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anonymous asked:

I can tell you've been through a bad breakup, what did your ex do for you to leave him? I've been following you for years and you're always so positive so I hate to see you down..

Our last encounter he locked me in a room for two hours and verbally abused me, damaged my shit, threw my phone and fucked it up so badly I had to get another one, at the same time he hit me and head butted me, and only left when I threatened to call my mum. I had a bruise on my head for over 10 days. He texted my mum abusive shit claiming I’m a hoe because I reblogged a guys picture on tumblr and even tried to turn my friends against me by telling them all the “bad things” about me. Which didn’t work - it just made him look foolish. I called a uber to take me to london to fix my phone and it happened to be a guy I went to school with. He stayed with me for 4hours and didn’t charge me. He brought me food, reassured my mum I was okay and even calmed down some of my male friends. An hour after my ex left, his mum then sent me abusive messages calling me “the angel of death” because I wouldn’t take her son back. The manipulative emotional shit he/ they did during the entire relationship only resonated recently. It was literally a nightmare disguised as love. If I ever see him with another woman I will warn her too and so will my friends regardless if they’re with me or not. I recently spoke to one of his old ex’s and she confirmed that that was the reason why she left too. So I’m glad I walked when I did. I felt stuck and knew shit would get worse. He apologised via email a few weeks later and then 2 weeks ago sent another email blaming me for everything lol. He’s still playing victim online too. It’s hilarious but scary at the same time. He was much older than me, so there’s really no excuse for his behaviour/ his reluctancy to change and seek help either.
I have 5 brothers and the only reason why I didn’t involve them, is because I know what they are capable of and they’re all in a good place now. Plus he really isn’t worth it. I informed the police and they have reassured me that if anything happens, they will take full force. My God brother is a police officer.

I’m in a great place now though. It’s been 3 months and I’m completely over it. My life is gone back to being stress free and light. Heartbreaks are difficult. Walking away from a narcissistic and sociopathic person is even worse and repairing the damage could be a long process for some. But it isn’t the end of world. I’m back to being me again and I’m happy. I feel beautiful again. I’m being introduced to/ meeting some amazing prospects lol. But this summer I’m just living and going with the flow. There are some amazing men out there and I’ll be damned if I let this fuckery prevent me from experiencing love in its truest form.

Emotional and physical abuse is very real and if you find yourself in that situation, put yourself first and run. These types of people will never give you the closure you need as they thrive over the power of controlling you emotionally and they will continue to portray themselves as a victim to whoever listens. Let them. Who gives a shit. You’re free and life will open up and become light and beautiful again.
If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Claire: DO NOT BITE THE HAND, BRIGITTA
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Claire: IAN WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMESARE MURRAY
  • Jamie: FOR FUCKS ACTUAL SAKE IAN
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Jamie: WHAT IN GODS NAME POSSESSED YE
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste

anonymous asked:

(1/3) Any advice you could give me? I'm an INTJ and I've been in quite the Se grip for quite a few months, and being aware of it makes it even worse. I stress-eat and so I've gained quite some weight as well. The main reason for this is that I've been thrown off my "juju" (if that makes sense) and failed to make my intricate schedule prior to this college sem (For various reasons. Mainly guys. This is why I cannot date. I cannot focus my energy on two things at once. Also emotions ???)

(2/3) I’m quite stressed in result of the lack of structure and also, I’ve been lacking in performance lately. Simply put, it’s a matter of “I’m going to fail, it’s not going to be perfect. So why should I even try?”. I understand this mindset isn’t healthy, and it’s not how I usually am. I hate not being at my best and not doing anything worthwhile. So I am under constant stress, stress-eating and over-indulging to cope, hating myself for not taking action, and the cycle continues.
(3/3) I’ve tried to come up with ideas myself but… I think it’d be better and more comforting even, to hear from someone else how I can get myself out of this horrid rut? Thank you for your answer, I appreciate it and your blog.

~–~–~–~–~

INFJ: Hey there, INTJ. So when I get this type of questions, I end up talking about what has worked for me or what has work for people around me, since that’s the best mark of quality I can offer. However, I understand different people work differently and maybe not all of this helps. But if there is something in my words that help you regain your steps, I’ll be a happy camper.

First things first, something you already know: you’ve made some not-so-good choices that took you were you are now. I am quite sure that some circumstances had a bad effect on you, which mix in the rut you are talking about. I’ve seen that in my INTJ. So my first advise is to understand one thing, without falling in the next one:

  • Understand that your present self is a product of your past choices.
  • Understand that hating on your past and present self isn’t gonna help your future you. (In the end, we are here to try to make things easier to future you).This is harder than what it looks like. 

[Geek example, ignore if you don’t need it(?): There is this thing in games called Random Number Generator, that makes things a little random sometimes. When you are playing an strategy game and you get your fair amount of bad luck. Maybe your attack didn’t hit your opponent three times in a row and you loose because of it. That sucks. Would things had been different in other circumstances? Probably, yes. But you see, you can’t control RNG, the same way you can’t control some of the things that happen to you. What you can do, is prepare the best strategy you can possibly make, and try your very best every moment. Okay, geek off].

The second thing I’d recommend is reading my last post about overthinking if you haven’t already. You can find it here. 
There are some points that might help, and for starters, I really, really, really recommend you to go for a walk everyday. It’s a great predecesor to create the habit if exercising. It does sound like there is a little too much serotonin in your brain at all times lately and not quite enough endorphins there. Going for a walk everyday can be hell, but I am confident you can do it. At lest ten minutes. As they say in Bojack Horseman: “It gets easier. You have to do it everyday. That’s the hard part. But it does get easier”. This might take a while, but exercise helps with:

- Sleep problems.
- Training your will.
- Making you feel better.
- Keeping your mind at a your very best.

As I said, this might be difficult at first. Don’t beat yourself if the day ends and you haven’t gone for a walk. That is like blaming RNG, won’t help. Just plan the walk you are gonna take first things first the next day, and do it.

This brings me to my next point: your J is frozen. So let’s bring some warmth! I want you to find a place where you can write. A piece of paper works, but if you have a notebook you can use, that might be better. I want you to stop reading this when I give you directions, and come back when you are done, okay? For around five minutes, try to put in this piece of paper every task you’d been procrastinating that is making your mind feel shitty. It might be laundry, it might be signing up for a gym, it might be buying one particular text book.

Do it now. I’ll wait here till you are done.

Are you done? (If you just want to keep reading that’s okay too, just do it later, alright?) Now, I want you to do one of two things (even both). This is since I’ve watch that one works for some people and the other one for others:

  1. Divide each task in one of each of this pairs: important-not important, urgent-not urgent.
  2. Put next to each task how long it’s gonna take you. If you are not quite sure, try to switch it in “5 mins, 10 mins, 30 mins, one hour, unknown”. 

If you completed the first instruction, you’ll have a list of things you need to get done right now (important-urgent). This is your fire zone (my INTJ gets dizzy after dealing with this one for too long). If you feel in a constant feel of urgent things, where everything is important, you’ll eat out your willpower and then it will be hell to seat down and make an action plan because your mind will be burn-out. This is probably the case, so we are gonna take things slow. Don’t put in your plate more than you can eat. As well as going for the walks I talked about, you are going to do one thing of this category each day. You can do more if you feel like it, but for a start, every night before (or every morning of the day in question, whatever works for you) you are gonna choose which task you wanna get done the next day. And then, try to get it that the day in question. At the same time, I recommend doing as a secondary quest, one of the tasks in the important-non urgent category (this is the category I feel like you should be in). But this is a secondary mission. Do it only if you can, or if one day you feel like you can’t do your primary mission and there is a task for the secondary you could get done.

When the first week is over, how about you come back and talk to us? Maybe we ca try a little review of your week. Has this worked? Do you have any suggestion? Do you want further advise? I’ll be glad to help if I can, and give out more tips if I find some that might help. Sorry if it this was weirdly written. You really got this, okay? Just follow the first step and keep going.

PS: You can obviously talk to us before one week goes by. I mean, whenever you need. 

Now, up with you!

– INFJ


INTJ: I don’t feel like there’s much for me to offer other than my own personal experience. That stage was hell for me, too, and I know it sucks hearing that it’s not so important because our future and aspirations are important. But you can handle this. And it does get better. 

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remover my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people including the person who tagged you…And most importantly, have fun!

Tagged by: I actually got tagged twice, by @danhasotps and @mandykot! Sorry I’m a loser who forgets to do things

A - Age: 24

B - Biggest Fear: Death, dying, pain, being ignored/forgotten/disliked, ridicule

C - Current time: 9:46pm

D- Drink you last had: Birthday cake tea

E - Everyday starts with: Lying in bed scrolling Tumblr and questioning my life choices for half an hour

F - Favorite Song: “Bubblegum Bitch” has been stuck in my head for 3 days

G - ghosts, are they real?: Probably

H - Hometown: I’d rather not say but it’s a small city in Ontario

I - In love with: Literally the entire concept of magical girls

J - Jealous of: People who can make their brains shut up for more than a few minutes at a time, like what the fuck is that like

K - Killed someone: No!!! Fuck dude I have a hard enough time killing off fictional characters you really think I’m gonna straight up murder a fucker

L - Last time you cried: Last week, talking to my roommates about The Adventure Zone

M - Middle Name: Elizabeth Ann

N - Number of siblings: 1

O - One wish: My mortgage paid off

P - Person you last called/text: Dan probably?

Q - Questions you’re always asked: Why are you so tired/stressed? (It’s because I work two jobs and I have next to no free time SHARON)

R - Reasons to smile: fanfiction

S - Song last sang: I don’t remember some dumb pop song on the radio that I like probably

T - Time you woke up: 6:00am

U - Underwear color: White

V - Vacation destination: Japan probably except language barrier so probably the UK because the last time I was there I only saw England and I’d like to see the other countries. Also Lily lives there

W - Worst habit: Procrastination

X - X-rays you’ve had: I think I’ve had some on my mouth/teeth, and also my wrist when I fractured it in grade 4

Y - Your favorite food: SOUP AND PASTA.

Z - Zodiac: Scorpio

Tagging @fluffymccree @no1fan15 @bringingyaoiback @pickleandthequeen @lilyrosethedreamer @fullbattleregalia @nerdpatrole @linkobrata @chwineka @spiritbathbomb

Hetalia Characters as Thing’s I’ve Said

America: RUN! THE RACOONS ARE COMING!


Canada: Oh, I’ve suddenly realised why I’m squinting my eyes so much. I forgot to put my contact lenses in today, no wonder my eyes look so dead.


England: Idk man, I’ve been watching that trippy 1980s movie the last unicorn and I think I might be a unicorn too. Or I might be having a midlife crisis. That or an existential crisis. Which one I do not know.


France: Look, I am THEE prosecco princess. I need that apron.


China: Look at those trees far off in the distance, what do they want? What are they plotting? 


Russia: When I go out for dinner I never drink fizzy juice, if I’m driving its water, if not it’s always going to be some kind of alcohol. I’m gonna drink until I forget all my problems!


Germany: I went out on my new bike for a while today! (How was it?) My bum and thighs are freezing.


Japan: Fine, I’ll come to your place, but I’m only coming to pet your dog.


N. Italy: Wait, now you look me in the eye and you tell me we don’t need that giant bag of pasta.


S. Italy: I will literally drop kick you in the face.


Prussia: Yea, it’s a lovely day, but I can admire it quite well from my spot here on the couch thank you.


Spain: Woah, woah, woah. What is that cat doing walking on the outskirts of the woods at this time in the morning?! You should be in your kitty bed mr!


Denmark: Hell yea! I’m only running on 3 hours sleep, but yea! Let’s go climb a tree, let’s go take on the fucking world!


Norway: *Grandmother puts out of date leek into a plant pot to see if more will grow from it* Wow, the world suddenly makes sense.


Iceland: Ugh, my eyes are running, my nose is running and I am running… Away from my problems.


Finland: I love all this wedding stuff that’s out just now, but I’m not getting married anytime soon. Maybe I should buy a dog and marry it, like one of those stories you read in really bad magazines. (Friend: poor dog. Me: HEY!.)


Sweden: No, if I got locked in a place overnight I’d want it to be IKEA, you’ve got everything there. They’d just open the doors the next day and I’d have built a new civilianisation.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jin angst scenario? Something like he is jealous when he drives you home from school and see you with some guys? I've never seen an angst scenario with jin so please dooo it >A< Thank you ;3;

Friday afternoon, the end of the week. Finally. The last period ended and as usual, you went out of the horrible building aka high school and chilled with some friends. What you didn’t know, was that your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, had decided to come picking you up today, and like he never did it before, he surely didn’t know that every friday after school, you stayed a little bit with your friends, to talk about anything and everything. There wouldn’t have been any problem, if your friends were’nt boys, but they are.

You were laughing, jokingly hitting their chests, having a good time, but the good time will have an end, and sooner than you thought.

He spent like half an hour watching you, and those boys having fun, being tactile, too tactile. He felt something inside of him, something that he never really felt before. And with a pick of adrenaline, he got out of the car, went to you, took you by the arm and dragged you to his car, ignore your protests, your whines or your questions.

He sat onto the driver seat, you were next to him. He was looking straight in front of him, in directions of your friends, who were looking at you with a confused yet amused look. He was clenching his teeth, and started the car without a word.

“O-Oppa… What was that ?” you asked with a little voice, scared to anger him even more

No answer.

“Oppa what’s wrong ?” you tried again. 

Still no answer.

You began to lose your temper and raised your voice :

“Oppa ! Are you going to talk to me ?!”

He stopped bruttaly the car in the middle of the traffic (thank god there weren’t anyone behind you, or you would have had an accident for sure) and looked at you with a look that you never saw before. He looked angry and sad at the same time.

“Who are they” he asked, still not daring to look at you.

“Th-they are my friends”

He sighed loudly. He turned slowly his head to look at you. He took your hand and put it on his heart.

His heat was beating fast, really fast.

“Do you feel that ? Do you know what it feels like ?! I felt like my heart would explode when I watched you out there ! Would you like it if I was laughing with a bunch of pretty girls ?! Would you like it if they were hitting my chest like you did to them ?!” He literally screamed.

He was jealous, oh yeah he was. You didn’t thing it would be this important the way you acted around your friends, but apparently it does, and it was hurting him.

“So what am I supposed to do ?! Should I stop seeing them just because you’re jealous ?!” You screamed just as loud as him.

“YES” 

His answer leaved you shocked. Yes. As if you would really stop seeing your friend just to please your jealous boyfriend.

“You’re being ridiculous right now, you should just drive me home instead of creating problems Seokjin”

“Oh so I am the one creating problems ?! Am I the one who’s being close to the opposite gender ? I don’t think so, but yeah, you know what, I’ll drive you home since it’s what I came for in the first place”

The rest of the road was dead silent, it was really awkward, even if the both of you were really angry. You could almost hear his heart, beating a lot faster than earlier, you must have made him really mad, but was it really your fault if he was so jealous ?

You arrived safely home, you got out of the car alone, usually Seokjin would open the door for you and take you to your front door, but he didn’t, he stayed in the car, looking in front of him.

“Th-Thanks for the ride oppa…” you said shutting the door, but you had no response. So you got home alone, as usual, as if you took the bus like everyday.

Later this day


It’s hard to imagine Jin angry ahah, but I tried my best ! I’m not sure about the end, but yeah, hope you liked it ♥

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Officer Tsubakuyn is FINALLY DONE…. ! >w>)9 <3
weewoooo weeewoooo weeewwoooooooooo :M !

sry to keep you waiting for so long. I haven’t done anything special recently, so… there you go with this one :D ! I was drawing the bg for the whole night until 04:49 am :‘DDD idk when I exactly started, but I was drawing 7h instantly for sure. My eyes became red of course x'DDDD but I wanted to finish this soooooo baaddddlyyyyyyyyyyyy  !! ;////;)
It’s the first time drawing a rainy atmosphere like this… but damn, it was actually very enjoyable x’D <3
sry for the mistakes, I’m not a master after all :’D btw, this place was supposed to be the 'North-Street’ :D! where Ryusei has been attacked.

but still…. hope you like it !! (///./// )


…..back to business =w=)! :

1.) I was talking about Arthieves last month, right ?

 I was reporting those Items which used to illegaly use my drawings in order to gain money with it.
Those Items have been removed :D ! ( at least I don’t see them on ebay anymore ) but there are still other Websites of course =.=)“
Even japanese Servamp-Fans have seen their art being sold as a t-shirt or sth else without permission.
~> As once mentioned, most artists feel honored if one likes to wear a shirt or sth with the artists drawing on it, but PLEASE I’d beg you to not buy those items.


that being said…I’d like to talk about…
2.) reposting my art ! ~ ( ᐛ )ᕗ
I don’t mind if someone wants to repost my art, as long as one gives credit.  Of course on tumblr it’s mostly 'repost’ and then the source is displayed - but then there’s Instagram, weheartit and other social networks where people are reposting art without giving credit ( mostly ).
something like:
Art by Ade '  or  ’ Art by AdeSlowmoQueen ’ is totally fine ~  if you don’t know the artists name one can just use ’ Art by OP / Artist ’. that’s fine too. 
I’m truly thankful to those people who talk to those users like ' do you mind if you give credit to the Artist XXX ? ’ like… I didn’t even say anything and they support me ///.///
…. can I just mention AGAIN that the ServampFandom is just great xD ? seriously <3

One of my drawings ( a Sakuya one. I have drawn his Dakimakura-posture from StrikeTanaka [ with credit of course, don’t worry xD ] on 3x DINA3 -  I've only submitted chest-up ) has been reposted nearly everywhere, and there I forgot to put 'Ade’ somewhere, and people even thought that this drawing was made by StrikeTanaka :'DDD ! their coloring-style is different xD
well ok, I’m not as good as the goddesses StrikeTanaka, but still, it was a misleading situation. ( haha thank you anyway x'DD <3 some people say that my art resembles StrikeTanaka’s art a lot >3>)….maybe because I look at it 24h a day ? >w> ahah ~ there’s still difference, their drawing-style changed a lot anyway! )
It seems like my Fanart with Kuro in the ball-thingie is very popular x'DDD This has been reposted sososo many times! ok…  that scene is cute anyway :D xD

3.) BUT
if I see ANYONE who claims that a drawing of mine is theirs.
cut out my signature and put their own watermark on it.
ANYTHING LIKE THIS.
I’m gonna block this person, report this person… and everything that’s necessary to get rid of this.
This person is probably my very first hater x'DD

but still I’m pretty sure you’ll recognize my art-style everywhere anyway :D !

” a credit a day keeps Tsubaki away ~
Tsubaki, the Servamp of not sourcing art “  
~( >v>)~ !

did u really read all of this…. :’D ? naaaaaaa I’m so sryyy ;w; !! This text ist longer than expected xD

anonymous asked:

OMFG YOUR POSTS ARE AMAZING.YOU ARE THE STEREK QUEEN AND I WILL WORSHIP YOU. please keep being this awesome and don't stop the sterek love!!!!

OMFG YOU ARE AMAZING AND RIDICULOUSLY SWEET, ALPHA NONNIE! As for the queen bit, I am but a jester in the Sterek Court. However, I shall never stop the Sterek lovin’. 

Speaking of court(ing), Derek buys Stiles a puppy he’s been googly-eyed over for months. Maybe it’s from being around Stiles too long, but Derek’s sense of humor has become infected with a case of Stilesitis. So he purchases the puppy and puts bushy eyebrows on him knowing that’ll get a full-bodied laugh out of him. There’s something electric about hearing and seeing pure unadulterated happiness radiate off Stiles, it’s mesmerizing and addicting. Once Derek’s appropriated all the necessities for the pup, he lets him get acquainted the loft while he goes upstairs to clean. 

Stiles blows in through the door like a hurricane an hour later, “Got your text, and broke a few laws to get here fast as I could because your text is cryptic as fuck. What’s wrong?!” Stiles pants, hunched over with his hands supporting him on his knees. He frantically glances around the loft and sees no sign of Derek.

 “Derek, I swear to god you better answer me. Where the hell are you?!”

In that moment the blue eyed, bushy browed, furry little bundle of excited yapping comes bounding towards him. 

“Oh my god… Derek?!” Stiles leans down, trying to pick up Husky pup but is met with muted snarls as he’s currently busy playing tug-o-war with his pant leg.

“I thought you said you handled those witches last month!” The puppy looks up and tilts his head questioningly before padding backwards a few steps and crouching in a playful fighting stance.

“You wanna play, Sourpup?” Stiles chuckles out, kneeling on the floor. “I guess we could play for a few minutes before I take you to Deaton’s to get this sorted out.” The pup’s stout tail wags as Stiles lowers himself on the ground, mimicking his stance and letting out his own playful growl. The pup yips before charging towards him, claws scrambling to find purchase on the floor, sliding to a stop, knocking his head against Stiles’. Stiles laughs as he strokes down the pup’s back, cradling him to his chest. 

“I’m so tempted to wait until tomorrow, or maybe even Monday, to take you to Deaton’s. Plus, I saw a batman outfit that you would look insanely adorable in.”

A low growl rumbles through the loft at that, Stiles stares quizzically down at the pup who’s currently fixated on playing with the zipper of his hoodie. “I hope that was your tummy rumbling…”

Derek walks down the spiral steps, arms crossed, eyebrow hefted in extreme levels of judgement, all the while trying to damnedest to hide his amusement.

Stiles’ eyes volley comically from the puppy to Derek. “I guess what they say is true, they do grow up so fast.”

Derek drops his arms and rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe you’d wait 3 days just to play dress up with me. No wait, actually I can.” 

Stiles gently places the pup on the ground, softly chuckling as he watches him scramble towards a pile of toys triple the size of him. Honestly, Derek must have bought the entire store out of their toy stock. 

Derek nods towards the furball, “Glad you two had the chance to bond; he’s yours.”

Stiles’ jaw drops in shock, stumbling over incoherent words. “Mine?! Derek…what? why?”

Derek stands next to Stiles, watching the pup wrestle with a sock monkey. “Because I saw the way you look at him every time we walk past the store,” Derek quietly states. “He makes you happy, and I - I like seeing you happy.” He ducks his head, trying to stop the blush creeping across his face but failing miserably. 

Stiles turns toward him, their shoulders brushing before Stiles grabs his hand, making Derek’s eyes meet his. “For all your werewolfy senses, I don’t know how you missed the way I look at you. Because Derek, you -you- make me happy.” Derek stands stock-still, rooted to the spot as the words wash over him, not allowing them to seep in for fear of them falsely fueling his hope or waking him up from this euphoric dream.

It isn’t until Stiles’ grin slowly parts as he leans in, soft warm lips pressing against his own, tentatively at first, before growing hungry. Derek takes a few seconds to snap out of his head and into reality. Hands clutch tightly to one another, anchoring themselves to each other, to reality, as lips dance to music heard only in their hearts, expressing feelings that no string of words could ever hope to fully illuminate. 

Stiles pulls away, smile growing exponentially while his eyebrows waggle obscenely. “So that batman outfit… I’m pretty sure they make them in overgrown puppy adult sizes too.”

“Not a chance, Stiles!” Derek calls over his shoulder as he goes to fill Sourpup’s food dish, feeling as though he’s walking on clouds, smirking to himself. It’s not out of the question, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that right now. He’ll save that for his birthday.

Mistakes, part 7. (Neymar imagine)

His p.o.v

If i ever thought i had felt pain before, i was wrong. Nothing hurts as much as remembering how it is to kiss her, to touch her and to hold her, and not being able to do it again. Hell it even felt amazing when she called me ‘babe’, even though i know she didn’t mean to call me that. You’d think that her kissing me would make me happy, but i feel miserable. I realize it’s because i know she regrets it. No matter how much she wants me, she won’t give in to me, and that hurts. She feels like a drug. You can’t give a heroine addict who is recovering 10% of what he usually would get, because you know his desire for more will slowly kill him.
I just put Davi in bed, and hugged him a little longer knowing he’s the reason she is still in my life. I need to get her back, i think when i get into my own bed. I need to win her back, and make her mine again, and i will do anything to make it happen. I drift off into a sleep, with dreams about her.

She was the last thing i thought of when i fell asleep, and the first thing i thought about when i woke up. I’m in way too deep. I watch as Davi eats his cereal, and go in instagram. I’m pleasantly surpised when i see pictures of her and Davi ice skating yesterday. I rub my temples and try to think of an excuse to go to her. Instead i text her, but as soon as i press send i regret it.

Her p.o.v

I got sick the moment i stepped into my house. It’s been almost 3 years since i was ill, and it feels like hell. I blow my nose in a kleenex and pull my blanket back to cover me. It’s 57 degrees in my house and i’m still cold. I sneeze and feel my eyes water. This has got to be the worst day ever. I wonder what my friends would think if they saw me like this. They’re used to my perfect make up face, and my prefect outfits and hair. When i think about it like this, i  realize that i don’t really have any real friends. In the show business everyone pretends to be your friend, and you feel like you’re really popular. But at times like these you realize how lonely you are. My only real friend was Neymar, but now i don’t even have him. I could call David or Oscar but they are somewhere far away from me, and busy with their own lives. I get startled when i hear some weird sounds from the kitchen. Is there a robber in my house? I stand up cautiously, with the blanket wrapped around me and go take a look. I freeze when i feel wetness down at my feet, and i see how there’s water coming out of the dishwasher. The washing machines are in the basement of my apartment building, so the dishwasher is literally the only thing that would ruin my house if it broke down. And it did.
'OH GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK!’ I yell throwing away my blanket. Now i have to call someone to fix this mess and who knows how long it may take? When i pick up my phone to call someone i see that i have a text. Somehow i just know it’s him. I open it.

We need to talk.

I sigh and delete the message.
'No we don’t.’ I say aloud, before calling a plumber. 
About 4 hours later i’m checking in to a hotel, close to my house. The plumber said it would take at least three days to fix my dishwasher and fix the water damage. The people who lived below me came to yell at me and were suprised when they saw a famous person had been living above them. Irritared i give my credit card to the guy at the lobby, and he takes it cautiously. 
'How many nights?’ He asks, and i sigh.
'I have no idea, at least a week.’ Now that people know where i live i have to find a new house, on top of my new movie being filmed and all the problems with Neymar i feel like exploding. I feel like killing him for bringing me all this trouble. 
'Alright, if you don’t check out i’ll keep your room reserved for you.’ He smiles at me and nod.
'You’ve got room 203, which has a nice view on the skyline of London. It’s on the 6th floor, the last room on the right.’ I thank him, and walk towards the elevator with the guy who carries my bags and my two trolleys. I take one from him, and by the time i arrive in my room i’m sweating and puffing. I organize my clothes in the closet, and put my toiletries in the bathroom. After that i’m exhausted, so after i take a shower i collapse on the kingsized bed. I get a text from my agency, telling me that everything had to be stopped at the set today because i cancelled last. Which m minute. Which means i have no choice than to go tomorrow. I groan and set my alarm before drifting off into a restless sleep.

I don’t know how late it is when i hear someone banging on the door. I think it’s a dream, and turn around pulling my covers with me. But the banging continues, and i stand up, irritated and mad. I’m ready to slap the person who’s responsible for disturbing my sleep. But when i open the door, confusion takes over and i forget how to speak. Neymar is standing in front of my door, yelling at the guy who helped me with my bags earlier. 
'Sir if you harass people i’ll have to call the police.’ He says, holding his hands up, but Neymar has stopped screaming and looks at me now.
'What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’ I snap, and his face looks angry again. 
'Is everything ok miss?’ The younger boy asks. He looks a little pale and intimidated by Neymar but i nod and he leaves.
Neymar rudely walks into my room, and i wonder why he’s here.

'Are you gonna answer me or what?’ I ask, crossing my arms. He looks around, and turns around to me.
'YOU’RE STAYING AT A FUCKING HOTEL?!’ He yells, and i flinch.
'My dishwasher.. it-’ I start. 'I KNOW!’ He disrupts me and i’m honestly a little scared of him. 
'Do you know how i had to find out you were spotted in town at 2 fucking am?! I read it on twitter! I had to go to your appartment to find out what happened!’ I shake my head in confusion.
'Why were you looking for me?’ I ask, my voice sounds small and i see how he relaxes a little.
'I’ve been calling you all day, you left me no choice!’ He says, throwing his hands in the air. 
'I was too busy moving all my stuff. You can’t expect me to come running to you everytime you need me.’ I snap.
'And i’m ill, so i didn’t have the energy to talk to you.’ I add. His expression softens.
'You’re ill? How are you now?’ I sigh, and walk over to the bed to sit down. I’m wearing nothing but my underwear and  robe so i pull it down to cover my legs a little.  
'Not exactly great. Considering you just barged into my room.’ I say, looking up to him. He’s wearing jeans, and a tight white shirt and it looks amazing on him. He kneels in front of me. 
'Why didn’t you come to me meu amor? You could stay with us till your house is fixed.’  He says, and something inside of me snaps when he does. The fact that he acts like nothing happened, and we’re besties. Like i’m his puppy, who does everything he asks from me. I stand up, pushing him away and he stands up too.
'Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!’ I yell at him, placing my fingers on his chest and pushing him away. He’s startled by my sudden mood swing.
'We broke up Neymar! We aren’t together anymore, and it’s all because of you! Because you couldn’t stay faithfull to me! You ruined everything we had, all because of her and you don’t even care about her!’ I dramatically grab my head. All my anger, my confusion and sadness comes together in one big ball of frustration and i’m glad it happens now. I’m not even finished yet.
'Because of you i had to move out in the middle of shooting a movie after months of hearing no, everytime i went to a casting! Because of you, everytime i see Davi i get reminded of what could have happened! We could’ve been happy!’ My eyes start to water, and i don’t care.
'How could you do this to me?’ I ask, and my voice cracks. Great..
'I loved- love you so much. I would have done everything for you! I would have moved to Brazil just to be closer to you, but you ruined it.’ I finish, with a sob, and Neymar’s hurt look satisfies me in the weirdest way possible.
'I’m sorry i ruined everything.’ He says, and i see the tears in his eyes.
'You gave up everything for me and i threw it away. I just want to ask you for one more chance baby. I miss you so much.’ His voice cracks too, and we’re a mess. 
'I don’t know why i didn’t realize this before but you are the red string in my life that keeps everything together. You were my first girlfriends Davi liked, and i’m so stupid for not seeing it before. Please give me one more chance.’ He says, getting down on his knee for me. He takes my hand, and i get the crazy idea he’s going to propose to me but that can’t happen. He wouldn’t do that. That’s crazy even for him. He can’t do that. I thought.. Because Neymar reaches for something in his pocket, and when he opens the little velvet black box, i feel all the blood drain from my face.