smile when you were happy, your smile when I told a horrible joke, when we rode rollercoasters, when we were at comedy movies.  The way you smiled for me when I was sad and when I needed courage.  You’re smile whenever we were together.  I love your smile.”

           He purposely grinned from ear to ear.  He kept moving his head back and forth to make sure that I saw each angle of his infamous smile.  Of course I laughed because almost everything he does makes me feel an unexplainable joy that was unique to only him.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” Of course he had to pull on my heart strings a little more.  I was already feeling numerous different emotions and his actions and comments were only making those feelings stronger.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” I answered truthfully. Again we shared a moment of silence before moving on.  “What is the one thing you regret about our relationship or regret not doing during it?” I asked.  Why did these questions have to go so deep?

           His head turned to the side, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.  He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t get himself to turn to me.  I let him take his time; I didn’t want to rush him.  “I regret not telling you I loved you more.  You deserved more ‘I love yous’.  I wish I would have told you how much I love you every second of every day.”

           The tears finally started to well up in my eyes as he finally looked at me.  The Kleenex that had been sitting on my lap was now in my hands, ready to soak up any tears when they finally fell.  He had seen me cry enough already during the breakup, I didn’t want him to see me cry again.

           I pushed myself up from the chair, setting the cards down on the seat.  My feet carried me out of the view of the camera and off set.  Ethan didn’t follow me, he remained in his seat, his head turned back to the side again, only this time his eyes were focused on the floor. I could feel my heartrate picking up and my breathing going deeper than it had in the past 6 months.  My hands were covering my face as I took the time to collect myself.  It was a solid 3 minutes before I built up the courage to return to my seat.

           “Sorry for making you wait.” I mumbled as I returned to my position.

           He shrugged, “It’s okay, you needed a break. I didn’t mind.  I’ll always wait for you.”

           I tried to ignore his comment because there was only so much more I could take before I had a full on meltdown.  “It’s your turn.” I gestured towards the final card in his hand.

           “Oh, yeah.” He whispered.  “Okay, my last question is… Why did we break up?” his voice trailed off at the end.  “I don’t even know the answer to this question; you broke up with me and never told me why.” The curiosity in his voice was almost over shadowed by the pain.

           When we broke up there were so many things going on in my mind and when I made the decision I just left him with only a few words spoken and a thousand tears shed.  He deserved more than that but I was too much of a coward to tell him the reason.

           “I… I broke up with you because… I just…” I stuttered through my words.  I never thought the day would come where we would be sitting face to face with nowhere to run, and I would be forced to answer this question.  “I broke up with you because I wasn’t okay.  I was filled with a sadness that couldn’t be lifted.  It weighed heavy on my heart.  There were things that were going on in my life that I didn’t share with you because I know how easily worried you get.  I was just so sad.”

           “I could have helped you.  Why didn’t you tell me?  We could have worked through it together!” his voiced raised a bit but not too much.

           “Ethan…” I took a deep breath.  “Ethan, you were the only thing that could make me happy, but when you were gone my world got darker.  Do you know how scary that is?  How scary it is to know that you are depending on one person to bring happiness into your life?”

           “If you would have told me…”

           I cut him off, “If I would have told you that would have put pressure on you.  Pressure that you didn’t deserve.  I needed to learn to be okay on my own.  I can’t depend on someone all my life.  It was up to me to choose the path, it was up to me to choose recovery, and it was up to me to let you continue on your journey without me holding you back. There were many times I wanted to call you.  I wanted to tell you what was going on.  I wanted to ask you to rescue me.  But I had to be my own hero.”

           He ran his hand through his hair, a frazzled sigh leaving his mouth.  “What happened?” he whispered.

           “I was depressed.  At first I thought that there must have been something to trigger it, but there wasn’t. Sometimes people just get sad and there’s no explanation.  I started to pick apart everything in my life.  I wasn’t happy with the way I looked.  I was constantly searching for flaws on myself; it was almost an addiction for me.  I hated my job.  I chose to do what my parents wanted me to do.  I’m an accountant!  I fucking hate numbers!  I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to tell the stories built up in my imagination!  I wanted to tell our story!  And… I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.” Once I finished I took a deep breath.  I closed my eyes so that I could just breathe.  The silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeat, my pulse pounding in my head. I could hear Ethan’s breathing. It was a sweet rhythm that brought me peace faster than anyone else could.

           “You were always enough for me.” I felt his hand take mine in his.  “You are always going to be enough for me.”

           “But in my head I wasn’t even enough for myself.” I made eye contact with him.  “And I deserve to be enough for myself.”  I turned his hands over and traced the lines imprinted in them.

           “How do you feel now?” he asked, his eyes watching my fingers dance against his skin.

           I smiled, “These past 6 months I’ve been working on myself. A big part of it goes into my writing. I’m almost done with the first draft. I’m happier now.  It’s a work in progress, but there have been many successes.”

           “I’m happy that you’re feeling better and I’m happy you’re writing again.” He encouraged me, “I hope you continue to do so.”

           “I haven’t finished it quite yet…” I lifted my fingers from his hand, leaning back against the chair.  He leaned back as well, looking hurt that I pulled away.  “There’s one more question by the way.”

           “Hit me.” He said, tapping his hands against his legs.

           “It says… Do you still love me?” my hands tightened around the card.  “You don’t have to answer that.”

           He held up his hand, “I will always love you.  You were my world.”

           “And you were my world.”

           We sat there, eyes connected, voices off.  The workers dimmed the lights around us, leaving us in a peaceful darkness.  The cameras were turned off, all of the room was silent.  I stood up and Ethan mirrored my actions, our eyes still trained on each other’s.  He stepped forward, his hand sliding up my neck, delicately pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.  I could hear the shuffling of feet carrying the camera men away, leaving us two alone.

           “God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered.  I could feel his warm breath against my lips.

           “And I, you.” My fingers lifted and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

           “Please, come home.” I could feel his thumb moving in circles against my skin.

           “Okay.” I whispered, lifting my head a bit.

           “I told you.  I’d always wait for you.” He kissed me softly, whole heartedly, and gently. And although I never quit loving him, I somehow managed to fall even more in love.


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Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.


Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles

lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.


Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

Okay, so, I stepped into the Iron Bull tag, which given my current introspective mood (I’ve been drafting parts of Prodigal and it always leaves me thinking about Bull’s nature when I do that) was probably a mistake.

Because now I’m gonna write what I’ve been trying to put into words since the Bull tag started exploding.

Obs. beyond this point are spoilers for Trespasser. I realise my blog hasn’t been spoiler-free at all these past few days (I’m excited dammmit!) But I’ve been trying to tag and warn everything, and keep it solely to the text post. That said, if you do not want to be spoilt, do not read this post.

Okay, here we go.

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My family is going to be moving houses at the end of June, and since I’ve started packing away my books, I thought I might as well share some of my books with y’all and give some book recs while I’m at it!

First up is the LGBTQ+ books I own. Unfortunately, I don’t have very many given it’s kinda difficult to find ones with plots that I like. (I contemplated whether or not to include the wtnv novel in this one, but seeing as it’s not centered around Cecil and Carlos, I decided to leave it out for now).

But anyways, here they are:

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz - A coming-of-age story about two young Mexican boys, Aristotle “Ari” Mendoza and Dante Quintana, who are as different as can be, but who somehow manage to forge an unbreakable connection that spans from childhood to adolescence, and beyond. Ari is angry and confused and from a broken family. Dante is gentle, and emotional, and is “crazy about his parents”. Dante knows he’s gay. And Ari has no idea what to make of his relationship with his best friend.

This one is super sweet and isn’t in the picture because it’s with Natsu at the moment. But it’s really thoughtful and adorable, and I just love Ari and Dante to bits and pieces. Definitely a must-read, guys!

Beautiful Music For Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills -  About a young trans teen named Gabe who recently came out to his best friend and parents. The book is about him trying to make peace with who he is. Mostly, he does this through his love of music, and his bond with his next door neighbour, an old man who helps him get his first radio show, where he quickly develops a following of fans who fall for his unique taste in music and his quirky personality. 

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell - A Harry Potter-inspired fantasy book with an absolutely fascinating magic system. We follow an orphaned chosen one who’s just trying to get through the his last school year at his magic boarding school, the Watford School of Magicks, while the entire magical community somehow expects him to save them from the villain who’s been stealing their magic. And not to mention having to deal with his archnemesis vampire roommate who has probably been trying to kill him since the moment they met in first year. But after being broken up with by his girlfriend, and invited to his aforementioned archnemesis’ house over Christmas break, needless to say nothing is going as he would have expected. This entire book reads like some kind of strange, drarry roommates au fanfiction, and it’s absolutely GLORIOUS.

every day by David Levithan -  “A” doesn’t have a body of their own. For every single morning of their life, they’ve woken up in a different person’s body, with no friends or family or life to call their own. And it’s all fine. A’s gotten used to it, made peace with their fate. They’ve learned not to get too attached to anyone, learned not to attract too much attention or interfere too much with the life of the body they wake up in. That is, until they somehow find themselves falling in love with the girlfriend of one of the guys whose body they’re borrowing one day. I actually had to consider for a while whether or not to include this book, because a lot of the most important bodies A inhabits throughout this book are male bodies, and the main female lead is straight. But A themself is nonbinary and pan. They identify as whatever gender the body they’re in is, and are attracted to people regardless of their gender. Loved this book to bits and pieces, really bittersweet. It has a sequel called “Another Day” which is focused mainly on the Rhiannon, the female love interest, but I haven’t read that one yet since I’m not terribly interested in her.

Fan Art by Sarah Tregay - This one is….very juvenile. And by that, I mean it’s one of those idyllic, clichéd ya romances that we all like to pretend we don’t like, but that has all the tropes that we just adore in fanfiction and that we inevitably end up finishing in one sitting. It’s about a high schooler named Jamie who’s recently realized he’s head over heels for his (seemingly) straight best friend, Mason. Cue teen drama and angst and mutual pining. A really cute, light read with an adorable little comic near the beginning.

More Than This by Patrick Ness - Seth attempts suicide by trying to drown himself, and is pretty sure he succeeded. He felt his skull bash against the rocks after all. Only…he wakes up, naked, thirsty, starving, and utterly alone. He has absolutely no clue where he is, but the abandoned, crumbling, overgrown streets seem somehow vaguely familiar to him.

A suspenseful, thrilling, heartbreaking post-apocalypse with a gay protag that absolutely definitely has room for a sequel, though I don’t think the author has any plans to write one.

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg - Rafe Goldberg is openly gay, and has a pretty good life. His parents are super supportive, he’s popular at school and has lots of friends, and no one really cares that he’s gay. But he’s getting tired of always being labelled as “the gay friend”. He just wants to be a “regular guy” and not “the gay guy.” So when he transfers to an all-boys’ boarding school, he decides to become “openly straight” instead. But just when everything was going perfectly for him, it all starts unravelling when he finds himself falling for one of his new friends.

I have mixed feelings about this one. I enjoyed it quite a bit while I was reading it, but the ending left me quite unsatisfied, and after having some time away to think about it, I’m not entirely sure I like the main character very much. He’s kinda really manipulative. Read at your own risk.

Proxy by Alex London - Sydney “Syd” Carton is a proxy. Rescued from the wastelands as an infant, his debt to the city was bought by a huge corporation that sells the lives of orphans like him to various rich and powerful people, who buy them as scapegoats for their own children. Syd’s patron, Knox Brindle, is exactly the rebellious, asshole bad boy that every proxy dreads. When Knox breaks an expensive vase, Syd is beaten. When Knox crashes a car, Syd is forced to donate a dangerous amount of blood to keep him alive. When a girl dies because of Knox’s aforementioned car crash…Syd gets the death penalty. His mad attempt to flee his fate leads to the accidental kidnapping of his patron and has the two of them branded as terrorists, leading to a crazy, cross-country chase that will change their entire world as they know it.

This book. Is literally one of my favourite books in the entire fucking world. Hands down the best dystopia book I’ve ever read. The characters are absolutely fantastic, the character development is fucking amazing (Knox somehow ended up becoming my fav character???), the world is rich and vibrant, and the book is beautiful and thrilling and utterly heartbreaking. If you read just one book from this entire list, let it be this one. It also has a sequel, for those of you interested, though I haven’t read it (and don’t plan on it either), so I can’t really vouch for it.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan - When two boys from completely different social circles and personalities somehow stumble across each other on one mutually crappy night, their shared name brings both their lives careening together in a strange, complicated, and downright frustrating way.

This one….was kinda dark. It was funny, because one of the Will Graysons is an edgy lil emo kid who thinks strictly in lowercase and writes angsty poetry and he’s absolutely adorable. But it also addresses some very real hardships and struggles that both gay and straight teens have to face. 

[Favorite Fics 11/?]

title: got the sunshine on my shoulders 

author: @hattalove


five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

words: 124K

Sportacus keeps a diary but the only thing he puts in it are things about Robbie. Robbie’s schemes, Robbie’s costumes, Robbie’s smiles, Robbie’s butt. The name ‘Sportacus Rotten’ scrolled across pages. ‘Robbie and Sportacus’ and ‘Robbie Rotten’ in hearts. List of the things he likes the best about him. Poorly drawn pictures of him.

One day Robbie finds out and steals it. When Sportacus realizes its missing he freaks out and looks everywhere. He eventually finds Robbie on the bench reading it. He wants to cry and scream at the same time. Think’s everything is messed up and Robbie will make fun of him now, if not hate him.

Robbie just looked up when he notices Sportacus standing there, his cheeks flush and they stare at each other. Robbie hugs the book to his chest and stutters out,

“Can I keep it?” And Sportacus just sighs in relief and sits next to him, looking at the book as Robbie opens it again.

“Sure,” Sportacus says, leaning on Robbie’s shoulder as he turns the page. 

My autism is hilarious, but only when I say so

Okay so as it’s April now, I wanted to write something for @walkinredinstead‘s April Challenge. The first topic is autistic humor, so I chose to discuss joking about autism and when/to what extent that’s okay. Now there are two extremes on this topic: the “can’t you take a joke” camp who go around spewing slurs, and the people who seem to think any joking at all is “trivialising” autism. It probably won’t surprise anyone to find out that I think these are both very wrong.

To illustrate the point I’m gonna make, I’m going to talk a bit about The Big Bang Theory. Now I know, collective groan time, it’s been done to death, but it works for my purposes. I just remember a while back reading something where one of the creators said that they didn’t want to make Sheldon “officially” autistic because then they couldn’t make jokes about his behaviour anymore. My thoughts when I read this? Besides everything else that’s obviously wrong with that, yes you could.

I’m not talking about the jokes they do make. Those are awful regardless to be honest. But I would love to see an autistic character who jokes about their own autism. Maybe with loved ones joining in from time to time, in a respectful way. The point is, getting comedy out of autism is very much a thing that can be done.

I joke about my autism a lot. On here with other autistics, with my mostly disabled friends and family, sometimes even just on my own in my head. I don’t think I’ve ever met an autistic person who doesn’t do that to some extent. Maybe there are some, and that’s absolutely fine. The important thing is that we have control over it. That people remember it’s our experience to joke about or not, it’s our choice. And that if we say they’ve taken it too far, they stop.

Some examples of my favourite autism jokes:

-X thing causes autism (autistic-coded fictional characters, breathing, my presence)

-Stimming (you can actually fly by flapping your hands, endless fun with vocal stimming/echolalia)

-My motor skills (I have the handwriting of an excited child, wtf hands, I fall over while standing still)

-My speaking problems (what are words?)

-Flat affect (resting blank face, my face won’t do the thing, I’m feeling things but my face disagrees)

-Sensory issues (as superpowers, with another autistic friend, our squeaking reactions to noise setting each other off)

Of course I have my limits. For example DON’T joke about my sensory issues when I’m overloaded or very distressed as opposed to momentarily startled and then okay. DON’T make fun of my motor skills or speaking problems if I didn’t do it first and you’re not a close friend or family member. DON’T mock my stimming for being weird. Bur different people will have different limits. With the things I’m comfortable with, I would take care not to make those jokes around someone who said they weren’t comfortable with it.

The point is, sometimes autism is freaking hilarious, and that’s okay. But autistic people get to decide when.

Also this post causes at least three autisms.

Faded - Jungkook scenario (Mafia AU, angst, slight fluff)

Originally posted by nelliel66

A/N: I had this idea and imagination for a while now, thought I should write and post it! Inspired by movie “Legend”
Hope you like it :) Tell me your thoughts on it if you want to ^^

Members: Jungkook x You, ft. Jimin
Genre: angst/ slight fluff
Word count: 3760
Warnings: cursing, fighting etc..

It’s funny how person can have such an affect on you, change you. He was my guy, my man who I loved. It took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.
His name was Jungkook. A guy who loved money, didn’t love to be lied or played, because it will end awful for you.
His best friend Jimin, liked being a gangster too. Money, luxury, loved good looking women.
If anyone messed with them, it would end up ugly. You could have an agreement with them to do something, but with no money there is no game to play.

Jimin was older than Jungkook. He owned few clubs in the city. Biggest ones, most popular ones.
They loved being the center of everything. They met a lot of famous people during the years of owning their clubs.
They had anything that you wish for in your life.


“Where is Aden?” Jungkook turns towards his daily guard Frank, who is with him or near him each day, 24/7.
“He can’t get up. Probably still sleeping Jungkook” he looks at him leaning against the car
“Let’s go visit him.” Jungkook said and got in the back of the car.

Driving for 20 minutes, Frank stops at Aden’s house. Jungkook gets out and walks to the front door of his house, knocking few times.

- That is where I come in. From that moment it all started to change. -

You had a small smile on your lips as you looked at Jungkook. He tilts his head, looking at you.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N.” you smiled
“Aden’s sister” you added
“Your brother was supposed to be at work hour or two ago. Is he home?”

You call out for Aden. And look back at Jungkook.
“How come I never saw you?” he spoke, putting his hands in his pockets
“Probably we never came across each other.” Jungkook smiled at your response and nodded his head
“What you have there?” he points at the counter, at big bowl with candy

Aden quickly opens his bedroom window.
“Sir I WILL BE RIGHT DOWN!” he shouted and hurried to get dressed in his white shirt and grey suit

Jungkook looks down from the window at you.
“Those are hard candy? Want one? I am chewing on one now” you said and walked to the bowl
“What kind you eating?”
“Lemon and strawberry in the middle?”
“That one sounds good” he smiled

You gave him the candy and he puts it his mouth. Few seconds later he would chew it.
“You’re not supposed to chew it right away, you know?” you look at him, leaning against the door frame
“Well, I need to get to that strawberry. It’s too much of a wait”
“You are supposed to be patient” you smile
“By being so patient, doesn’t get you what you want, does it?” he looked away and then slowly back at your eyes again
“I’ll tell you what” he steps a bit away
“You go out with me, and you brother doesn’t get into trouble, he is in”
You stop for a moment, look around and nod your head.
“Okay, I’ll go out with you, but not for that reason” you smile
“Y/N get back in here, you need to clean the kitchen!” you hear your mom shouting, turning your head
“Saturday, 8PM?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows
“Sure” you smiled and Aden walks down the hall in hurry and you walk away

Aden and Jungkook walked together down the path.
Jungkook slaps lightly across back of Aden’s head.
“Ouch!” Aden puts his hand behind his head, looking at Jungkook
“You’re lucky you didn’t get anything more painful” Jungook smiled and sat in the car with Frank in front and Aden driving.

Jungkook looked through the window, watching the city, people.
“Aden, how come you never told me about your sister”
“Ah she’s just very shy, fragile in a away.”
“Oh… She’s a nice girl you know?”
“Yes, she’s a beautiful person inside and out” Aden nods his head, driving

Jimin was sitting down with his guards and friends Tommy, Ron.
He watched the people in the club, listened to singers singing live on stage.
Walks over Patrick, also the guy in their crew.
“Charlie is drunk and waving with a gun in his hand, in front of the club.” He said to Jimin
“Always ruins such an amazing evening” Jimin said and got up being followed behind with his guys.

He walks outside, throwing his cigarette away, and look at Charlie. Charlie noticed Jimin, and stops fulling around and keeps looking at him.
“What are you doing mate?” Jimin asked putting one hand in his pocket, getting closer to Charlie
“I got drunk a bit” he looked down
“You’re waving around with a fucking gun, you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jimin points at him
“I’m sorry Jimin.”
“Go on, hand the gun to Ron.” Jimin said and Charlie gives the gun to Ron
“Here” Jimin takes out the pack od cigars and hands one to Charlie, he puts it in his mouth, and Jimin gets the lighter and lights up the cigarette. Soon as he inhales, Jimin punches Charlie in the face.
“Don’t you EVER walk around my club drunk. Waving a fucking gun. Little slut” Jimin grabbed Charlie’s face and pushes him away.
“Get some tissues” Tommy said and Ron ran inside

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and walks back into the club.

“He is a criminal Y/N. A gangster! He doesn’t give a damn about you” Jungkook was leaning against his car, waiting for you, with him cigarette in his mouth.
“You know what?! He seems nice! Just so you know I will kiss him!” he smiled and saw you walking outside, throwing his cigarette away.

You walked towards Jungkook. You stop in front of him.
“You look lovely” he smiled
“So do you” you smiled looking at his black suit and tie.

Jungkook opens the car door and you get inside.
Arriving at the club, Jungkook greeted a lot of people.
“Everyone knows you here” you said
“My best friend owns the club, so do I, but not fully” Jungkook looks down at you
“Jungkook” Jimin shouted
“That is him.” Jungkook smiled and two of them hugged each other
“Who you have here?” Jimin looks at you smiling
“This is Y/N. Y/N this is Jimin”
“Nice to meet you” Jimin smiles and shakes your hand
“I’ll leave you two to have alone time… Enjoy” Jimin pats Jungkooks’ back and walks through the crowd

Jungkook and you sit down. Soon after the drinks come.
People kept greeting Jungkook.
“Fuck off” Jungkook didn’t make any sound and looked at his guard.
“It’s important” they were communicating
“Are you talking to someone?” you laugh a bit
“Sorry, they want to talk to me, but they don’t understand I have a nice lady with me” Jungkook apologizes
“It’s okay, if it’s important. I will wait” you look at his eyes
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” you nod your head
“Hey Ron!” Jungkook waves him to come here
“Stay with her, till I come back” Ron nods his head and sits down next to you

Jungkook walks over to Tommy, who was standing in the corner.
“I have a lady there.” Jungkook said being annoyed
“I know, but it’s important Jungkook” Tommy said as two of them walked

Standing in the corner of crowded room was Charlie again and Alec.
“Jungkook. Charlie has something to say. Come on spill It out” Alec looks at Charlie
“Go on” Jungkook said taking out an cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up
“There is something…” Charlie said
“Are you gonna take whole damn night? I don’t have fucking time” Jungkook looks down his watch
“I took some money, off the bank account. I just wanted to make my girlfriend happy. And it was tight situation..” Charlie said
Jungkook looks at him and then at two of them.
“Is that it? That is so important?” he raised his eyebrows
“You will just pay every dollar you took. Did you hear me?” Jungkook points at him and inhales
“I thought about suggesting that” Charlie slowly nods his head. Jungkook hands him a cigarette and goes to light it up for Charlie but punches him in the face like Jimin did.
Alec tells Tommy to get some tissues, because he was bleeding out of his nose again.
“Don’t you ever steal our money again you prick” Jungkook whispers to Charlie and start to walk away
“Fucking hell” he hears Charlie said
“Oh what did you say?!” Jungkook turns around, Tommy holds him by his arms
“Let him go” he said
“Get him out right now. I don’t want to see him again. No one is gonna curse in this club” Jungkook and Tommy walk together
“There is something else Jungkook”
“No, I am not dealing with anything else no more. I have a beautiful girl there, I want to have a nice evening. SO leave me out of this. Get Jimin” Jungkook hands the cigarette to Tommy and walks away, towards your table.
Ron stands up and walks away and Jungkook sits down.
“I’m sorry for that… Did I miss anything?”
“No, just me”
“Now that is important” he smiled and took a sip of his drink

You look down.
“Do you like being a gangster?” you look up at him.
Jungkook stares back at you, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
He slowly shakes his head no
“I am not…A gangster” he said and you smiled looking at him
“I like the money, the luxury… But I am not a gangster” he said
You nod your head.
“Fuck off” you could read from his lips and laugh a bit
“What?” he looks back at you
“I find it funny when you don’t want anyone to interrupt you, so you like fuck off” you laugh and he smiles
“I want this night to be good, great. Just because I am spending it with you” he stared at your eyes.
You smiled a bit and looked down his lips and just lean in. pressing your lips against his. Two of you kissed. And Jimin watched with a smile on his face. He was happy, but didn’t know how will everything work out between you two.

Being with Jungkook was everything you wanted. You didn’t expect him to be such a sweetheart, even if he was bad, you would like it anyway. There was something about him that you just couldn’t let go.

We spent hours on his bed, in his bedroom, laying down. Our lips being connected for hours. His body on mine. He made me feel safe, made me feel good. He was everything I wanted. A lot of me was lost in him. He knew me better than ever. He was there for me.
My mother didn’t like him. Kept saying he is the mistake I made. I don’t feel that way.


Jungkook heard the same stories over and over that your mother was telling you before you leave the house to go with him.
His half smoked cigarette is thrown away each time he waited for you. It’s a waste for a cigarette but you’re more important than that.
“Yup, each time you take my breath away Y/N” Jungkook smiled and took your hand pulling you closer to him.
He leans down kissing your lips, you deepen the kiss and then pull away, smiling.
“Such a tease… Go on get in the car” he laughs shaking his head

Two of you walked down the park. You look up at him, he looks down at you.
“What is it? I bet you have something on your mind” he spoke
“I never thought that I’ll be with a man like you” you look around the park, looking at all the flowers, trees. Everything felt relaxing and you loved it. Loved to be with Jungkook in such moments, places.

Jungkook looked down at you, with a small smile on his lips. He admired how beautiful you look, are.
How he found himself in you. You were like a missing puzzle he couldn’t find. You were a beautiful red rose, who he took care of, so the petals won’t and don’t fall down to the ground.
He kept you growing, helped you finding yourself. Wanted you to know that you matter, that you deserve him. That you believe him in every and each way possible. That you’re safe with him, in his arms, that no one can’t hurt you.
He knew you trusted him. He can’t break it. Doesn’t want to break the trust you have.

Watching you speaking, he couldn’t hear you from all the thoughts that were going through his head.
“Why you looking at me like that?” you smiled
“I love you.” He spoke and two of you stop walking

You kept looking at him, just to process what he said. A smile grew on face.
“I love you too.” You said softly

Cherry blossoms start to fall on two of you and the ground as the wind blows. Both of you smiled looking at each other.
Jungkook reaches to your hair and pulls out one cherry blossom out of your hair.
You step on your toes and kiss him, holding your hands on his chest.

Soon the stone cold winter started to pass and spring was already here.


It’s about to be May soon. Crazy how times fly’s. I am feeling, bit empty. I miss Jungkook. I miss his hugs, kisses, sound of his laugh, his beautiful eyes that would look at me for hours. He got caught up in so work lately that I don’t know if he’s even okay.
I got my driver’s license finally, I waited for it so long. Jungkook bought me a car on my birthday.
White Aston Martin DB9 Carbon… It’s funny how he bought me such an expensive car, he didn’t want me to ask about the price. It was a birthday gift.
I asked him “Do you want to take a drive with me?” and his smile faded from his face. “I can’t” he rubbed back of his neck.
“Oh It’s okay” I just spoke and looked away, looking at the car.
“I can’t today, but some other time” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I thought how is always the same thing. Business. I understand. But when will I matter again like he cares so much about his business shit. I get mad sometimes at him. I don’t answer his calls or text messages.
But he always comes to my place as the situation is like that, because he’s worried. AT least he’s worried.

I wonder does he love me like he used to do? That question will be answered sooner or later.

You decided that night to get dressed up, and go to Jimin’s and Jungkook’s favorite club they own. They spend most of their time in that club. Since Jungkook said he doesn’t have time not even tonight, you just wanted to see what is actually happening.

“Ahh miss Y/N. Good evening” John smiled as he was guarding the pass to the club
“Good evening John. Let me in?” you smiled looking up at him
“Of course. Have a good night” he smiled and let you inside

Most of people working for them two knew you, because of Jungkook.
Everyone greeted you and kept smiling at you.
“Can I get you anything?” Ron walks up to you
“I’m good Ron… Is Jungkook anywhere near?” you look around, but don’t seem to notice him
“Oh yeah, boss is sitting there, near the stage with Jimin” he points
“Thank you” you smiled

As you kept walking towards. Two of them were laughing their asses off. Holding drinks in their hands. By Jungkook’s face you could tell he was drunk. Both of them were.
As you approached them, Jimin noticed you first and stopped to laugh and got serious, Jungkook looked over at Jimin, not getting what’s wrong. He turns his head in direction he’s looking and sees you.
You stop at their desk. Looking at Jungkook.
“Your “I can’t tonight” is this huh?” you laugh and shake your head walking away. Jungkook stood up and followed you, so did Jimin.

“Y/N please stop” he threw his cigarette away.
“No, leave me alone” you said, walking straight
“Y/N fucking stop” he grabs your arm tightly. You look up at him. He let’s slowly let’s go.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to curse in front of you.”
“You were lying whole damn time!” you push him lightly

Jimin stops near the door and lights up a cigarette, just waiting.

“Y/N I am sorry.”
“You’re even drunk. Is that what you do every night?” you asked
“We got some business that mattered done and we are celebrating” he smiled widely, his eyes being sparkly
“When will I matter like that fucking business?” you asked and Jungkook stared at you, not saying a word.
You slap him across his face and tear up, walking away.

Jimin watched the show, watched you leave. Jungkook turned round and walked towards him.
“Give me that” he spoke and took his cigarette
“Let’s get even fucking drunk” Jungkook added
“I think you shouldn’t let her go away” Jimin points, sliding one of his hands into his pocket
Jungkook looks down, inhales and turns his head, looking at the street where you walked down to.
He nods his head and hands the cigarette to Jimin and starts walking towards you.

You cried, even when you got back home. You threw all your stuff away, sitting down in the living room.
You hear knocks on your front door. You quickly wipe off the tears and walks towards the door, knowing Jungkook will be standing there.
You slowly open the door and look at his eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” he said
“You know couples fight, but they make up, just because love keeps them together” he looks down at you
“Love keeps them strong” he added
“I know I messed up, I was caught up in everything. Jimin now told me you shouldn’t let her go away like that. Kept telling me how beautiful girl you are and that I should go after you. So here I am. I know I made a mistake. I’m sorry” he kept talking and all you could is have a small smile on your face, you thought he really cares. He actually looks like it and his words sound true.
You put your hand on his neck and pull him down towards your face.
“It’s okay” you kiss his lips
“I’m sorry” he said between the kisses
“It’s okay.” You said gain and kissed him more


Yes it was okay. Okay again. But it started to get worse. I knew the answer to my question.
No, he doesn’t love me anymore.
My eyes are tired from crying, my body and mind tired of trying. We fight a lot now. He doesn’t chase after me as he did the first time. Now he gets even more drunk, so he forgets.
In the morning he would visit me and say sorry, I, like a fool would fall for him over and over again and tell him sorry.
You know not every “Sorry” deserves an “It’s okay” in return. I learned that.

I saw this quote the other day. It says:
“ “just tired” she muttered
but you could tell it was not just a lack of sleep, but lack of hope and happiness that made her act the way she did”
I felt connected with it. He was my happiness, my everything. I started not get no sleep because of all the worries and just all the hoping for him to change.

I always thought if the hurt or sadness comes, so will the happiness. I know it will be hard for me to let go. All I ever wanted was him.

He was the shadow to my light. He fade away.

“Hey” he was sitting on the bench in the park. Park where two of you confessed love to each other.
It was a beautiful day. Beautiful day for a walk, for thinking, relaxing.
“Hey” you said and sat next to him.
“You told me you wanted to talk” Jungkook turns his head towards you, observing your face
“You know it’s been rough time. Between us.”
“Oh come on Y/N. We’re just fine”
“Fine you say? What about all the things you’re putting me through? I’d never do this to you.” You look at his eyes
“Y/N..-“ he tries to take your hands in his, but you move it away slowly.
“I’m in pain” you tear up

Jungkook stares at you, and quickly pulls you in a hug. His chin rests on your head. You could smell his perfume he always wears. You’ll miss it.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly
“I know you are.” You move away and wipe off the tears
“But I think perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other” you look at his one last time before leaving
He bit on his lip, holding it between his teeth. Looking down at his hands. You knew he’ll shed a tear. He cares about you.


“It’s okay to still think about him. If he’s still all you can talk about, it’s okay. If you still can’t fall asleep because of the thought of him on your mind, it’s okay. It’s okay, because all of these things will slowly fade. It’s okay, because one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re over him. You won’t forget him, but you will see that being without him will make you a little less sad every day. So don’t give up and believe in yourself, because it will all be okay in the end.”

I smiled and learned that is okay. That truly is okay.
Maybe Jungkook and I just fell in love at the wrong time. Wrong place.
If I could send Jungkook a letter. There would be three words and his favorite line he loved to say.
“Don’t forget me.
Until the flowers bloom again,
please stay there a little longer”

Before I stop writing in this notebook of mine. Where I will let all the memories stay and be.
You need to learn to let go of everything that doesn’t want to stay.

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty sure we have the reason for the S*n article now. Every time he does something that gives him mostly good, mature, music-based promo, his shit UK team is there to write some inane stunt-filled monstrosity. So people who read the Noisey article and want to learn more then find a handy summary article from the S*n detailing out everything they "need" to know. Trying to control the narrative when it's not from a Syco mouthpiece. How annoying. Can he be free now?

Yeah, it’s really fucking annoying.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I want to start reading the gaf stories but I have NO idea where to start. Is there a way I can find the beginning of the au?

a good impossible question bud. start with this first kiss its everything i ever wanted for the story its Beautiful

then lets see….

clarke & lexa meet & fall in love in like. 4 fuckin minutes those gay dumb kids

their second kiss

lexa is Not So Happy that clarke is dating finn whoops

i have no idea where this fits into the timeline but its kinda cute & its got aden & octavia & anya so its still good

raven & lexa have some nice bonding time my good kids who Doesn’t like alcohol & building robots my smart kids

clarke feat. yacht mom bob & she goes on a date w octavia

poor murphy. just. poor murphy. 

clarke is a needy hoe & they’re both dramatic & gay (clarke is bisexual but u know what i mean)

octavia blake comes out as non-binary feat. Hero Librarian

then start on the main story


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader finds Bucky’s journal in her apartment after he broke up with her. Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,477

Warnings: Depression, Language probably, idk

A/N: It’s named Adagio because I listened to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for strings while writing this. Such a beautiful song. Also there are two BuckyNat quotes, they were too beautiful I couldn’t resist. Hope you’ll like the story :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

“You should find a new secret place for your diary, miss.”

The repairer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and frowned as he waved a small book in the air.

“I don’t have a diary.” You extended a hand in his direction and took the book.

“Well, it’s what was blocking the vents. Should work now.” He closed the vent grill and climbed off the chair.

All your attention was focused on the small leather-bound book in your hands. You didn’t flinch when the repairer announced his ridiculously high price, you only made a noise of agreement and walked him back to the front door without taking your eyes off the book.

Once he was gone, you walked over to the kitchen and put the book on the counter. Carefully, you opened it to a random page.

Cursive letters, clear handwriting, nice loops, a bit in italics. You would recognise Bucky’s handwriting anywhere.

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