ignore me this is for an ask i am answering

What is going on?

Nothing like finally feeling a little bit of happiness after a shitty week just to turn around and get attacked all over again for something I don’t even understand ?

I didn’t turn my back on anyone over hate. To the anons sending me messages jumping my ass for being a “horrible friend” and “ignoring your asks” I was asked by the blog you are referring to not to answer anymore asks mentioning her name and I was doing as she requested.

I am not a horrible friend and I have done nothing wrong. Just stop. You do realize I’m a person with emotions and feelings and you keep crushing me.

I don’t know what’s being said about me but I assure you that you don’t have the full facts.

But thanks, I needed to be shit on for no reason today. God forbid I enjoy Tumblr for a day.

billionyengirl  asked:

IS THERE GONNA BE A SECOND PART OF THE OTHER GIRL??? PLEASE SAY YES

Author’s note: YES!!! You can read part one here 

The Other Girl part 2

The hell?

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.

Just ignore him… ignorehimignorehimignorehimignore

“MC?”

“Him-Ah, I-I mean, what?”

Crap, I’m not crying again, am I?

“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking if everything was okay.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”

“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He walked out of the room without an answer.

I guess I don’t have much of a choice…

You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.

Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear him.

“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”

You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.

“I guess I will, Yoosung.”

As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.

“Who spit in her coffee this morning,” he muttered.

Life. Life spit in my coffee.

You peeked your head into the kitchen.

“Zen?”

“Over here.”

Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his face.

Oh my gosh-

“-What the hell is your problem?”

Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the heavy silence.

“I don’t have to put up with this.”

As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.”

Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and then back up to his face.

Seriously? First he acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I can’t even leave?

The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up inside every inch of your body.

Okay, okay, I need to calm down. 

You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.

Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”

You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”

“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”

“…Huh?”

“You know… one, two, three-”

“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”

“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”

“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”

“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”

Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality. 

Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.

You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.

One.

Zen moved closer to you, his eyes trained on your face.

Two.

Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and him.

Three.

His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to love appeared on his face once again.

Four.

You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard it.

Five.

He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your cheek.

Six.

The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you mentally cursed at your now flushed face.

Seven.

Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling your face toward him.

Eight.

You held your breath.

Nine.

He leaned in to close the gap.

Ten.

“S-Stop.”

Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.

Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away. Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance. You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.

“I thought-”

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”

Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began losing control of your surroundings. The world-

No.

Your world came crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.

“Can’t I love both of you?”

Those words stopped you in your tracks.

I’m such an idiot.

Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you spoke up.

“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”

Despite the situation, you smiled.

Jumin would be ecstatic right now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with… anyone else.”

“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else would I-”

That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.

Zen’s glaring.

Seven’s kindness.

Your feelings.

You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the living room.

“MC, please just… wait!”

But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen, Zen on your heels.

I finally understand now.

“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play charades.”

Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that had just occurred in the kitchen.

“MC, pleaseeee be on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”

Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you heard him audibly scoff.  Seven stood up and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.

Seven…

In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.

It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of breath.

You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.

“I-I thought you liked-“

You leaned your forehead against his.

“I like you, Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me figure that out.”

Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…

“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”

He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug, plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.

After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked group.

“So… charades?”

anonymous asked:

hi! i really liked your meta on the recent chapter and i wanted to know your opinion on why levi chose armin instead of erwin? im not trying to start drama but i just keep thinking about what flock said on chapter 90 and i dont know how i feel about it still. what are your thoughts on the subject??

Ahh. I understand, anon. I’ve given my thoughts on this before but, not since the original spoilers came out. After rereading the entire arc, I definitely have a few things to add. So, get comfy because this answer will be a really long one, and also best read on a computer because this will contain a lot of images.

DISCLAIMER:

This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is entirely canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue point of views with me, tell me I’m wrong, or send me hate messages; do us both a favor and please just don’t even bother.

Let me start this out by saying that I’m positive a lot of people will not agree or even like my opinion on this but, I will be completely honest in my statements on the matter. 

Flocke’s little speech made a lot of sense to me. Especially when it comes to Erwin but, it also pissed me off for a couple of reasons, and no, not because of his tone. It’s because of his ignorance. However, I am fully aware that I, as a reader of the story, get a first hand view of everything that happens. Flocke is a new recruit who was, up until recently, completely unaware of a lot that has gone on with the Survey Corps. 

Regardless though, he still slightly pissed me off and you asked so therefor, I will answer lol. The first thing I want to touch on is how he complains about being a coward who didn’t understand the dangers of the role he was playing in the Wall Maria reclaiming mission because people weren’t honest with him. 

BRUH…

For seventy years it has been no secret that at least 60% of all Survey Corps soldiers die on missions. Erwin point blank stated this when the 104th took to their ranks during his little joining speech. The dangers of fighting titans wasn’t something anyone tried to hide or keep tucked away in the hopes that soldiers would ignorantly join their ranks, and I doubt VERY highly that the dangers of the BIGGEST MISSION THE SURVEY CORPS HAD EVER PLANNED TO ATTEMPT was some massive smoke screen.

This dude knew his chances of survival were slim, and he also knew that his chances of having to sacrifice his life was very, very high. Especially since he originally refused to join to SC in the first place! Truthfully, this part right here just read off as someone who joined their ranks in the hopes of gaining some glory to me, and that made me salty. 

I did agree highly with his last question though. They all have every right to know how much their sacrifice is worth. I had this feeling deep in my gut the first time I saw the female titan arc. No one knew the dangers they were actually being put in, save for the veteran soldiers in the legion. Granted, it’s entirely understandable as to why but, at the same time, hundreds were lost without knowing why. That was a sad, and unfair thought, and a move I didn’t entirely agree with. So, I can understand Flocke’s viewpoint here. However, as I stated above, IT WAS NO SECRET PEOPLE DIED ON MISSIONS. 

Which leads me to the second and final reason his speech pissed me off:

That statement right there made me want to strangle this dude because he just outright undermined Levi to a severe degree. Not just Levi but, his bond with Erwin as well. As if Erwin wasn’t important to Levi too. Like Levi didn’t threaten to break this mans legs to try and keep him alive. Plus, he undermined how hard it was for Levi to ultimately make the choice he made. He shat on all of that in one sentence, and to make it worse, he called the choice an irrational one when he point blank states just one panel above this that he doesn’t know Armin well at all. 

HOW DO YOU KNOW IF IT’S AN IRRATIONAL CHOICE IF YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE PERSON YOU’RE BITCHING ABOUT?! 

Ugh, anywayssssss, let me lower my salt intake here and get to the point. 

I understand why people would question Armin’s survival over Erwin’s. I get it. Erwin was The Fucking MAN™ . He got shit done. Changed things in the walls for the better. He was the man with a plan and someone who sacrificed everything he had to learn the truth of the world. This leads me to why I think Levi ended up ultimately choosing Armin. 

Let me start off with this panel here and then work my way up.

Some of Kenny’s parting words to Levi. These words played a massive factor in Levi’s final decision. 

Erwin’s main goal, his dream, was to learn the truth of the world. He wanted to know what was beyond the walls and where the titans came from, and he wanted to learn all of this for the sake of his father. His goal was a worthy one and I am sad that he did not get to see it through but, his dream would have ended in Shiganshina one way or another. Whether he died, or whether he saw the basement; that was as far as his dream reached as far as Levi was aware at the time. [

Then we have Armin. 

Armin’s dreams would start outside of the walls. They stretched far beyond one end goal and one thing to fight for, and his dreams were ones he wanted to share with close friends. Much like how Levi had a dream he wished to share with his close friends back in the day too. Armin wanted to see the world. To explore and learn everything their was to know about life and land outside of their walled prison. This was Armin’s reason for becoming a Scout. 

So here we have two different people with different goals. Both of which Levi cares about and doesn’t want to see die. Both could help humanity. Both were brilliant and extremely intelligent. So, why Armin and not the seasoned commander?

Levi’s last words to Erwin are for him to let that dream go and to trust him to carry it out instead. I’m sure that Erwin was full aware that Levi had every intention of saving him if it was at all possible but, even knowing the risk towards his own life; Erwin accepted Levi’s order’s full on and with a relieved smile. Thankful to not have to burden himself under the guilt of wanting to abandon his post as Commander simply to learn the truth. For no longer having the chance to consider betraying all of those that were lost for a selfish goal. 

In the end, Erwin was absolutely selfless. and rid of the desire plaguing his heart. He was at peace with the position he was in and chose to ride with his men into the fray. All because Levi took the burden of their lives onto his own shoulders - something he never does - and because he trusted Levi to succeed. 

So, after this is said and done, we are left with Levi having to make a choice and duking it out with Eren and Mikasa on a rooftop for who will get the serum. Levi seems entirely hell bent on saving Erwin but, I believe what shook his firm resolve was this moment right here:

Ironic that Flocke is so quick to shit talk Levi’s choice when his comment right here is most likely one of the reasons Levi ended up choosing Armin.

Levi’s expression says a million different things in this one panel. The idea of reviving Erwin as a titan, to still lead and sacrifice people for a goal that Levi isn’t even sure exists at all breaks his determination. As far as he could see, Erwin just wanted to learn the truth. What Erwin would do after that was a mystery, even to Erwin himself. So, would it have been fair, after choosing to take his burden from him, to bring him back into the hell they scrounged in? All so he could continue to live as a “demon” even after achieving what he set out to accomplish? 

Levi still seemed to think so to some degree. Though, his intensity on the subject wanes just a bit after Flocke’s comment here, and a lot more after what Eren had to say:

Eren speaks of the dreams Armin lives and fights for. The very same dreams Levi had overheard the young boy ranting and glowing about the night before. Armin had something left to fight for, Eren was sure of it. Levi was too because he saw it for himself. 

Would Erwin have something left to live and fight for once he cleared his goal? Once he saw what was inside that basement and finally learned the truth? 

Would he have something to be drunk on to keep him going?

Would he make Erwin remain a slave to his inner demons in the hopes that he could continue on torturing himself?

The answer was no. In the end, Levi chose to let Erwin have his peace. Just like Kenny chose to finally lay down his desires and trust them to Levi for the sake of peace with a smile, Erwin did exactly the same and thanked Levi for doing so. Instead of betraying that trust, and possibly breaking his friend in the process; Levi let the “Demon Commander” rest, and gave the boy with so many dreams left to live and fight for a chance at making his dreams a reality. Levi made his choice out of care, experience, and what knowledge he had. Just like he always does. At least that is my opinion on that matter. 

Thank you for the ask, anon. I hope this answer is satisfactory for you. I apologize for the length and the lack of a Read More but, for whatever reason, that feature isn’t working on my laptop right now TT_TT

Vice Versa // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: Since I’m already up in your requests, may I request a Jaehyun scenario. Maybe about him meeting you for the first time at a coffee shop then it winds up being yall’s meeting place.

words: 1605

category: fluff + drabble (?)

author note: since its jaehyuns birthday and also Valentine’s Day I thought I would write this first! it’s really simple but also kinda cheesy and idk how I feel about it haha. please enjoy it anyway and look forward to more requests being written soon!!

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Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?

Word Count: 2708

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Genre: RomCom

Warning: none

Author’s Note: finally, ik. But i don’t think i like this chapter all that very much. But still, enjoy! :)

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Prompt: Hey :) It’s my birthday in three days I’m excited ahah! :D right ok, could you do a Kol smut where the reader is a badass vampire, bitten in like 1509 and is best friends with Rebekah. Kol meets her once, back in the 1600’s but they meet again at the Mikaelson ball, after the party, Kol leads her upstairs and they have rough, vampire, sex :)))))) (66)

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: kinda long

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Genre: best friend!au | fluff, lil bit of quite stressful angst but happy ending

Member: Ten / reader

Word Count: 3500ish

Summary: “it was still a mistake”

“no the mistake was falling for you!”

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It’s a Thursday when they meet.

Their year 7 teacher assigns them partnered projects about the solar system and she pulls names out of a hat. They get paired together. He’s is nice, really nice and she realises he has the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen- she’s not star struck or anything, she just hasn’t seen one like it before.

He introduces himself, she hasn’t seen him around much before so she’s assuming he’s pretty new and his name is a number. “Why is your name Ten?” she asks as they’re glueing planets to pieces of strings.

He shrugs, “It’s just a nickname.”

She frowns, “Well then what’s your real name.”

He sighs, smiling knowingly because there’s no way she’ll be able to pronounce it. “ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.” he says, almost proudly.

She pauses, staring at him, “Yeah I like Ten.” she dismisses because even she knows any attempt at the pronunciation would be embarrassing.

He grins, “You’re funny.”

“Do you want to be friends?” She asks quietly, almost shyly and he likes her already.

He smiles again, “I have a feeling we will be for a very long time.”

She frowns, “What are you a psychic or something?” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, pretending that a few second ago she wasn’t worried about what he’d say.

“Yeah I read people’s minds.” He assures.

She narrows her eyes and glances around the room. And then she points to a classmate, “What’s he thinking?”

“That he’s got a really itchy butt.”

And the teacher separates them because they distract each other too much.



“We’re out of Chinese.”

Ten closes the door behind him, frowning as he makes his way past the kitchen to look into the open living room. She’s sitting on the floor with a plate of food in her hands and her laptop on her lap. She’s surrounded by sheets and open text books and colouring pens strewn around in an unseemingly order. “That Chinese has been there for weeks.” He scoffs, dropping his bag onto the dining room table.

She shrugs, “It’s the only thing that was in there and I’m starving.” He breathes a laugh, walking over to sit behind her on the couch. He flops down and sighs loudly, rubbing his eyes tiredly. She pauses stuffing her face. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

There’s a silence where he contemplates telling her, knowing that he will eventually because he tells her everything so he just sighs. “I got fired.”

She glares at him, “Again?” she cries, putting her plate aside to turn around and face him. Her chin barely reaches the sofa but she still manages to scare him a little. “What the hell did you do this time?” she demands.

“Nothing!” he cries cordially but when he sees the look on her face he sighs again, “Okay so I may have burnt someone’s arm.”

She frowns, “How did you do that?”

He rolls his eyes and waves her off like it’s no big deal, “They got in the way of the fire-”

“Fire?”

“It was only a small fire and I told him to move, it’s not my fault they put the toaster right under the cupboards.” he defends.

She shakes her head, “You’re insane.”

He sits up, looking down at her plate of food, “Yeah, well at least I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

She waves him off, “I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

“Look at it, there’s mould on the chicken!” he cries, reaching over to point and she bats his hand away.

“Get your own food!” she snaps. He rolls his eyes threading his fingers through her hair and sighs Her eyes flutter closed and she leans her head against the sofa. It’s quiet, the only sound is their breathing and he doesn’t think he wants to move from this very spot when they’re both so comfortable in the silence of their own thoughts. “I’m tired.” she murmurs.

He looks down at her with eyes soft around the edges of the cold look she’s grown so used to and he nods, “Me too.”

His fingers thread through the knots and his thumb brushes her cheek and a part of her feels that this isn’t what friends do, but when he makes her feel like this she doesn’t care. “Can we watch House?” She asks quietly.

He breathes a laugh, “As long as you promise not to spoil it for me.”

This time she laughs, “Well I’m sorry I used to watch ER. At least your life is safe in my hands, imagine, you could have a heart attack right now and I would know what to do.” she assures.

He rolls his eyes, “If I have a heart attack its because of all the stress you cause me.”



It’s a Thursday when Ten realises he might like her as more than a friend.

They’re in the supermarket, travelling between aisles in search of cheap food that they can easily make because neither of them is particularly good at cooking. He’s pushing the trolley and she’s sitting inside it, a lollipop in her mouth as she grabs at rice packets and biscuits and throws them into her lap. “We don’t need those.” He points out as she slides a stack of waffles somewhere next to her knee.

She wags a finger at him but doesn’t turn, “We always need waffles.” She assures.

He shakes his head, “There is literally no situation in which we would ever need waffles.”

She grabs a cowboy hat that someone disregarded in the cereal aisle and pops the lollipop out of her mouth, “well, what if the queen comes around?”

“The queen?” He scoffs, throwing in a pack of cereal that he knows she likes.

“Yeah!” She cries, “And what if she stays for breakfast and we’ve only made pancakes but she doesn’t like pancakes and we don’t have any waffles!” she holds them up to show him, “We can’t let down the queen!”

“Of which country?” He asks in response

She pauses. “England?” She suggests, “Or maybe a Russian Tzar, oh! Do you think Rasputin might come round?” She exclaims, turning to face him with this child-like grin that turns his leg to jelly.

He shakes his head with a small smile, “Rasputin’s dead.” he points out and she waves him off.

“That’s what they want you to think.” She assures, “And if he ever visits I can assure you that he is a waffle person.”

“Okay, now what your reasoning for this?” He asks, reaching forward to pull the cowboy hat from her head.

She snatches it back, “I look good in it, is that not reason enough?”

“Were not going to buy it.” he points out, “Despite the fact that it’s just you and me, we eat a lot.

She mock gasps, “But what if woody comes round for dinner?”

He rolls his eyes, turning the trolley towards the costume aisle, “Don’t you think he’d be offended by you impersonating a cowboy?”

She pauses.

“You’re right!” She cries, ripping the hat off her head. She wriggles around in the cart and clambers to her knees, facing him as she places it against his hair and begins to tie string to hold in place under his chin. “You’d look more realistic as a cowboy.” she smirks and he’s staring longer that he should.

“Can I get a tiara?” He asks, still pushing the trolley and she grins.

“Of course you can princess, any particular colour?” She questions, her eyes crinkling with her smile.

He hesitates, a finger tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Pink or purple, whatever they’ve got.”

She nods, “Yes-sir-ie” she jokes in the most southern accent she can muster and leans out of the trolley, picking up various princess costumes, “Would you like to slip into an apple induced coma or lose a shoe on a wild night out?” She asks, holding them up to face him.

He smirks, “Depends, do I meet the love of my life?” He asks, looking her straight into the eyes before realising the fact that his heart rate is way up.

She smiles, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, “Why, do tell me your deepest, darkest wish and the genie will make it a reality.” She says, again in a southern accent, “Is it princess Jasmine? Was it her beautiful dark eyes?”

He cocks his head leaning closer, “No.” he shakes his head, still staring, too long. She notices. “They look like yours.”

“Shut up.” She jokes and when he doesn’t say anything the smile slowly slides off her face. She hesitates, “You’re serious?” She deadpans.

He shrugs, “Same colour hair, same freckles on her cheek, same smile.” he blurts before he can even realise that this is probably a mistake.

And she stays kneeled in the trolley, their faces close enough to see the truth in each others eyes and that cowboy hat still on his face. She blinks, trying to ignore her heartbeat, “Are you banging my sister?” she raises an eyebrow.

And they laugh, but they never talk about it again.



She glares at him from her seat at the dining room table, “I told you, I can’t.”

He throws himself dramatically onto the table, whining and pretending to sob, “But please!” he begs, praying in her direction and pouting.

She shakes her head, ignoring him, “No. You asked me a week ago and my answer was no, you asked me yesterday and my answer was no and then you asked me today and guess what? My answer is still no.”

“But you promised!” he exclaims.

She stares at him almost astounded, “I did no such thing.” she assures cordially.

He wags his finger, “At 4:30 am on the Friday of last week you said that you would come with me.”

“4:30 am? On Friday? You mean when I had been awake for 52 hours?” she cries.

He holds his hands up, “You still promised.”

“I was sleep deprived!” she yells.

“It counts!” he assures.

“It does not!” she replies, “Now get off the table, you’re sitting on my work.” she demands.

He shakes his head, “Nope.” and proceeds to lie down on top of the mounds of paper and open textbooks. “You’re coming. Get your shoes it’s Latin night.”

“I don’t even dance!” she cries, running short of arguments he’ll just ignore anyway.

He shrugs, “You do with me.” he points out.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and trying her best not to blush. He looks so hopeful and pleading and the white shirt he’s wearing clings to his body like it’s always belonged there. She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head, “You’re so annoying.” she huffs angrily.

But he grins, this wide million watt smile that blinds her and makes her forget that she’s angry  because oh god he looks so beautiful. “Yes!” he cries, sitting up. She grabs a textbook and whacks him with it, “Ow! What was that for?”

“For constantly roping me into this shit!” she replies and he laughs, a laugh that makes her heart stutter and die in her chest.

She hits him again.



It’s a Thursday when they first kiss.

Its 3am and they’re still dancing in the club at Latin night. Her feet are sore and her legs ache but she’s got this huge grin on her face and her veins are intoxicated with a flood of alcohol. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her, who knows. There are waves of bodies crushed together and music that pounds her ears until the floor shakes and the lights become a haze of colours that ripple through her mind.

He twirls her around and laughs when she does because her laugh is infectious and he can’t stop staring. “Shots?” She asks and he nods.

They weave between the plethora of bodies that nearly crush them and she reaches out to hold onto his hand so they don’t lose each other. She nearly slams into the bar and they both laugh because they’re pretty drunk, and they’ve been here so long the bartender knows what to give them.

“Three, two, one!” They shout over the music and then they lick the salt from their hands, down the shot and then stick a lemon in each others mouths. They laughing and smiling and they’re touchier than usual because they’re drunk and fuck it, boundaries disappear when they’re drunk.

His arms is around her waist and his fingers grip at the bare skin  her hip to hold her in place. She smiles and pushes the hair back from his sweaty forehead, “You’re hot.” She points out, breathing heavily because she is too.

He smirks, “Thanks, I know.”

She laughs and shoves his chest, “You’re an idiot.”

But she pushes too hard and looses her own balance but he catches her  wrapping both arms around her. Her hands land on his shoulders so she can stop herself from falling down and that, right then, is when they kiss.

Because why not?

They’re both consenting adults, neither of them will remember and when he kisses her like that she doesn’t care. His fingers are tangled in her hair and her skin is on fire, their veins feel like they’re being pricked over and over again by tiny needles.

This probably shouldn’t be happening, they’re friends- best friends. Best friends don’t kiss each other like the world is at their feet. But their kissing too deeply, too much like they care that they lose their balance and nearly fall down again. And so they back to dancing, but things change from then on.



“You haven’t spoken to him? You live together!” Johnny cries and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s another problem. I need to find an apartment.” she adds, staring down at her coffee and swirling it with the small spoon provided.

“Are you serious?” He mutters, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and middle finger. “You can’t just move out.”

She shrugs, “Why not? He has six hours of lectures on Thursday, I can pack up some stuff, stay at yours.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You are not staying at mine.”

She frowns, leaning forward, “Why not?”

Because-” he hisses and then pauses, taking a deep breath. “Because you can’t just not talk to your best friend for a week and then move out without any explanation.”

“Fine, I’ll leave a note.” she surrenders, waving her arms.

“Are you serious? Jesus you’re just as bad as each other.” He huffs angrily, leaning back in his chair because he’s sick of both of them.

She pauses and stops swirling her coffee, “What do you mean? He’s spoken to you?” she demands, her eyes wide.

He waves her off, “I’m not playing messenger between the two-”

“Does he hate me?” She asks quietly, looking back down at her coffee.

Johnny purses his lips and sighs, “Of course he doesn’t hate you, you’re his best friend.” he says softly, because he can tell she’s worried.

She swallows, looking out of the window, “I need to move out.” She determine.

Johnny throws his arm up, “Jesus Christ do something.” he begs.



Is a Thursday when they finally realise they’ve been in love with each other for years.

She goes back home when he’s at his six hours of lectures, but she’s still quiet anyway because she doesn’t really feel like she going home, she feels like she’s stepping into forbidden territory. She tip toes in, closing the door quietly behind her, “What are you doing?” A voice says.

She jumps, holding her hand to her heart and squeezing her eyes shut. But slowly she opens them, landing on Ten. He’s sitting on one end of the sofa with a book in his hand and a frown on his face. He looks tired, bags under his eyes and they’ve lost their usual glint. “I’m just uh…” she trails off, pointing to her room

She doesn’t finish that sentence, “Where have you been?” he asks with no particular tone of voice.

She swallows, dropping her keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. “Busy.” She states, “I’ve had this project due so I’ve been living in the library for the past week and-”

“Stop lying to me.” He interrupts sadly, closing the book. He looks disappointed, like he expected better from her. “I think…” he trails off, scratching his head, “I think we need to talk.”

“About what? The state of our economy?” She smirks, laughing to hide the fear behind her words, “You know, China has had some fascinating developments in-”

“Us.”

“Well no actually, they’ve been working on a new train that is elevated above the city of-”

Hey!” He interrupts again, standing up this time. “You being in perpetual denial does not help anyone.” he scoffs, approaching her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not in denial, denial of what?”

“Do you remember that night?” He asks like he’s making sure she’s genuinely just ignoring him for another reason. He sounds so scared and tired that she opens her mouth but finds nothing to say.

She swallows, looking down at her feet, “It was a mistake.”

He shakes his head and scoffs bitterly, “No. It was a long time coming.”

She frowns, “What are you talking about?” She demands angrily-, but deep down she knows so maybe she really is in denial.

He cocks his head, “Wow, you really are oblivious.” he shakes his head and sighs, “there have been multiple occasions on which we’ve basically admitted how we felt and still neither of us did anything.”

She sneers, “We were drunk, people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

He shakes his head, “Sometimes we were sober.”

“It was still a mistake!” She cries, suddenly angry because he’s making her feel bad now.

“No, the mistake was falling for you.” he snaps back immediately.

Her neck snaps up, “What?” She breathes.

He cocks his head with a small smile, “Come on babe. You know what i’m talking about.” he assures, his fingers hooking apprehensively through hers.

She frowns, curling her fingers with his until she feels like he won’t let go. She steps closer to him and he sucks in a slow and steady breath, his eyes widening at the look she’s giving him. There’s this soft smile on her face and her eyes are shaded with hope and wonder and she swallows, “How long?” she asks quietly.

He laughs, “Do you remember when we went to prom and you wore that purple dress and the necklace I got you and the most jaw dropping smile i’ve ever seen another human wear.” he pauses, reaching up slowly and placing a hand on her cheek, “I realised that… there’s no-one else like you.” He smiles, “The day I met you was the day everything became a hundred times clearer, like I finally understood the reason i was put on this earth.”

She smiles as his arms come to wrap around her waist, and she feels like her skin is on fire wherever he touches her. “What happens now?”

And he kisses her again.

Its like poison in her veins, like she’s sliding down a cloud and his smile is the rainbow. “Now-” he breathes against her lips, “Now I think we need to establish something.” he states in all seriousness.

“Oh, okay, what?” She asks carefully.

“Rasputin is dead, and the Queen is not a waffle person” he blurts. “I bet you the queen only eats kale for breakfast or something.”

She looks aghast, “Now hold on a second-”

anonymous asked:

if you're still doing the ship meme, season 1-2 stingy x season 3-4 stingy

why

  • who wakes up first in the morning

It really differs alot each time. Both try to wake up first, so they can claim the bathroom for as long as possible. 

  • who’s the first to fall asleep at night

Whoever manages to take/claim the most bed sheets. They’re usually too tired to ‘’fight’’ over them, so they usually fall asleep in each others’ arms.

  • what they playfully tease each other over

S1-2 Stingy has a much more bright pink blush, something S3-4 likes to poke fun at occasionally. 

  • what they do when the other’s having a bad day

Since they both like to be comforted in the same ways, it makes it rather easy for the both of them to comfort one another. They just cuddle up and sing their own songs in a lullaby-ish way.

  • how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments. 

Theyre extremely formal and totally stoic abt it, but can get emotional rather easily, and then they hug it out.

  • which one’s more ticklish

They’re both equally ticklish, but s1-2 Stingy doesn’t know that yet. s3-4 Stingy has a plan though. A plan to beat s1-2 Stingy in a tickle fight SO badly, that he’ll become the king of tickling FOR ALL TIME AND ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • their favourite rainy day activities

If they’re not counting money or cuddling up, they just go back and forth in who owns more stuff in lazytown. 

  • how they surprise each other 

s1-2 stinge will never cease to be amazed by s3-4 stingy’s weird echo he gets in his voice (when he says “gold”, for indtance). As for gifts, they’ll usually try to get eachother the best and most expensive gifts.

  • their most sickening shows of public affection

Where to even begin??? They constantly say the most sickingling sweet things to each other. And when they’re not doing that, theyre probably out there somewhere nose booping and pecking eachother. 

anonymous asked:

What do you love the most about Erwin?

Dear Anon, I’ve had your ask in my in box for weeks (months?) now, but I haven’t been ignoring it, quite the opposite.  I’ve been hoarding it like treasure. Every so often I take it out and admire it, then I put it back in the box to keep it safe, because it’s precious and to be honest I hardly know where to start with this. However you deserve an answer so let me try.  

Apart from the obvious, ahem, aesthetic appeal, I am in awe of Erwin’s vision. He has an unnerving ability to look past the obvious, the superficial, to see the potential that most people are unwilling to see and don’t even bother looking for. He did it with the Survey Corps, he did it with Levi, with Eren, with Hanji and Historia.  Without Erwin’s vision, without his belief, the Survey Corps would have been decimated long before Shiganshina, the corrupt nobility wouldn’t have been overthrown, Hanji wouldn’t have become the 14th Commander, Historia would never have taken the throne, Levi would have remained a petty criminal in the Underground and Eren would have ended up as so much meat on the autopsy table.  By any measure, that’s an impressive record for just one man. Levi wasn’t wrong when he said that Erwin is gazing up at something he can’t even see.

But vision is something you admire rather than love so the things I love most about Erwin are his self less courage, his humility and his enduring humanity.  

By courage I don’t just mean his unfailing willingness to lead from the front and put himself directly in the line of fire. I mean the courage to make the hard decisions that every military commander has to make, the decisions that send soldiers, comrades and friends to their death; the courage to keep making those decisions over and over and over again, even though every death weighs heavily on his conscience and the guilt keeps dragging him down. Erwin just shoulders the despair and keeps on going, that’s what military commanders do, and its only at the bitter end that we see that toll that it takes on him as a man.

Perhaps the most astonishing thing is that Erwin does all this without the slightest question or complaint.  There is not an arrogant bone in Erwin’s body. He is willing to play the role required of him; to be the monster, the devil, the fraud.  The commander with the heart of stone who sends men to their death without even blinking.  And it’s only when he finally breaks that we see that beneath the implacable façade he is still just a man.  A man who hurts and bleeds like every other man.  A man who underneath it all is still just the child haunted by his father’s death.  

And that’s really what I love most of all about Erwin, after all the war and guilt and sacrifice, he never looses his humanity. Every death touches him, every face is etched in his memory, but he still has the ability to connect to those he loves and respects.  He never looses the capacity to love. Right at the bitter end he is still able to open his heart to Levi and lay it all before him.  And if that’s not a reason to love the man then I don’t know what is.

There is poem that was often quoted in my previous Age of Sail fandom, Kipling’s The Song of the Dead, and though I’m no fan if Kipling, there is a line in it that always makes me think of Erwin

If blood be the price of admiralty,
    Lord God, we have paid in full.

Erwin certainly paid the price in full, but he never lost his humanity, and that dear Anon, is what I love about him the most.

Wherever You Are

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x reader

Word Count: 604

Summary: The Doctor is acting unusually shy, and it’s up to the reader to find out why.

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Happy birthday to David Tennant! <3


Originally posted by tennydr10confidential


The Doctor is a lot of things, but shy is not one of them. He’s brave and intelligent and daring, but under no circumstances is he shy, unless he’s acting. He does that often to get you both out of trouble, but timid is not one of the words one would use to describe him, and they would be absolutely right not to use it.

Thing is, right now, he’s very obviously shy. He’s fiddling with his Sonic Screwdriver and occasionally muttering to himself and avoiding your inquisitive and curious gaze like the plague.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from staring at him.

Well, to be precise, staring at his suit-jacket-covered back as he tinkers around with stuff in the control room of the TARDIS, refusing to let you see his face -which is flushed red by now, and you have no idea why- and not uttering a word or making a sound.

All in all, his behaviour is very un-Doctor-like, and it shows no sign of changing anytime soon unless you do something.

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All Mine *Requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Drama

Words: 1,000


Hi, could you write an imagine where reader is jealous instead of daryl? :)


You watched Daryl, who was talking to another girl across the room. She ran her hand up and down his arm and giggled at something he said. “Un-fucking-believable.” you thought to yourself. Was Daryl actually interested in her? What the fuck did he see in this bitch? Well, you didn’t exactly ‘know’ her because you just moved to Alexandria, but you didn’t give a shit. Daryl was off limits to anyone except you, in your mind at least.

“Hey Daryl, can I talk to you for a second?” you asked, interrupting their conversation. He was about to answer but he was cut off when the girl said “Um, excuse me? We were in the middle of something.” you honestly didn’t want to start anything, so you turned around. “What do ya need to talk about?” Daryl asked, putting his hand on your shoulder to stop you from walking away. “Don’t even worry about it.” you said, shaking your head slowly. You glanced back at the girl and she had a confident smirk on her face.

“Can ya give me a second?” Daryl asked the girl as he watched you walk over and sit next to Maggie and Glenn. “Stay.” she pleaded and Daryl just shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. Whatever you had to say could wait.

(2 Weeks Later)

“What did ya wanna talk about?” Daryl asked you. “Really? It’s been two weeks and you’re asking me this now?” you answered, slightly annoyed. “M’sorry, just been busy.” he said. “Busy?” you asked with raised eyebrows and he nodded. You knew he was full of shit, but decided not to bring it up. “Alright then, it was nice catching up.” you told him sarcastically. “Hold on”- Daryl began.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” the girl told Daryl in a cheerful voice. She noticed that you were standing next to him and the smile on her face faded. An idea popped into her head and she decided to give it a go. She wrapped her arms around Daryl’s neck and kissed him. You literally felt your heart drop and tears welled in your eyes. You needed to get out of here so that’s exactly what you did.

****

You got on your motorcycle and drove over to the entrance of Alexandria. “Open the gate.” you told Sasha who noticed your tear stained face. “I’m not going to.” she told you firmly. “Open the fucking gate!” you yelled at her and she still didn’t move. You got off your bike and opened the gate yourself and Sasha just watched you. “Thanks for all the help.” you told her as you remounted your bike and took off.

Wind tousled your hair, sending it it in different directions as you sped up as fast as you could. After a while you pulled over on the side of the road and hid the bike underneath branches. You walked for a little bit, eventually you came across a pond and decided to take a break. You took out your water bottle and took a swig as images of Daryl kissing someone else filled your head.

****

“The fuck are ya doin’?” Daryl asked pushing away and wiping his mouth. “Letting that chick know who you belong too and it clearly worked.” she said grinning and he looked around trying to find you. “I gotta find her.” he said. “Come on, is she really worth all that trouble. You can’t compare her to me. Just forget her and come back home with me.” she purred into his ear and tugged on his shirt.

“Yer right, I can’t compare her to you.” he answered and she smiled widely. “She’s better in every single way and she’s got something that you’ll never have.” he said. “Oh yea? And what’s that?” she replied furiously.

Me.”

****

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Daryl asked Sasha. “Yep, she took off about an hour ago.” she answered. “And ya didn’t stop ‘er?!” Daryl asked, swinging his arm in front of him. “She’s a big girl Daryl. She can make her own decisions. Who am I to stop her? If (Y/N) wants to leave, she can.” Sasha stated.

Daryl rolled his eyes in disgust and got on his own bike, to go and find you. “I would let her cool down. She was obviously upset about something.” Sasha told him and Daryl ignored her, pulling through the gate.

****

Daryl was driving for a while when he saw a bushel of branches where they didn’t belong. He lifted a branch up and saw that it was your motorcycle that was covered. He hurriedly hid his own bike and started to follow your tracks through the woods.

“The hell do ya think yer doin’? Runnin off like that.” You heard a familiar voice say making you jump.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not bothering to answer his question. “Someone needed to make sure ya didn’t do anythin’ stupid.” he said. “I don’t need a babysitter Daryl!” you yelled, scrambling to stand up. “I’m pretty sure ya do. Comin’ out here alone, do ya even think?!” he yelled back. “Why do you care? It’s not like I mean anything to you anyway! I could die tomorrow and you wouldn’t give a shit.” you answered. “That’s really what ya think?” Daryl asked, lowering his voice. “That’s what I know.” you replied sharply.

“Fine.” he growled. Daryl stormed over to you, pushing you against the nearest tree. “Get off me you asshole!” you shouted, but didn’t try to get out of his grasp. “Nope.” he said licking up the side of your neck and instantly you fell into a puddle of mush. “I saw the way ya looked at me ya know.” he continued and placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. “I know ya were jealous.” he said, digging his fingertips into your hips. “Was.. Not..” you barely got out. “Mhmm, sure ya weren’t.” he answered. “Screw you Dixon.” you said, smashing your lips against his.

“Now you’re all mine.”


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Ivar Doesn’t Like Him (Part Two)

Originally posted by allthosemuseiisms

Ivar x Reader

Part One


When you woke that morning, Ivar had vanished, he had clearly been careful when he left, not making a sound and pulling the door shut but his leaving you early meant he had something on his mind and he would be in a sour mood until his mind was at ease.

You spent the morning busying yourself with the tasks you would need to do throughout the day, hoping to finish early enough to find Ivar before he did something foolish.

“(Y/N), have you seen my son?” Aslaug asked as she made her way towards you.

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No Reply

Pairing: Reader x Minghao
Genre: angst, an ounce of fluff
Request: “can you write a minghao angst? um an imagine where he has to practice hard bc a comeback is soon and you both barely talk or hang out. and then you go to the dorm to see what’s up or to check up on him and since he’s stressed, he gets frustrated or something and you both get into an argument. idk, but lots of angst and then fluff at the end?”
Word count: 2,009
A/N: Requested by anon. I hope you like it!

You rarely saw Minghao these days. At best, you’d get a few texts, at worst, several days of nothing. At first, you’d been okay with it; long absences were in his job description. It was just part of being an idol. Every so often, the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for a while. Usually it was because of tours. He usually made the effort to text you, sending you photo updates and reminding you that he loved you. He often texted you so much that you would sometimes forget that he was away. You could handle that; they made your reunions all the sweeter. Even when he was practicing for long periods of time, unable to see you for a few days, he’d video call you, and you’d fall asleep talking to him. But that had all been in the beginning. It wasn’t quite the same now.

It had been a month of little contact. You knew that he was busy; Seventeen had a big comeback on the agenda, and there was a lot riding on it. You’d been excited about it at first. You’d hear the boys babble on about all the ideas they had, the ones they wanted to explore, how excited they were to meet Carats. It had been cute. Unfortunately, you’d seen the stress begin to wear on them; some more than others. You knew that being an idol wasn’t easy. And you respected that. But there were boundaries, right? A relationship couldn’t survive on minimal contact. And, even worse, was he overworking himself?

You checked the time on your phone. 10:58 PM. You knew that Minghao had a short break at 11 PM. You’d decided then would be the best time to visit. You lingered on the screen for a little longer. It was a photo of you and Minghao, with a dog between you. You remembered the day it was taken. The two of you were visiting a friend’s house, and much to your delight, there’d been a puppy there. Minghao had fallen in love with it immediately; you had about a hundred photos of just him and the dog in your camera roll. You hadn’t seen him smile like that in a while.

That was the last distinct moment you could remember of the two of you being happy together.

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anonymous asked:

i asked that question about only answering rude questions to prove a point, and i feel you have. i've constantly asked questions and gave comments that i feel are something an author would like to hear from a reader yet those sat in your ask box, but you answered that question quicker than i imagined, probably because it criticized your character. idk if you want this input, but i feel as if you should focus on the positives people send in, not the negative and rude, like i sent in earlier xoxo

I’ve explained many times that I am free to answer whatever asks I want, and I’m free to not answer whatever I wish. 

Usually I don’t answer if it’s: 

-an overly complicated ask that would require me to either invent lore on the spot or do a lore dive that is too time intensive

-it’s an ask I’ve recently answered

-an ask I’ve answered many times

-a very common ask that I’ve answered in most interviews (i.e. what inspires you, how did you come up with RQ, etc.)

-it’s a spoiler ask (I’m not answering spoiler heavy KC questions at all, let alone people asking if characters live or die)

-it’s extremely rude or ignorant (trust me, there are ones I let slide bc I just am not going to deal with it sometimes)

-it’s very kind and complimentary to the point where I would feel really rude and self-indulgent and bratty answering it publicly for all to see. I love you guys for your kind words but idk, it just feels so crude to acknowledge yourself in that way. 

-I just don’t have the *energy* to answer the ask the way it deserves

-I just. don’t. feel. like. it.

I’m very sorry that I haven’t lived up to your expectations or answered the questions you wanted asks. I’m one person. I cleared my inbox entirely about two weeks ago. I now have 843 asks in the box. I can’t answer them all. I’m very sorry about that. 

And if you’ve been asking questions over a period of time, then you would have clearly seen that I answer a wide variety of questions. So yeah, I don’t appreciate you sending me something false just to get a reaction and prove a point. But you did. You win. I’m tired.

I love you guys so much and I hope to give back 1% of what you’ve given me. I know I’m not perfect and I’m never, ever going to amount to what everyone wants from me. I’m trying, I really am. It’s just not in my DNA to let people run me over for their own enjoyment. And it may be better in the long run to step back a little bit, because unfortunately, in spite of the truckloads of lovely asks & readers, the not-so-nice ones seem to outweigh them in my mind. I need to work on myself to ignore the sting, but I’m not there yet. 

As I’ve said on Twitter, I’m not a dartboard. I’m a person. I’m not some abyss people can fling whatever they want into, and not expect anything in return. 

And if people want to go on Goodreads and give me shit for being a human concerned about her mental health and safety, feel free. They can say it’s part of the job all you want, but it really isn’t. It really isn’t. 

Congratulations to Me Part Three

A/N- This is the third and final part of Congratulations to Me, hope you enjoy it.

Congratulations to Me Part One

Congratulations to Me Part Two

Masterlist

Once again major props to @winchesters-favorite-girl. She’s been a major part of helping me write and develop this series. 

Warning: Underage drinking and unwanted advances


*4 months later*

Okay, in hindsight coming to the party probably hadn’t been Y/N’s smartest idea. But when Johnny, the boy she’d been crushing since the start of the semester, invited her she’d couldn’t say no.

He’d shown interest in her and she’d been feeling homesick, guess going to school across the country did that to you. Here she was, stuck in the middle of nowhere. When accepting college offers going to school in Kansas sounded great, but that was before she stopped talking to her reason for thinking so.

The night had started out great. By the time, she’d gotten there the party was already in full swing. Music was blasting, people were dancing and the alcohol was following. Y/N danced with some girls from her literature class and chatted with different people from the party.

Johnny had been sticking close to her side all night. His hand barely left her hip and he’d been filtering strong all night. At first the attention had been flattering, but after a while it was getting concerning. He followed her everywhere and had quickly become possessive, kissing her and clinging to her.

Johnny had her pinned to the hall down some hallway kissing her neck. Y/N had tried to leave multiple times, but he came dragging her back in. Y/N pushed him off again.

Johnny whined, “C’mon now babe.”

Y/N nervously pushed him back even more, thinking quickly, “I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Johnny sighed, but allowed her down the hallway. Y/N hurried inside and promptly locked the door behind herself, thinking quickly. She didn’t have many options, there didn’t seem to be any chance of Johnny leaving her alone and she didn’t see how she could push out past him.

She needed help.

Y/N panicked, she needed help soon. She could only hold Johnny off so long. Y/N tapped her phone in her hand. Who to call, who to call? Y/N sighed, she knew who she needed to call, but that didn’t make it any easier. She hadn’t talked to them since their fight, they’d tried to call her and talk, but she’d shut them out.

Sam and Dean.

Y/N sighed and opened her phone, she had no guarantee that they would answer, hell with them they might even have different numbers now, but nonetheless they were her best bets. Y/N’s finger hovered over the call button next to Dean’s number and let out a deep breath. She jumped when someone banged on the door.

“Y/N,” Johnny hollered.

“Be right out,” She tried to sound controlled, but it came out shaker than she would have liked.

“Hurry up.”

Y/N waited for the floorboards to creak as Johnny backed away from the door before she pressed the call button. Y/N held her breath as the phone rang, praying that Dean answered.

“Hello?” Dean’s gruff voice asked as the ringing stopped. Y/N was so relieved she whimpered.

“Y/N?” Dean asked uncertainly, worried why his sister was calling after ignoring them for months.

“I need help,” her voice was soft and scared, setting Dean more on edge than he already was.

Dean was suddenly more alert than before, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m at a party and his guy won’t leave me alone. I tried to leave, but he just keeps kissing me and he’s a lot bigger than I am. I can’t get away from him. I’m scared Dean.”

Dean felt every nerve in his body set on edge. There was no way Dean was going to let this guy get away with taking advantage of his sister.

“Where are you?” he asked as fear began to flood through him, knowing he couldn’t get to her in time.

“At 312 on Bergen Street down at the University.”

“Which University?”

“Y/U/N.”

“You’re in Kansas?” Dean questioned as he began to realize that you’d been down the street from them the entire time.

“Yeah I uh-” She was interrupted by Johnny yelling through the door again. “Dean you gotta hurry, he won’t stop.”

Y/N heard whispering on the other end and then, “Y/N?”

It was Sam.

“Sam?”

“Listen, we’re on our way right now okay? We’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Hurry Sam.”

Y/N bought herself another 2-3 minutes in the bathroom before Johnny all, but threatened to knock down the door.

Y/N slowly opened the door, trying to quickly move down the hallway and away from Johnny, but he was hot on her trail.

“What’s wrong babe,” his voice was wobbly from all the alcohol he had that night. “You were in the bathroom forever, was starting to think you’d slipped out the window.”

If only she would have fit. Y/N grimaced and tried to continue to head for the door, but he grabbed her arm pulling her back into him. His arms circling around her waist tightly. His lips found her neck once again and Y/N tried to shrug him off waiting for her brothers to hurry up and get here.

She heard them before she saw them. The second the front door slammed open she knew it had to be them from all the noise. She heard her brother’s rough voices shouting at drunken college students asking where she was.

Y/N knew the chances of the boys hearing her over all the noise was slim, but she still shouted, “SAM! DEAN!”

Relief flood through her as she saw her brothers come flying around the corner. Before she could say anything, she felt Johnny being ripped off her. Y/N stumbled back and into Dean’s waiting arms. Y/N instantly relaxed knowing there was nowhere safer than her big brother’s arms.

Sam had pulled Johnny off her and shoved him away, positioning himself between Johnny and his sister. Sam stood tall, towering over the young man.

“What the hell guys?” Johnny asked, clearly not realizing exactly what he was in for.

“What the hell?” Sam’s voice was dark and menacing. “You’re trying to take advantage of our little sister is what and that sure as hell isn’t happening on our watch.”

Johnny visibly gulped, clearly wary of the much bigger man threatening him, “Sister?”

“Yeah, sister,” Dean spoke up for the first time and his tone was as dangerous and challenging as Sam’s was. “A sister you’re going to stay far away from, understand? You’re going to keep your hands to yourself, because, well… I’ve got a gun and I’m always packing. You really don’t want another visit from me. Got it?”

Johnny stumbled back and nodded aggressively.

“Good,” Sam said, and before Johnny could react Sam swung his fist, knocking the teenager to the ground. He nodded at Dean and the two brothers ushered Y/N toward the front door and out into the cool night air. Dean guided her into the back seat of the impala and Y/N leaned back into the familiar feel of the worn leather.

Sam and Dean slide into the front seat and instantly turned around to face their sister. Worried showed on both their faces and Sam was the first one to speak, “You okay?”

Y/N sighed, she knew she was safe, Johnny wasn’t getting anywhere near her with Sam and Dean here now, but she was still pretty on edge and shaken up.

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly and saw the murderous looks that flashed across both her brother’s faces. “That was pretty terrifying and I’m still shaken up about it. But I know I’m okay now, thanks you guys for coming.”

“Of course, that’s what brothers are for.” A bit of an awkward silence fell over the car before Dean spoke again, “What are you doing at school in Kansas?”

Y/N shifted nervously in her seat, “I wanted to go to school closer to you guys. I didn’t like being all the way across the country from you and so I thought this would be great, I would be five minutes away. I wanted it to be a surprise, I was going to tell you at graduation, but obviously that didn’t quite work out.”

“Y/N,” Dean shifted as much as he could in the seat to see her. “We really messed up with that. Sam though we should leave, but I was sure you wouldn’t mind. Turns out you cared a lot more in the past then we realized. I know we haven’t always been there for you, but we are so proud of you and we love you so much.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Seriously?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve ignored us for the last four months and now we’re just forgiven?”

“I missed you guys and yes, you have let me down a few times, but at the end of the day you’re there when it counts. You came and saved me tonight. You haven’t missed everything over the years and you always have the best intentions. You’re my brothers and I love you guys.”

“We’re going to try harder to make it to things now. No more missing because of hunts.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed with his brother. “And we’ll make it up to you for missing this one.”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, but let’s go home. You can sweet talk me with all the wonderful things you plan to do for me there.”

The boys smiled as they turned back around in their seats, happy to finally have their little sister back.


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Heartbroken and feelings

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Prompt: “George x reader were he is convinced she’s in love with Fred because they’ve been spending time together and he’s heartbroken but really they’ve been talking about her feelings for George during that time because she’s convinced she isn’t good enough ??? Maybe it all comes to a fluffy head at the burrow during the holidays? :)”

Requested?: Yes, by the lovely anon:)

(A/N): I suck at titles. Someone teach me how to make good titles. I have a lack of that talent. 

Originally posted by mikeys-bitchh

George Weasley had a secret. No, he didn’t kill a man, no, he didn’t steal all the gold. He was in love with a girl, Y/n Y/l/n. She was smart, beautiful kind and funny. She had talent for a lot of things, but her smile was so bright, that thousands of wands couldn’t recreate such a brightness. 

George, however hadn’t told anyone, not even his own brother, Fred Weasley. That was because she was spending so much time with Fred lately, he was certain she was in love with Fred. And George didn’t want to stop their happiness. He sat alone on the sofa in the common room. Y/n and Fred were off, doing whatever they were doing. Little did he know, they were just talking in the library, about a certain person.

-

“Fred, I don’t know if you get it.” Y/n sighted as she pressed her head against the wooden table. Her heart was racing from frustration. “I’m just not good enough for your brother. He is smart and funny, not to mention pretty handsome. And I am just… Me.” 

“No, Y/n. You are the one who doesn’t get it. He would be luck to have someone like you. You are beautiful, smart and, I got to admit; if you try, you can be funny.” Fred threw his arms in the air. “You got to deal with you feelings one time soon.” Fred continued, his voice softer. 

“I know, but I don’t know if I can accept a ‘no’.” She looked up at Fred, her eyes big and sad. 

“You don’t have to take a no. You are a strong, independent woman. You can get what you want.” Fred shrugged. 

“Yeah, thank you. I guess that’s why you have so many dates.” Y/n said with a raised brow. 

“Hey, I’m just saying that he would probably date you.” 

Y/n huffed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe if I was better. Maybe if I was good enough.” Fred sighted dramatically, they had been talking about this for a few months now. 

“Woman, you are going to kill me one day.” 

-

George looked up as Fred and Y/n came in, obviously arguing about something. “Hey guys!” George said, happy that there was some kind of amusement. The arguing stopped and they both put on their innocent smiles. 

“Hello George.” Fred said with a smile. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” He said, winking at Y/n before heading to his dorm. George raised a brow. 

“yeah, I should probably finish this essay.” Y/n said, her cheeks growing red. George, scratching the back of his neck, stepped aside. 

“I thought you were studying with Fred?” He asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Y/n froze for a second before pretending to be okay. 

“We had important things to discuss, so we didn’t study much.” She breathed out. 

“You were gone for almost three hours, and I couldn’t join you.” George said softly. Without an answer, Y/n left the room, faster then she had ever done before. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” George asked his brother. 

“i certainly am not ignoring you. I am just spending time with Y/n.” Fred said with raised brows. 

“Yes, with your girlfriend!” George spat, hurt in his eyes, his voice bitter. He walked away. He walked away from his brother. Away from his problems. But he took his pain with him. 

George found himself sitting on a stair, he didn’t even know where he was. And he didn’t care. With a sight, he ran his hand over his face, only to find his voice wet with tear. He hadn’t noticed he was crying. He didn’t want to be sad, because Fred and Y/n were probably happy together. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the aching pain in his chest. He knew his heart was broken. But he didn’t want to say, or even think about that. He needed to find peace with the fact that Y/n would be happy with Fred. There was nothing he could do about it. 

-

The twins sat in the train back home. it was Christmas break and Y/n got to stay with the Weasley’s for four days. Her parents were on a trip for work, and couldn’t make it in time. She and her best friends had been looking forwards to this moment, but it was really awkward. George didn’t say anything, he kept staring out the window. Fred was eying the two of them with confused looks. Y/n sighted and moved closer to George, placing a hand on his leg. He shot up and looked at her before his eyes drowned back in sadness. 

“Georgie, what is wrong? You have been acting strangely the last couple of days.” Y/n asked concerned. Her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face. 

“Nothing is wrong Y/n. I’m fine.” He snapped. Slightly surprised by his respond, she moved back away. 

“Okay then, George.” Both of them felt a sting of pain in their chest by the way Y/n’s voice sounded. The warm, sweet tone was gone. She sounded distant, and cold. She had always known George would never see her like that. But this wasn’t something he would ever say to her. She guessed he didn’t even want to be friends. 

-

The event on the train seemed to be forgotten when everyone was in the Burrow. Ron wasn’t there, he had stayed a Hogwarts with hermione and Harry. It was the second night, and Y/ tortured with horrible nightmares. She shot up and looked around, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She remembered where she was when she heard Ginny turn around. Shaking, Y/n got up, wanting a glass of water. 

The stairs were unfamiliar, and when she bumped into someone, she softly squealed before feeling an arm around her waist. 

“Y/n?” It was George. Y/n relaxed but George kept his arm around her waist. 

“Why are you up?” Y/n was aware of his arm around her waist, the nightmare almost forgotten. 

“I had a nightmare, wanted something to drink. Nothing special. What about you?” 

“I haven’t slept well in a few days.” George admitted. Y/n was concerned, he did sound tired lately. 

“You know, my mother had told me a trick. Let’s go to the kitchen, maybe it’ll work.” Y/n let her hand slide in George’s hand and pulled him with her. 

-

“So, what is this magic trick your mother had thought you?” George asked as Y/n opened the fridge. She smiled and shook her head. 

“You’ll see.” She mixed some milk and chocolate, honey and a few herbs. she added sugar and poured it in a cup. “Drink.” George raised a brow at her and smiled. 

“Chocolate milk?” He asked. Y/n just grinned and waited for him to take a sip. Y/n smiled when she saw his eyes grow big and look back into the cup. 

“Y/n, what did you do with it? It is good, but weird.” Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“It’s the herbs. It will help you. Just drink it and go to bed.” She smiled and made an attempt to leave. Yet, now maybe was the time to ask the question that had been bothering her for a while. 

“George, are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” His voice sounded really surprised. 

“It’s just… You have been ignoring me, almost. Did I do something wrong?” George swallowed, feeling nervous. 

“No, I was just a jerk I think.” Y/n jumped on the table, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I should just have accepted the fact that you and Fred are a couple. I mean, it was hard for reasons you wouldn’t understand but I’m really trying-” George got cut of by her laughter. 

“Why are you laughing.” 

“Because Fred and I aren’t a couple.” Y/n said, wiping away a tear. 

“yes, we spent a lot of time together, but not because I liked him! I asked him for advice, because I did like someone else and he is one of my best friends.” 

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” 

“Because it would have been rather awkward to talk about the feelings I have about you.” Y/n clapped a hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide. George was also surprised. 

“You… Like me?” Y/n sighted and rubbed her forehead, running her hands through her hair. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” George was talking quit, like they were talking about something no one could hear. 

“Because I’m not good enough for you, obviously.” She stated. That comment hurt George, because she was everything he had ever dreamed of. Kind and sweet, funny and sarcastic, bright smile and eyes that held whole universes. Not to mention her pretty face or amazing body. 

“Why would you say that? You are the most sweetest, funniest, smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I first saw you, I knew I was lost. I knew my heart had belonged to you. It was like I saw an angel. Then I talked to you, and you were what I could only describe as a real angel.” 

“When did you get so sappy?” Y/n asked with a soft laugh. George smiled and brushed a lock of hair out her face. 

“I’m acting from my heart.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing her. Y/n was gladly surprised, she smiled against his lips and grabbed his collar, bulling him in between her legs. Her lags wrapped around his waist, hands on his face and neck. His hands lay on her waist and side of her face. He smiled too. The long kiss got interrupted by a yawn from George. 

“I guess the ‘magic trick’ does work?” She asked with a grin. “You better get into bed.” She said. George groaned. 

“But I want to kiss you again.” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. 

“We will have time tomorrow.” She laughed. Jumping of the table, she pecked his lips. “Sweet dreams, Georgie.” She softly winked and turned around, walking a way. 

That night, a grin rested on both of their lips. They couldn’t wipe it off. They felt happy, knowing their feelings were answers. Knowing they wouldn’t be alone, they would have each other. 

“He's absolutely wasted. Good luck”// Conor Maynard Imagine

Warnings: N/a

Word count: 1k+

I was sound asleep. Well until my phone started ringing, but I ignored it. ‘They can wait’ I thought to myself. I turned over and started to drift back to sleep. That was until my phone started ringing AGAIN. I sighed heavily and sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. I looked at the caller I.d to see it was an unknown number. However, answered it anyways. 

“Hello?” I said. “Y/n,” A voice that I immediately recognized said. “Conor?” I asked. “That’s me!” He shouted into the phone. He was clearly drunk off his ass. “Conor it’s 3 am what do you want?” “Can you come pick me up?” He whispered into the phone. “What? No!” I said into the phone. “Call Jack or someone like that,” I said. “But I want you to pick me up,” Conor said. I sighed and gave in. “Fine, where are you?” I asked.

 He told me he was at a bar and he gave me a location. I forced my self to get out of bed and I pulled on a hoodie and leggings. I got into the car and drove to the bar. Conor was standing on the curb talking to some girls with a beer in his hands. He saw my car and he smiled. “Girls I gotta go, my lady is here,” He said opening the passenger door. “Throw that out before getting in here,” I mumbled in anger. He handed it to one of the girls, who immediately took a drink of it. He closed the door. “Seatbelt,” I reminded him. 

He fumbled with it for a while when I finally decided to get out and put it on for him. I closed his door and got back in the car. “You have a nice ass,” Conor commented. I ignored his comment and restarted the car. He stared at me kept trying to grab my hand. “Conor stop,” I mumbled again. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Conor staring at me. “Who’s phone did you call me off of?” I asked breaking the silence. He shrugged. “Some girl let me borrow her phone because mine is dead,” he said with another shrug. “How did you know my number?" 

"I still have your phone number memorized even though we haven’t talked  since we broke up and somehow I remembered it even though I’ve had like 5 beers and I know you’re pissed that you’re here at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive,” he boasted. I ran my hand through my hair. I parked in front of Conor, Jack’s and Josh’s flat.

 I got out of the car and helped Conor out. I walked him to the door if by walking you mean me dragging him to the door. “I’m guessing you don’t have a key?” I asked. “Nope,” he said popping the p. “Great,” I mumbled. I banged on the door quite loud. In a minute or two, the door opened. I saw Jack Maynard standing at the door. “What the fuck?” He said his voice raspy. “Here,” I said pushing Conor inside. “He called me to pick him up. He’s absolutely wasted. Good luck,” I said turning to leave. “Waittt come innn,” Conor said. I sighed not wanting to argue.

 "Conor just go to your room and go to sleep,“ I said. "Fineee goodnight love,” he said trying to kiss my cheek. I dodged it and crossed my arms. He frowned and walked into his room closing the door behind him. “I’m gonna go,” I said starting toward the door. “Wait y/n,” Jack said. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry, for him. He’s been like this ever since you guys broke up. I’ve never ever seen him like this. He always stays in his room or he’s out getting wasted,” he said. “Jack..” I trailed off. “Maybe you could work it out,” he suggested. “No. All we did was fight Jack. Do you think I enjoyed that? We fought over every little thing,” I said. He sighed. I let out a small yawn.

“Here,” he said walking into his room and grabbing pillows and blankets. “It’s almost 5, you can sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.” I nodded not wanting to drive home and took the pillows and blankets. I thanked him before he walked into Conor’s room. I laid down on the couch and started to think.

’“So you’re just going to ignore me?” Conor said getting mad. I stayed looking down, scrolling down Instagram. “You are so fucking childish and annoying!” Conor screamed. “I mean I guess I am. That’s what you told your friends right. That’s why 'we are having problems’ just get the fuck out!” I said standing and screaming. “Maybe I will!” He screamed. Anger boiled in my body. “Fuck you! I’m done. I can’t do this anymore,” I said. His whole face softened. “Wait baby n-no I’m sorry,” he said. Tears of anger and anguish streamed down my face. “We can work this out I promise. Please don’t just throw away everything we have,” he pleaded. “For 2 years Conor all we have done is fight, I love you so much but I-I just can’t,” I stuttered. “Y/n,” he said reaching out for me. I took a step and shook my head.’

I didn’t realize I was crying until my whole sleeve was wet. I looked up at the ceiling and wiped my eyes once more before falling asleep.


I woke up in someone’s arms and I looked to see it was Conor. “Oh uh sorry,”  he said trying to scoot away. I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer. “I love you.” “I love you too,” he said. I leaned up and kissed his lips for the first time in a few weeks. Everything was there. I was still absolutely in love with him. His arms wrapped around me and I laid my head on his chest. I’m so in love with Conor Maynard and so always will be.

owlygem  asked:

Sorry. I feel like I nay have bothered you.

so you sent me a question before and i replied privately and very shortly. obviously this bugged you or you wouldn’t have thought you bugged me and i feel like this is something i need to address so i apologize in advance but i’m about to go on a little rant.

i get a lot of questions, every day, especially when i post images of new products. i try really, really hard to answer people’s questions as best i can as far as i feel comfortable doing so (and i don’t always feel comfortable for various reasons).

a lot of the questions i get are very easy to google. i’ve tried telling people to google them and then people think i’m a bitch even though this is how i find my information and any tips i can give would be watered down, worse versions of the articles i originally googled for.

more than that, tho, i have a repetitive strain injury. when my arm first gave out at the end of 2015 it made me take a harsh look at both my drawing and online habits. i love talking to people but typing is very hard on my arms and when i make the decision to type something it actively subtracts from the amount of time i can spend drawing that day. sometimes i am taking a break and that is okay, but i draw for a living and most days drawing is more important than typing. 

my time and my physical health are valuable to me. so then i’m faced with a dilemma: do i answer a question as concisely as i can and help someone out but have them think i’m a bitch? or do i ignore the question, knowing the answer, and make that person think their question was insignificant or went unread? either way, i feel awful and like i’m letting people down.

anonymous asked:

Do you always ignore asks?

Maybe this just rubbed me the wrong way because of how tired I am from this past week but wow, ouch. The simple answer is no, I don’t. I’ve addressed my difficulty answering messages multiple times, even going so far as to make a video about it. I get a lot of asks and they are often very detailed and require a long and well thought out response. I get messages about anything from how to deal with pain without medication to how to deal with the mental toll that chronic pain takes and suicidal thoughts. I don’t just want to answer the easy questions, but I often don’t have the mental energy to produce the quality response I think these questions deserve. 

Dealing with chronic pain and procedures and surgeries is hard. I’m trying my best to keep up with this blog because it gives me a sense of purpose and people tell me that it helps them in some way. I read every question, and often think about them for days. I’m really trying, so I’m sorry if you have sent a thoughtful question or request, I am working hard on balancing my disability and work online. I appreciate every follower that takes the time and energy to send messages or reply to my posts. 
-Mo 

anonymous asked:

Hey so I have a question about polamory. I promise im not trying to be offensive. I'm trying to overcome my misconceptions. How is polyamory not about your primary partner being enough? If you're both on board, I wouldnt judge, but if my bf ever asked to open the relationship I would be deeply hurt because to me that means that we are broken. How is it different with poly? I'm sorry for being so ignorant I just really cant wrap my head around it. Thank you for taking time to read and answer.

Hiya! That’s okay, you’re not being offensive. My answer is going to be kind of complex, but I’m glad you asked. I am delighted when people want to learn!

First of all - your question does have a couple of pretty big assumptions in it. First, the idea that everyone who is polyamorous has a primary partner. A lot of poly people practice non-hierarchical polyamory, which means they don’t name a given partner as “primary” and don’t prioritize one person above the other at all times. Second, not every poly person starts from a vantage point of opening up a monogamous relationship. For example, I was single when I decided I was polyamorous. So the question of “is this about my primary partner not being enough?” wouldn’t have even been a question that made sense to ask, in my situation, because I didn’t have a partner at all (let alone a primary partner) when I started dating as a poly person.

But I’ll also go on to try to answer your question from the perspective of people who are coupled. I’m in two relationships now, one of 1+ year and one of 4+ years. When I’ve been seeking new relationships, the idea of my existing partner(s) not being “enough” isn’t even a way that I thought about things. The way I see things is rather that each person operates as an individual who can bring joy and fulfillment to the lives of others. Rather than starting with a space in my life that can be filled with love – and seeking people to fill it until it reaches, say, 100% – I see myself as already being at 100% (I am complete all on my own), and every person I connect with is also at 100% and thus we just add to each other’s lives when we join up. 

That being said, people do absolutely meet (or not meet) each other’s needs in relationships. A lot of poly people believe that it isn’t even possible for just one person to meet all of another person’s needs. From that perspective, you could say that one person isn’t “enough.” And some poly people even do frame things that way, but when they do, that isn’t inherently a negative – they use it as a way to view polyamory as something that enriches everyone’s lives, rather than a reflection on someone’s shortcomings. I think the idea that I can’t fulfill 100% of someone’s needs is a shortcoming only if I believe that it is (a) even possible to do, and (b) a responsibility that I have in a relationship that my value depends on. I don’t believe it’s my responsibility to fulfill all of someone’s needs; instead, I try frame things for myself (and to my partners) in terms of what I can offer, and if what I’m offering can meet enough of the needs they have that our relationship is worth their while, then we’re a good match!

So, when you say “if my bf ever asked to open the relationship I would be deeply hurt because to me that means that we are broken,” you are operating from the perspective of assuming that it’s possible for one person to meet all of another person’s needs; similarly important to note, you’re also operating from a perspective of assuming that “meeting unmet needs” is the only reason someone would seek out more partners. I can feel like all of my basic needs are met and still want new partners, because people are awesome, and I like having the freedom to explore what kind of relationship I’m going to have with someone without having constraints put on it by others. And that’s the main reason I’m poly.

The way I see it, your perspective on what makes a relationship broken or not-broken isn’t wrong, just like mine also isn’t. We just have different metrics on which we judge functionality & success of relationships.

I dunno if that helped clear anything up or not, haha. Please feel free to write again if you have more questions or want to clarify anything! Thanks again for writing!