or maybe just because it was the best

quirkpuppy  asked:

I just checked the other responses to that 'best 1D music video' post because I was ready to be all smug about a unanimous consensus on Kiss You, and, I mean, obviously everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but can you believe how wrong everyone who chose anything other than Kiss You are?!?! I would die for Kiss You.

You are right, everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I agree, Kiss You is the perfect One Direction video, and maybe the greatest music video of all time!!! I too, would die for Kiss You!!!!!  Thank you for giving me this opportunity to talk about it.

There is more than one reason I love it so much, but it really all comes down to this: the Kiss You music video lovingly sends up the idea of boybands and boyband music videos while truly celebrating them at the same time.  AND it does this in a way that effortlessly highlights what made One Direction so special in the first place – their genuinely charming personalities.  

Look at this shit, just from the first 30 or seconds of the video:

Right out of the gate, the mood and pace of the video match the mood and tempo of the song!! 

And everyone is a big, happy ham!!!  (Zayn has always been an underrated ham IMO)

Then, the camera pulls back and you see, OMG this is a video set!! it’s not real! This boyband of hams is making a music video, let’s see how they do it!! 

Back to Liam being cute in a sidecar!!!

And it only gets better from there:

A jailhouse rock homage.

Everyone’s Christmas card for the next 40 years.

Sailors

Louis looking handsome while fake surfing. 

Harry and his nips!!!

I mean, I just want to thank the director, Mr. Vaughan Arnell, from the bottom of my heart.  It’s a wonderful music video with a fully coherent concept.  

When it first came out, @100percentsassy, made the point that there should have been WAY more posts on pop culture websites about what a funny, charming masterpiece it is. She was totally right!!!!! What more could you want??? 

anonymous asked:

Hi Viria :3 Have you ever thought about traveling and meeting demigods (fans) from other countries (Latin country) or making conferences (but in Latin American countries)? Pd. I like your drawings so much, you are awesome

ahh, I’d like to, but in the nearest future there’s no chance I’d have a way to fly there.

The flight takes at best 15 hours (and going up to like 53 O_O) and the tickets (not to mention how much it would cost to stay there) are very expensive..it’s like, 1000$ just for one person (which is 26000 in grn), and that’s a flight alone. Maybe one day, I don’t really know yet. To be honest, considering how much the flight takes and how much it costs I’d rather see Japan because it’s my dreeeeam:”)

Thank you though<3 If I ever come there I will probably try to make a meet up, but I’m not sure just in how many years I can get such an opportunity.

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Nia sat down applying her makeup as her husband dressed for work. She was meeting with the ladies for Brunch in downtown San Myshuno and she always had to look her best.

Santos watched his wife admiring the time and effort she put into looking good. He had loved her once… but she wasn’t the girl he had married. she’d stopped being that girl a long long time ago.

“What are your plans for today?” Santos asked because he assumed whatever she had planned required money. 

“Oh nothing too extravagant just brunch with the ladies.. and maybe a little shopping.” 

“Ok.. enjoy yourself.”  he said as i went to exit the room…

“Santos darling. are you forgetting something?”

Santos looked at her questioningly “Please leave your credit card for me darling, yours has a higher daily allowance.” 

Santos sighed and rummaged in his pocket for the card… the only thing his wife cared about was appearances and money she was no longer the pretty girl next door he’d married. He doubted she still cared for him at all.  He took the card and placed it on her dressing table. 

“Oh thank you darling! Have a nice day at work!” Santos leaned in to kiss her goodbye but she pulled away, “You’ll mess up my makeup, air kisses. Love you darling.” With that Santos picked up his things and left. 

anonymous asked:

I've been questioning my sexuality lately, and at one point I drunkenly confessed to my best friend that maybe I could be bisexual, but she said that these days being bi is pretty much a "fad" and that instantly filled me with doubt. Not because I agree (which I DONT), but because I'm worried that maybe it's all about looks, and that maybe I just find people PRETTY but that doesn't mean I'm sexually attracted to them?? I want to talk with someone about this, but I feel like a fraud??

YOU. ARE. NOT. A. FRAUD. Your feelings, your sexuality (even if it’s not 100% defined yet) - they matter. It’s okay to still decide who you are and what you like and if that is indeed bisexual, good for you. You should receive the support you need and deserve. Even if it’s only about looks, not sexual attraction, you’re allowed to explore and not be shamed for it. 

I really hope one of my bisexual followers can chime in on this, maybe talk about their experience (you can send me an anon message if you want, that’s okay). 

What I really want you to take from this is that whatever you’re feeling - it’s okay. It’s normal. You’re not a fraud. And everything you’re feeling matters.

Loads of hugs! <3

anonymous asked:

So I’ve watched Justice League like 4 times and the soundtrack (song) that they use for the credits at the start of the movie is just SO GOOD and it fits the mood.But I think it would honestly fit your series;Heirs,better than Justice league.If you haven’t heard it,I recommend it.Just maybe wait till the end bit of the song cause it’s the best part.Keep up the good work,I’m such a fan of your amazing writing.It’s the highlight of my day😂😂😘

Wait, wait, wait…

You mean the… “Everybody knows” one?

BECAUSE I LOVED IT AND WHEN THE HOMELESS PERSON WAS HOLDING THE “I TRIED” SIGN, IT HIT ME LIKE A FREAKING TRAIN AND I BASICALLY CRIED!

Thank you love! For being here and for the lovely words. <3

New Heirs chapter very soon.

~A.Wölf.

anonymous asked:

You say Joey is not a bad guy. But here's the thing. Being scared of Henry is reasonable, because you have attacked him and he doesn't have the best impression of you right now, but that can be changed. He liked the Bendy in the paper, because he wasn't hostile to him, right? But being scared of making Joey mad, even though you have been on his side all this time, doing what he asks of you? That's a bad sign. Henry seems determined to confront Joey, so maybe he can help you!

Can it be changed? You sound so sure…

I don’t- He’s just…

Hhhhhhhhhh this is so hard.

anonymous asked:

So I feel like my boyfriend is bored of me but idk.... I've talked to him about it and he keeps denying it but I just wanna do something for him just to make him feel good idk

if heloves you e should feel good.. and cometimes pople confuse boardom with what is normal or common… just because you are cofomtorable or fallenin a rouune doesnt mean it is boring. 

i say you enjoy him ad let him enhot you… be togterh and have fun. if he says he isnt boared believe him.

trsut is important… butalso you can ask ifhw wants tochange things up… maybe go on a diferent kind of date night? 

buti think ifyou told him howyou feel and he told you it s fie than it it is likely fien.

all the best

 - eddie

nancy & barb encompass the entire teenage wlw experience with top hits like 

  • “i’m very uncomfortable when my best female friend is intimate with her boyfriend but i can’t properly express why”
  • “i’ve completely lost interest in this boy but i can’t break up with him so i think i’ll just force myself to care”
  • “ew, boys”
  • “maybe if i get super drunk i’ll start caring (whoops)”
  • “i think and talk about my best female friend with more intensity and care than i do my actual boyfriend”
  • “oh are we supposed to be dating now? i’m going to hold u at arm’s length and treat u exactly the same way as ever because in truth i’m uncomfortable with this but i don’t know why”
  • “ha ha relationships with men are supposed to be unsatisfying and tedious, so it’s fine really”
  • “i hate my parents”
What to do when you fell out with your practice

Because I sure as hell needed this post when I did.

1. Realize that it‘s okay. Accept that it happened. Forgive yourself for it.

Maybe life got in the way and you just didn‘t have the time or energy or possibility. Maybe something happened on your path that got you scared, frightened, panicked, or even disgusted so that you had to take a step back and retreat. Maybe your focus simply shifted. Maybe you got bored. Maybe everything just got overwhelming and you weren‘t able to juggle magick and the mundane at the same time. Maybe mental illness got in the way.
No matter what the reason for your fall out was, accept that it happened, forgive yourself for it. Because it‘s okay, life happens in phases, and no matter the reason, how big or how small, it‘s part of your journey and totally fine. These things happen to the best of us, so don‘t blame yourself for it. It really is okay. Pinky promise.

2. Reconnect with your god(s) and/or non-physical friends, if needed.

If you‘re a spirit companion/have spirit friends like me or are devoted to a god or certain deity/ies, your time with them/devotion to them probably fell under the brick as well. If it did, reconnect. I promise chances are they‘ll understand. As I said, life happens, and they know that too. They probably saw what you were going through. Explain what happened to them, apologize, and move on, if they allow it. Just spend more time with them again, greet them good morning and wish them good night again, invite them to join you throughout your day again. I promise, any good relationship will hold, just show that you really are sorry and put in effort to show that you care again. I’m sure they missed you as well so it’s time to make up for the time you lost!

3. Don’t overwhelm and overestimate yourself.

Chances are the longer your fall-out was, the more your “psychic muscles” lost in strength. Your intuition may be a bit more out-of-tune, you may have more trouble hearing/seeing/feeling/sensing spirits and energies. Maybe you have more trouble programing things or adding energy to objects than before. That’s okay! It’s totally fine and normal, just don’t be surprised if it happens and know that with practice you’ll be back to old strength in no time! Until then, start small and work with what you have.

4. Start small, don’t rush it, one step at a time.

Start drawing a daily or weekly card again. Start carrying crystals with you again. Start laying them out under the moon to charge again. Do small rituals like maybe doing some bath magic before you rush head-first into a huge complicated thing again! Again, you don’t want to overwhelm yourself. Also, you want to build a routine again to not risk falling out again.
Some ideas on what to do when building your practice up again:

  • lay crystals, items, water, anything out under the moon/sun to charge 
  • talk to plants
  • draw a daily/weekly card
  • pick a crystal to carry with you throughout the day in the morning
  • say mantras in the morning
  • infuse your tea/coffee with intent
  • send out your energetic sensers when comfortable and at home. slowly but surely
  • meditate. 5 minutes in the evening, 5 minutes in the morning. at least.
  • go for a daily walk at a certain time 
  • look through your grimoire/bos if you have one. write in it again
  • doodle little sigils in your free time
  • and many, many more

5. If needed, make a schedule.

As I said, you may want to build a routine. If those work for you, make a daily or weekly plan. Look up transits and check when you have time, then create your own magical schedule. If need be, set some reminders on your phone. Just try to be disciplined about it for a while so that you get back into your practice smoothly!

6. Reinvent your craft.

You probably changed since you last practiced, or maybe there was a reason IN your practice that caused the fall-out. If so, identify what it was. Reflect on yourself, your practice, your life. How can you make everything run together more smoothly? Maybe you want to focus more on the mundane than the spiritual, and if so that’s totally fine. Adapt your practice in a way that fits and feels good, it’s all yours so feel free to do whatever you want! Maybe you want to shift the focus IN your practice, or maybe you want to stop doing something, maybe start doing something else (instead). 

(Optional) 7. Talk to others. 

Sometimes it is so, so hard to not feel incredibly bad and like you fucked yourself or your life or your relationships up when this happens (and not just in relation to magic but other things as well). Please know that you’re not alone on this and if your own up-lifting thoughts and words are not enough, seek validation outside. I promise that’s not a selfish or vain thing to do, it’s natural and human and you deserve to be told that you’re doing just fine. Go to a trusted friend, family member, maybe blogger, anyone. If you want, you can always come to me. Talk to someone about how things are going now, talk to them about the things you just did to make yourself feel good about doing this. 


💗 No matter what, it’s all good. I promise. These things just happen and there is no reason to blame yourself - please take good care of yourself and know that you come first - magic and everything else second. 
I hope this was useful to some, I know it helped me as I’m just getting out of a fall-out, too. I hope you all have a magical day~! 💗

“You know how when you see a group of geese in a field, and there’s always one with its head up, looking around? That’s me. I was always afraid. Just anxious. It’s like my mind was a heat-seeking missile, always honing in on what could possibly go wrong. My first daughter got the brunt of it. I was so worried about everything. Her first plane ride. Her first day of school. Her first sleepover. I thought if I anticipated every little thing that might go wrong, then maybe I could fend things off. But that’s never possible. Things will always go wrong. The best you can do is give your kids self-confidence. But I’m afraid I passed on my anxiety instead. Because when Mom is always afraid of the world, the world becomes something to fear.”

“So which of us is going to change their name?” Harry asks one night, smiling as though it’s a joke, a secret, undressed and glowing against the white sheets on their bed.

(They’ve been engaged for four days. Draco asked; after dinner one night and almost by accident, because he never could shake the feeling that Harry might pull someone better out of thin air, on a whim, move into an apartment in Westminster with a rich banker, an artist, someone who’d never broken his nose or hated him deeply or tried to kill him.)

(Draco sometimes thinks: he’s so stupid for this and how could he love me and maybe something’s gone awfully wrong and my whole life is just some eighth-year post-war fever dream and I’m going to wake up any second in my bed in the dorms.)

It’s not a joke, Draco doesn’t think. And it’s not a dream, either.

“Me, obviously,” he replies seriously, rolls his eyes a bit. A long time ago the answer would have been different. They both know it.

Harry frowns, just a little. “Yeah?” he asks. “You don’t want to keep your name?” he says, and even though he’s making it sound like a question, it isn’t really a question.

Draco looks at him and thinks about Harry with his name, and how it would sound in his mouth. Malfoy. Years and years and years of history in those two syllables, most of it awful. It was his father’s name, and his grandfather’s name, and once it would have been the name he gave to his children.

“Not particularly,” Draco says, and kisses Harry’s bare, brown shoulder, because it’s there and because he feels like it. Then he amends himself. “Not at all actually, not in the slightest.”

Draco feels sick at the thought of Harry having to go anywhere near it. The Malfoy name doesn’t deserve a person like Harry. He’s done more good things in his short life than have occurred in the entire history of Draco’s family, probably.

They’re both silent for a moment. “You just want to be a Potter,” Harry says lightly, instead of any number of other things, and Draco is abruptly grateful for him. He’d probably die if Harry decided to leave him for a banker, even though that prospect is looking less and less likely as the years pass.

“Yes,” he says instead, helplessly, helpless to deny it. “I’d like to be a Potter.” Because it’s your name.

And it almost hurts, baring himself, until Harry grins at the ceiling like that’s the best thing he’s ever heard. And maybe it is. 

Draco says it again, just in case.

it’s okay, i guess, i mean, i think they’re my friends, maybe. sometimes they say they are. they invite me to things. they’re never mean to me. but i feel like we talk about shallow things. i feel like they if they knew me deeper they’d go running. i feel like they’re all best friends with each other and i just show up. like i’m not on the inside but i don’t want to leave because then i’d really be outside of things. and maybe the worst is that if i stopped coming they maybe wouldn’t notice a change in me. and that would suck worse, i think.

anonymous asked:

Michael.. Sorry for the sensitive question, but why do you think player 1 left/ignored you?

I… I don’t know. I thought everything was fine, really. 

But when senior year started…

We just didn’t talk anymore. And it was weird because… You don’t go from how we were, especially that summer, to… that overnight. 

So, after a while of being tired of waiting, I… decided to take the initiative and tried to find out what was going on. 

….I really did try my best. I didn’t hear from him after so long, and it felt… odd. Unnatural, even. It was unsettling and I just couldn’t stand it.

For a while, I thought I did something wrong, but I didn’t know what it could be. I thought, maybe, he just needed some time alone and I wanted to respect that. 

But… to be honest, I was worried for him. It was just countless nights of endless thoughts and no sleep.

And even when I tried asking around, no one said anything. It was like everyone thought everything was normal!

Like nothing had changed, except…

…me.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME APPRECIATION POST.

have I ever mentioned how much I love Iwaizumi Hajime? I think I have but I’ll say it again,

I L O V E I W A I Z U M I H A J I M E, AND I HAVE A WHOLE LONG LIST OF REASONS WHY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

he’s so precious, so pure, a cinnamon roll, an angel, an inspiration, an amazing ace, a great friend, an insanely adorable child, the actual epitome of perfection.

He loves agedashi tofu, Godzilla, his friends, volleyball. He’s just so pure. I mean, this precious child has patches and shirts of his favourite movie character, he is athletic, the best senpai, a huge dork and a total sweetheart.

Do you remember that one time he found a fish with the same name as Oikawa and he was so proud? Or that other time he said he would always release the cicadas he caught as a kid because he felt bad for them? Or maybe that he is the only one Kentarou listens to because the younger has nothing but respect and admiration for this pure smol bean?

All this boy wishes for is to grow a little taller than his peers, especially his best friend. He is the arm-wrestling champion in Seijou, a little silly nugget who likes rolling his sleeves or stuffing his mouth with food. He lets Makki and Mattsun ruffle his hair when he helped scored a point, teases Oikawa jokingly but no doubt acts as his pillar and emotional support too. (Vice-versa)

He tells his best friend the team with the better six is stronger. He tells his Kouhai that it won’t matter if their team doesn’t win. He assures his Kouhais, his teammates, his friends, he keeps the team together, supports everyone.

It breaks my heart to think that he would question himself for not being good enough, for questioning his position in the team even when he was the one putting it out there that the team with the better six is stronger.

He deserves the entire world, he deserves everything, he deserves to be proud of what he has become.


IWAIZUMI HAJIME DESERVES TO THINK THAT HE IS GOOD ENOUGH AND HE SHOULDN’T QUESTION HIS ROLE AS ACE BECAUSE HE IS SO FUCKING AMAZING AND THAT HE TRIED HIS HARDEST.

I’m sorry but I love him so incredibly much, I would sell my soul to see him happy.

So if any of you ever write, draw, describe him as an abusive person or friend, you clearly do not understand this amazing character at all.

I’ll personally fite you if you ever dare say it cause I will fight a bitch.

tygermama  asked:

AU - The Jedi say "The Padawan Chooses The Master" Qui Gon lives, Obi Wan is very preoccupied, and Anakin is put into the creche as an Initiate to learn what he can until Qui Gon wakes up from his coma and gets yelled at by the Council. In the meantime, Anakin meets other Jedi Masters and when the Council asks him who he wants to be his teacher, his answer isn't Qui Gon. Instead it's *insert your fav Jedi here*

My Friend, I both hate you and love you for this prompt. Because I am so very very torn. But let me give it a go.

Naboo is a debacle. No one debates that. Qui-Gon Jinn comes back to the Temple barely alive, accompanied by his Padawan - the first Jedi in a millenia to have slain a Sith - and the powerful young boy they found on Tatooine.

At first they wait - while Obi-Wan Kenobi is considered more than deserving of Knighthood, they hold out hope that Qui-Gon will wake and perform the ceremony himself, and take Anakin on as he originally intended. It is not to be.

Obi-Wan is knighted and sent off on missions, Anakin remains in the creche - as Qui-Gon lives, it seems presumptuous to have any other Jedi take him on. But Qui-Gon may never wake, and so the more senior Masters take it upon themselves to get a feel for the too-powerful boy. Just in case.

Months later, Qui-Gon wakes.

He is in no shape to do anything more than argue with the council, but he is awake. Still, the matter of Anakin Skywalker is put off a little longer, until Qui-Gon is in a better position health wise. Besides, while he is not completely at ease in the ranks of the initiates, Skywalker has settled in somewhat - it will do no harm to wait a little longer. And it also gives some of them a bit more time to try an mitigate Jinn’s eventual bad influence.

A year after Naboo, the council requests the presence of Initiate Skywalker. The boy who faces them is so very similar and yet so very different from the child they interviewed a year earlier. Still far from emotionally balanced, but much less fearful. After all, by this stage he knows them all somewhat, and he has begun to accept that he is not going to be turned out - over the last year it has become very apparent that he cannot remain untrained, and as such the Creche Master had taken the time to explain the notion of a Padawan accepting a Master.

(They will never know how how much that notion affects Anakin. Because what slave chooses their own Master?)

And so they ask him. “Who would he choose as his Master?”

And Anakin is torn. Because this is a huge decision, and he knows it. Never before has he had the power to CHOOSE. He has to do this right. Qui-Gon Jinn freed him and brought him to the Temple. He is Anakin’s hero. It would make sense to accept him. And yet… What of the other Masters?

What about Master Billaba, who so patiently walked him through the First Forms when he worried about being so far behind his classmates? Or maybe Master Fisto, who laughs and smiles and pats him on the head and tells him not to worry, he will get the trick in time - has he considered a moving meditation, like this? Or even Master Windu, who is stern and forbidding, but UNDERSTANDS the anger that coils in his chest? And Master Koon - he’s kind and an absolutely WIZARD pilot. What should he do?

But Anakin Skywalker is a child of the Force. And all of the Masters he has encountered over the last year have told him the same thing. So he reaches out and…

The council watches as the boy raises his head and looks up at them with an unassailable sense of certainty. 

“I’m sorry Masters, but I can’t choose. Not yet. It’s not the right time.”

And it takes everything in him not to back down in the face of Qui-Gon’s sadness and the Council’s impatience, but Anakin stands firm.

The Force is speaking to him. Loud and clear.

“Not Now.”

In the end it is Yoda who breaks up the raucous arguments with a few firm taps of his gimmer stick. If the Force tells young Skywalker that now is not the time then so be it. The boy is still younger than the average new padawan, and still has some catching up to do. There is no hurry. Let him remain in the creche they shall, until the time is right.

And so they do. Except Anakin’s little demonstration along with the general increased interaction during Qui-Gon’s convalescence means that several of the Council members are seriously considering the merits of taking him on themselves. And Qui-Gon? He is determined to regain little Ani’s regard.

You can imagine the result. Anakin Skywalker becomes the envy of his classmates, as multiple senior masters court him to be their padawan. Plo Koon in particular seems to take great delight in tweaking Qui-Gon’s ire by allowing Anakin to learn to pilot the Temple ships, and Mace has spent a lot of time showing Anakin how to control his darker impulses. Kit sneaks him sweets but both he and Depa have the suspicion that they are not seriously in contention. Ironically all the attention has done wonders for his attachment issues.

Still, every time he is asked if he is ready to take a Master, Anakin will close his eyes and reach into the Force, before saying. “No. Not yet.”

Incidentally, his lack of Master has very much impeded the Chancellor’s efforts to spend time with the boy alone. After all, a Padawan is very different from an Initiate from a Jedi perspective - one is considered a semi-adult capable of assisting in basic mission duties while the other is not. The Chancellor may be their direct superior, but even he cannot order them to facilitate private audiences with a CHILD under their care. For now, he must make to with infrequent and supervised visits in which he must take care not to overstep the role of a genial man interested in the welfare of the child who saved his planet.

It infuriates him.

But anyway.

Time passes, and Anakin’s classmates start to dwindle, as they are either apprenticed (Anakin feels smug at having facilitated one of two of the matches - having Knights and Masters watching him keenly means he can try and push others in direction the Force suggests) or drawn towards alternate pathways. Anakin is nearing thirteen years of age, and he knows the time for a decision is coming soon.

But there are things he needs to make sure are in place first. Luckily, he knows who to speak to about that.

“Time then, it is, Young Skywalker?”

“Yes Master Yoda.”

“Hmm. Certain, you are?”

“Yes Master Yoda.”

“Good. Done well, you have, to follow the Force in this. Who is it, you have chosen?” 

Anakin tells him.

And the old Jedi starts cackling.

It is not long after that Anakin Skywalker stands before a large crowd of Knights and Masters (Because this? The apprenticeship of Initiate Skywalker? This is going to be the thing of temple legends and  NO ONE wants to miss out.) and asked who he would take as his master.

And Anakin Skywalker looks his choice straight in the eye as he speaks their name.

Obi-Wan Kenobi nearly faints there and then.

.

Let’s take a step back. 

When Obi-Wan Kenobi first accompanied his comatose Master back to the Temple, he had been consumed by their last conversation. The one in which he had promised Qui-Gon to train the boy. Except, those were obviously the words of a man who thought himself dying, and Qui-Gon still LIVED. When the council decides to put Anakin into the creche until things are more certain, Obi-Wan is so RELIEVED. Because while he would if he had to, Obi-Wan doesn’t feel READY to take a padawan just yet, not while he is still processing the end of his own apprenticeship, and Anakin is meant for Master Qui-Gon - Obi-Wan would never wish to steal that role while the possibility remains that the man will wake one day.

Still, he made a promise. And there are many ways to teach.

So Obi-Wan makes an effort to check in on Ani, make sure he’s settling in ok. It’s a big culture shock for the boy from Tatooine, and Obi-Wan does his best to help explain some of the things Temple raised initiates take for granted. Anakin’s  glee when he finally gets the hang of something is infectious, and Obi-Wan finds himself enjoying the time they spend together. 

When he starts taking missions as a Knight, Obi-Wan makes the effort to farewell Anakin every time he leaves, and if he can, brings him back some toy or trinket from wherever he ends up. Nothing major, but Anakin has often expressed his desire to visit every world in the galaxy one day, and he gets so excited even if all Obi-Wan has to show him is a rock he found while running for his life from upset dignitaries…

Obi-Wan thought his missions might be less exciting now he wasn’t partnered with the most infuriating diplomat in the Order. He was wrong.

When the Masters begin paying more attention to Anakin it is Obi-Wan he contacts for reassurance he is doing the right thing. After all he is listening to the Force, but what if he’s listening wrong? And Obi-Wan tells him he’s doing fine, to follow his instincts, and sorry he has to go now due to potential pirates, but maybe to take time with each of them to work out how well they connect, just in case the Force changes its mind? And it is Obi-Wan who tells him he should just confess about the incident with the door chimes, and reassures him that no one will hate him over the accident with the speeder. 

As time goes on, Obi-Wan becomes known in the Temple as the BEST source of information on the Skywalker Situation, because he has THE most up to date gossip on what Masters Jinn and Windu have decided to challenge each other with this time, or which Knight has decided to throw their hat into the ring most recently, only to find the kid too much to deal with. Obi-Wan finds himself feeling a little protective over Anakin, rolling his eyes at the latest stuff up on the part of Ani’s potential masters, and during one of his morning meditations he comes to the startling realisation that he is well and truly Attached to his young friend.

Well then.

So of course when it comes time for Anakin to make his final decision, Obi-Wan Kenobi puts on his best face and mentally tries to work out which master will have the honour of training the Chosen One. The selfish part of him hopes it’s not Qui-Gon. He adores his former Master, but time has convinced him that he would be a poor match for Anakin. And he wants what is best for the boy. 

Maybe once Anakin is safely matched to a Master of his own Obi-Wan might consider the merits of a Padawan himself. Certainly he is feeling a lot more confident in his skills that he was a few years earlier…

But then Anakin gives his name.

His.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

So many faces are turned to face them and he can feel them all asking “Why him?” and he doesnt have an answer and…

Anakin is looking at him. Waiting. For his response.

His heart gives him his answer, but he has to be SURE this is the boy’s decision.

“Why now Anakin?”

And Anakin smiles, bright and sure.

“Because you weren’t ready before.”

Oh.

Obi-Wan Kenobi laughs then, in joyous wonder and kneels to look the boy (his student!) in the eye.

“In that case, Anakin Skywalker, I would be honoured to be your Master, if you would agree to become my Padawan.”

And the Force sings.

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I hope you’re not too disappointed! I was tempted to write a Plo Koon is Anakin’s Master AU, but in my heart of hearts, I just can’t keep the Team separated! :)

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MY LA SECRET SESSION EXPERIENCE!

Background:

So Taylor’s been following me for over 2 years now and she’s showed up for me somewhat regularly ever since she followed me which I’m incredibly grateful for (like INCREDIBLY). When she did secret sessions last era, I didn’t even have a fan account for anything and I got all the news off insta and my best friends in real life @thislove-brittany and @thosegeorgiastars13 when we would come into school and talk about how some extremely lucky fans got to go into her home and hang with her for hours on end. At that point we all almost had to laugh because we live in Australia and we weren’t known AT ALL by Taylor and we just told ourselves it was such a far fetched dream it was ridiculous… Fast forward a few months later that next year in 2015, when Taylor followed me – I believe to this day she saw a photo of B, G and I posing as Bad Blood characters, and she followed me from that. So basically the first memory I have of Taylor acknowledging my existence was shared with my 2 best friends, but let me now continue with the story….

 On the 1st of January this year, I wrote this post: 

About 4 weeks ago, things at uni went downhill and I had quite literally hit rock bottom in terms of my stress and my future regarding uni. At the same sort of time Taylor had started joining people’s livestreams but she would do so between the hours of 3-7am Australian time so I just kept waking up to her lurking people and watching their lives while I had zero chances in the first place and it was there and then that I thought to myself ‘I’m never meeting her, I have negative hope that I’ll ever meet Taylor” and basically I spent a few days not logging in very much because I was so upset about everything and just didn’t want to bother. But then I started having so many fun events like friends and family birthday parties over those next few weekends and life felt a bit better. During one of those weeks, Taylor had seen 2 or 3 of my tumblr posts where I complimented people’s selfies and it hit me then that good things were still coming and that she still probably maybe had her eye on me (but it was still just wishful thinking). Then London SS happened and my best friend from England, Katy aka @ethereal-swiftness ended up meeting T and I’d sent her an ask about keeping the secret and Taylor saw that a day later and once again I really started to feel things again and it was almost as if right then I knew something was coming for me – like I just knew.

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Wanted to do this for a couple of days, but ofc I got distracted bc of the Shangri La in Canada Vancouver concert the other day :DDDDD so heckING STOKED anyways lol this is dedicated especially to @alltaetae who kinda gave me the idea for this! Hope it helps you hun 💞💞

I’ve been studying Korean independently for 5 years now–taught myself everything I know, with a bit of help from Rosetta Stone. (it helped with grammar but lawd its such a pain in the ass to use.) Mostly it was K-pop (of course) and a lot of trial and error. And I just love the language–especially the script–because it’s so unique and of course a complete 180 from the same boring latin script I’ve been stuck using for the past 16 years…and I wanted to share it with those kpop fans out there who really want to read Korean even if only a little. Even if you just want to at least see what the Korean title of Got7’s newest comeback is, (because 90% of the time the titles are completely different in English) or maybe you really want to get into the language more but you dont know where to start. Hands down, learning the script first is the best way to go. It’s also the easiest. Hangeul is actually one of the easiest written languages to learn in the world! So why not give it a try? My pics here aren’t super fancy or anything but I hope they are of use to some of you. ❤ I can also update them or add more if I left something out or made a mistake. I am NOT a fluent Korean speaker (or a Korean, for that matter), I am simply sharing my love for the language with the masses!

If you want to, you can post your korean words in the reply thingies here and I can mark them! 😊😊 (totally optional.)
Also, the words are written exactly as they would be in Hangeul, which is my some of them might look a little weird lol. Their consonants are actually a lot rougher than ours, so while we might write it as Kimchi with a K, they’re over there pronouncing it with a G, even though it sounds like a K. Yeah. Their consonants literally have no chill. 😂😂

Anywaayss~~ hope this is helpful to someone!! Have a fantastic day, everyone, and Happy Halloween!! 🎃 🎃 🎃

We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

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Don’t care if it Hurts: pt.1

(Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 2

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, eventual hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, eventual smut. 

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: Hey guys I know it’s been a while! sorry I’ve been a bit swamped with personal shit and work and school. This is based on an AU that I wrote posted Here - BUT DO NOT READ THAT UNLESS YOU WANT SOME SPOILERS, this is just going to be a more detailed version of that, however, there will be some differences in the ending. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Joon I swear I’m fine.” You said as you watched your brother pace back and forth in his lavish study. There were ware lines on the carpet in the pattern of his track- and you wonder how many hours he’s spent total worrying and pacing in this room. Your thighs suck uncomfortably to the leather sofa- though not because you were sweaty. Your own blood stained your clothes and dripped steadily down your body onto the sofa and the red carpet.  Your brother’s medic and second, Seokjin sat to your left-  delicately suturing and bandaging your arm as gently as he could.

The flat screen TV buzzed softly against the wall,  “Unknown shooter at Coex plaza- none known injured, the story at midnight,” a news castor said. No one injured- accept for you, but the media didn’t know that and never would. Namjoon had already had someone steal the surveillance tapes to hide your identity and You both knew that you were the assassin’s only target.

They hadn’t been successful- all you had to show was a graze from a single bullet- deep but to be honest it hurt less then it should have. Probably because you were a little hopped up on painkillers; you could barely feel Seokjin’s needle as he sutured your arm closed.

He sat next to you- his medical kit spread around you- his head down waiting for your brother- his boss’s wrath to be turned towards him. “It is not fine y/n and don’t you dare try to say it is.” Your brother dragged his hands through his silver hair. “Why didn’t you notice them following you sooner?” Namjoon directed at Jin quietly. His anger barely leashed.

It was Seokjin’s job to protect you whenever you left the gang compound, and today you had gone shopping in Seoul’s busiest mall: Coex plaza. The only thing stopping Namjoon from throttling Jin was the fact that Jin had practically been raised as your second brother. Jin’s father had been your fathers second, like Namjoon, he had inherited the position. 

The shot had rung out just as you turned and by some luck, the bullet had hit your arm and not your chest. It wasn’t the first time someone had made an attempt on your life- and to be honest- the members of Namjoon’s inner circle had gotten much worse in recent past.

Taehyung was currently resting up in an actual hospital after the idiot decided to jump from a bridge in an effort to evade a rival gang- which had worked- but left him with a broken wrist and several broken ribs.

“It’s not his fault- you wouldn’t have been able to pick the shooter out of a crowd that large either.” You argued, coming to Jin’s rescue.

“You’re right- I wouldn’t have let you go in the first place.” You swallowed, meeting your brothers’ glare with a look equally as stalwart.

“Try that next time and you’ll see how well it works out,” you threatened as Seokjin started to wrap your arm with gauze. Even Seokjin flinched at your words.

“Y/n” Seokjin warned, but Namjoon held up a hand to silence him. You where the only one who could talk to Namjoon that way. You were each other’s only family left. Your parents long since killed because of your father’s business- a business which Namjoon had inherited as the oldest.

your brother was the leader of the largest mafia in Seoul- Bangtan. Bangtan had started as just a gang lead by your father and had grown under Namjoon’s intellect. Now it was something that had never been seen before in South Korea- with a territory that consumed half the city and ears all the way to Busan. But just because he was the kingpin didn’t mean he didn’t have enemies- quiet the opposite. Today’s attempt on your life was just one of many that had haunted you both in the last year.

One of the other gangs- the royal sevens, had been trying to take away your brother’s power since the first day he had taken the throne- them along with your rivals- the X’s. We’re giving you more than a few headaches.

A gang war was brewing; everyone knew it. The evidence was clear in the bags under Namjoon’s eyes. And you wondered how many days it had been since he had gotten a good nights sleep. And with Taehyung out of commission momentarily, and the members of his inner circle reduced to 4- Jin could be spared even less frequently to take you too and from your college classes and you couldn’t leave the compound unsupervised.

“What do you expect me to do y/n? Don’t you realize how much it hurts me too see you hurt because of me? You won’t stay where we can keep you safe and you won’t let me send you out of the city so what do you want me to do?”

“I’m not leaving, Namjoon.” your voice was thick with emotion, the words barely a whisper. Namjoon leveled you with a dangerous look, his eyes flashing, in anger and confliction. 

Namjoon turned to Seokjin “leave.” He commanded. Seokjin was quick to exit the office- giving you a thankful look as he closed the door behind him.

Namjoon sat down next to you, ignoring your blood that stained his expensive slacks- someone would be in to clean his study later. It wasn’t the first time blood had been removed from the walls or the floor.

Namjoon probably had 5 other pairs of slacks exactly like those- but because you where his sister- his pride and joy- the sight unnerved him. He took your arm gently- letting you flex it this way and that and establishing whether or not there was any lasting damage- there wasn’t- you could tell it wasn’t deep.

“Well find a solution, I promise, I just want you to have a normal life.”

“I don’t want a normal life if you’re not in it,” you said softly. Your love for your brother was deep- after all, he had practically raised you after your parents died. “Is the solution a war?” You asked quietly , he signed.

“We won’t know that until one starts and ends.”

“I don’t want there to be a war,” you said even softer.

“I know- but it’s likely unavoidable.” You both knew that the only way to survive a war was to come out on top. The last one had happened when you where just a child- Namjoon was nearly a decade older than you-you barely 7 when your parents were killed- and Namjoon just a young man when he had come into power. You had both survived the gang war- but only barely, you still had the small scars on your palms from the night your parents died. You shivered at the memory.

“If you would only go to school in Busan- we could transfer you to another college- one just as good- and there you’d be safer- now wouldn’t be a terrible time for you to study abroad either- America is nearly as safe-”

“My English is terrible and you know it.” Namjoon grinned- fondly recalling the memory of him trying to teach you when you were in middle school- and how badly that had gone.

“I need you safe y/n. please- if we can’t find a solution just think about it.”

You swallowed, letting your head rest on your brother’s shoulder. “Alright.” You said letting sleep and the painkillers pull you down. He picked you up from the couch careful not to brush your arm and took you to your bedroom, tucking you into bed like he used to when you were a child.

But you weren’t a child anymore- and hadn’t been in a while. Soon he knew you would want something more then the claustrophobic life he had to offer you- a life that would land you in an early grave if he didn’t fix the world around you and make it safer.

Namjoon pressed a kiss to the top of your head. For you, he would do anything- even if it meant burning down the current world to forge a new one.


Jimin pressed his bleeding knuckles to the cold dirty concrete of his cell. He was torn between keeping his cuts clean and soothing his bruised hands and body- but at the moment the need for comfort was greater than his need to feel safe. If dirt got in his knuckles there was a chance they could get infected- and a chance that his punches would be slower.

His master wanted his only drive to be to keep his strong hybrid body alive- but after tonight he was simultaneously lit with pride and also couldn’t find it in him to care that he was endangering his wellbeing.

Jimin couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been fighting- or been training for fighting. Before he had come to live with his current master he had spent his adolescence learning to fight- and it seemed today- today had been the culmination of those efforts and the point of his entire life.

The kennels where he and his kind where kept smelled like blood, sweat, fear, and adrenaline. His usual kennel mate was missing- maybe he was being punished- maybe he had died in tonight’s fight ( it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened). Jimin had never learned his name. It wasn’t worth it- not when it was likely that his master would force Jimin to fight and maybe kill the hybrid later. None of the hybrids talked to each other because doing so was usually grounds for punishment.

Until today he had been just another one of the many hybrids apart of the underground fighting ring. His master was one of the more notable ones, out of his kennels came the best fighters- and every hybrid, master, and ringleader knew it. Every weekend his master would take his few best fighters to the fighting rings and every week Jimin would win- earning his master more money than seemed legal- of course, Jimin knew that none of it was. Then he would spend the next week recovering and training.

Only to go through it all again next week.

Jimin had never lost a fight against another hybrid or human (though he didn’t fight humans often- and only when his master told him too). And tonight he had finally beat the reigning champion-a wolf hybrid named Taeyang. Who had held the title for nearly 2 years.

But it hadn’t felt good to defeat him- to outsmart him, it never did.

Jimin was already the underdog in the fight- he was purebred German Shepard, and therefore was physically smaller than the lumbering Taeyang. But where he had lacked in strength he had made up for in speed and intelligence. Jimin had thought it through all week, knowing he’d have to run Yang ragged to stand a chance. Jimin had only stopped before killing him because his master had commanded he stop after the ringleader declared the fight won by Jimin.

Jimin was the only one left standing. And as much as he hated it- as much as he felt pity for Taeyang- who was knocked out but barely breathing- relief clung to his bones. He had survived another week. Survived another fight.

The hundred or so humans around the fighting ring shouted- some in dismay and others in joy. He wondered how much money had been bet on him tonight. Some of the people shouted at Jimin to kill his opponent and establish himself as the alpha.

Every person in the hall was shouting for him to finish the job except for 4 people; the ringleader, Jimin, Jimin’s master and one lone man, standing on scaffolding above them.

His glasses where the only thing that Jimin could see in any real detail- along with cold appraising golden brown eyes. As a hybrid- Jimin’s sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing where exceptionally good- and as a purebred Jimin’s senses were even better than that. This man’s scent was different- lighter somehow. With a lingering note of whiskey, gunpowder, and blood- a woman’s blood- and her scent that wrapped around his like a blanket.  

Jimin was a killer- and had been made into one by the people who owned him. But still, the smell of the man made his blood go cold. Even as he walked away from the rancorous display; Jimin tracked him with his eyes, shivering at the feel of the man.

Then he had been brought back here to collapse onto the cold ground, Tired- the aftereffects of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Someone stepped in front of his cell door and opened it with a bang that would have made anyone else flinch. One of his master’s men gestured for him to come out- Jimin did so slowly and gently, careful to keep his head down. He refused to let himself limp- though Taeyang had caught him in his ribs. Any sign of weakness or disrespect could be enough to get a beating.

In his time training, Jimin had been beaten many times- for tripping- for not punching correctly- even once for asking for water. But years of it had made him perfectly obedient.  He had been rewarded before too- with water and food, with new clothes and blankets or even showers. Which were cold things- but the only way he could clean wounds.

Jimin prized showers overall- and if the other hybrids had asked him- he would have told them that it was the secret to his success- making sure his body was clean. But most of the others of his kind were terrified of him. A fact that left a heavy feeling in his heart and a sour taste in his mouth.

His masters quarters where paneled with a dark wood. A large circular couch and a full bar with alcohol that stung Jimin’s nose- even so; the smell of the dark man hit him like a car. And Jimin flinched when he smelled it.

“Ah, there you are! My prized fighter” his master exclaimed from where he sat- a human woman on his arm and a drink in his hand. Jimin lifted his eyes tentatively towards the newcomer. The man was surprisingly Attractive, tall and broad-shouldered, with silver hair that was shaved on the sides. His nondescript black clothes hung on him in the same way that his masters did- tailored in a way that let the viewer know they where expensive. His face was even- blank like a painting but he appraised Jimin with an almost sterile air, the same way someone would look at a knife.  

“I see you’ve noticed monster,” his master said, grinning and gesturing with a finger towards the other man. Monster- an apt name. His master turned towards the monster. “Tell me again why I’ve let you convince me to sell you my most prized fighter before I’ve had a chance to breed him?”

At the notion of breeding Jimin recoiled, a cold shiver sent down his back. The thought of doing that with anyone was nearly unthinkable. But then there where the other words. Sell? His master was selling him.

“Because you owe me a favor Jay,” Monster said with a slight smile playing on his lips that Jimin didn’t believe was genuine for a second, “and because you love money more than you love your hybrids.”  Jimin must have made a noise because all of them turned to him.

“Spit it out dog.” His master commanded harshly.

“Sell?” Jimin asked quietly. His master laughed.

“Your performance tonight attracted his attention- and now monster wants you for his own- so tonight you’ll go with him. He’s your new master.”

Jimin felt like the world had been pulled out from under him. Go with that man? Leave the kennels where he had practically grown up? Was this punishment? But he had done so well tonight- he had thought tonight would be the night everything changed for the better, but as Monster- as his new master smiled at him, showing his teeth, Jimin couldn’t help but think that things had changed for the worse.

The early morning light stunned Jimin as he stepped out of the kennels. He had only seen daylight a few times in his life, and this cold grayness made him shiver. A long black car was waiting for them- and the driver was waiting, door open, for his new master to get in.

Jimin hurried after him- careful to stay on the other side of his car. Jimin practically pressed his face into the window. The city, which was usually dark and punctuated by neon lights was soft and yellow-grey. A few sleepy people walking as the car drove at a leisurely pace.

Jimin’s tail wagged excitedly once against the leather, and startled, he grabbed it to make it stop, only to find his new master watching him. Jimin flinched, expecting to be hit for the annoying action, but His master only signed, Jimin hung his head preparing to be beaten. But when he spoke monsters voice was even- without anger.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve bought you,” he said sternly. “but before we get to that tell me; Did you like fighting?” Jimin looked up startled by the question, the monster didn’t shout at him to answer as he digested his words only waited patiently.

“Never,” Jimin answered. His hands- his knuckles still split and dirty, tightening on his knees. “Not once. It was only a way to survive.”

“then I’m sorry to have to ask you to do it again,” His master pulled out his wallet, and then a photograph, he held it out to Jimin.

It was a photograph, of a smiling girl a little younger than Jimin probably. With y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes that sparkled with happiness and joy like Jimin had never seen. All Jimin had was a photograph of you and he could already tell you where beautiful. Jimin turned to look at monster apprehensively.

“What do you want me to do to her.” his new master turned to the window, the rising sun turning his hair a light orange.

“I want you to protect her.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Every Breath You Take

Originally posted by the-loving-twin

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve went at Snow Ball and the latter ended up admitting something

Word count: 1.520

Posted: 12th of November 2017

A/N: Heeey guys! It is my first imagine of Dad Steve! I didn’t know how to end this and I think that it’s horrible. Please let me know what you think about it and tell me if you’d still like to read some Steve imagines.

Thank you, guys! Pardon me if it sucks.

- G. x


“Henderson, you’re such a creep!” The annoying and deep voice of your best friend suddenly woke you up and broke your profound and depressing thoughts. You hated him for stopping you, but you silently thanked him too, since you were just being a masochist because of them.

“Just go away, Steve!” You bitterly pushed him away, still not detaching your eyes from the couple that you were observing. It was your habit to push people away when you were not feeling well, but Steve never left you, he has always stayed by your side and he would never leave until you felt better.

“Can I, please, have this dance?” He hard-headedly insisted as he put his hand out, trying to reach for yours. You let out a small and vexed groan, but you still grabbed his hand, meaning that you accepted the gentleman’s proposal. He was your best friend, after all, and he didn’t deserve to be treated like a trash.

It was your school’s Snow Ball and you really planned to stay at home at first, but your brother, Dustin, forced you to come with him and Steve. He spent months to convince you and he never gave up. He was willing to have a positive response from you that sometimes he would even bribe you with flowers or your favourite chocolate bar. In the end, you just promised him that you would go, not because you wanted to, but because you were tired of Dustin’s endless stupid reasons and motivations.

“You still love him, don’t you?” Steve downheartedly asked as he noticed that you were still searching for someone else’s gaze. You shot him a confused look as your bodies both swayed to the rhythm of the music.

“Huh?” You managed to consider his hazel coloured eyes, nevertheless the poor lighting in the room. You diminished the space between the two of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you perfectly know what I am talking about.” He simply stated while a cheeky grin formed on his face. You unleashed a heavy sigh as you brutally slapped his chest with your hand. “Jonathan.”

“I just need a closure, Steve.” You then seriously told him as you looked at him once again, now standing properly. You focused your attention to your best friend as you stopped worrying about your ex-boyfriend.

“Closure?” He curiously asked. He knew how sad you got when your topic was about Jonathan. You loved the boy so much, that you still couldn’t accept the fact that he left you for someone else. “It has been two months.”

“Steve, he just stopped talking to me. He never told me that the relationship was over, I just busted him kissing Nancy.” You explained for a thousand time now. Of course, he knew what happened: he was there and he busted Nancy too.

“I know, (Y/N).” He nodded. “But you would never get a closure if you just keep on stalking him. Did you know that? Your brother also told me that you once followed them at the Wheeler’s house.” He playfully mocked you as he revealed your secrets.

“Oh, what?! You’re best friends with Dustin now?” You sarcastically asked him as you detested your brother for having a loud and uncontrollable mouth. You got it that he was cute and irresistible, but he should learn how to keep the secrets that only him knew.

“Well, can’t the Hendersons be my best friend?” He smirked to annoy you. You once asked yourself how could Steve manage his relationship with Dustin and his friends. He used to hate kids the year before, but then suddenly became their dad, their babysitter.

Well, it wasn’t hard to deal with Steve. Before you created your bond together, you have always judged him as the stupid one, being the stereotypical annoying jock and bully. You even hated him for a short period of time, because he punched Jonathan for his jealousy. In the end, your bond became stronger as soon as Jonathan left you for Nancy and Nancy left him for Jonathan. You understood each other as you were both wearing the same shoes, having your hearts severely and violently crushed.

“Oh, listen to the song!” He naughtily exclaimed as soon as he heard the beat of the next song. You shook your thoughts away and you gave him a death glare.

“I hate you, Steve.” You whispered, noticing that the song was Every Breath You Take by The Police. It was a nice and catchy song, but also a creepy one as it was about an obsessive stalker.

“No, wait.” He seriously halted you as you didn’t catch what he meant to say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m done with your stupid lies, Harrington.” You slowly pushed him away, breaking the physical contact that you were having. You let your arms fall on your sides, quickly walking away from the boy.

Your school’s gym wasn’t that big and it was even too crowded. It was hard to run away from Steve as the kids were dancing with their partners. They seemed so happy as they swayed to the song’s tempo.

“Oh, can’t you see?” He sang as soon as he reached for your arm. He gently stopped you from walking by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, sweetly whispering something in your ear.  “You belong to me.”

“Stop it, Steve!” His hot breath hit your cold and soft skin, sending shivers up and down your spine. You were confused because your heart was racing. You loved Steve, but just as your best friend. You never felt something more than friendship, but it seemed that everything was more than that.

“Don’t be blind, (Y/N),” He exhaustedly sighed, making you turn around to face him. “I accused you for being a stalker, but I was obviously the one who followed you everywhere. I followed you, not because I was a creep, but because I started falling for you, I fell in love with you, (Y/N).” He nonchalantly blabbered, obviously not watching for his words. Steve Harrington just admitted that he loved you and you were petrified in your place. You didn’t know what to say, because it was really a shocking thing for you, but he didn’t mind it. Not at all. “I know that it’s not a right thing to do and I am so sorry for that, but-“

“Steve,” You caressed his cheek with your right hand. He knew that you didn’t feel the same way about him, but he never wanted to hear it from you. He was feeling guilty as he blurted out some things that he shouldn’t had. “it’s just, I am afraid to hurt you.”

“I understand everything, (Y/N),” He nodded, gently grabbing your hands. “and I am ready to help you, no matter what it takes! I don’t care if you still love him, I would help you to move on.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Steve?” You sadly pouted as you noticed how broken Steve was. He tried to hide it, but you knew him too well. Of course, you were his best friend.

“I was afraid to ruin the little friendship that we have built. I also loved your presence and I will always cherish the moments that we spend together. I thought that if I admitted it to you, you would avoid me.” He honestly answered your question.  

You somehow realized that maybe you have been a horrible best friend to him. You never noticed that he was craving for your presence. You wanted to have Jonathan back so much, that you never paid attention to your best friend’s feelings. You felt terrible because he kept on holding on your friendship, nevertheless you wanted someone else by your side.

“Harrington, I loved your presence too, seriously.” You sweetly smiled as you realized how important your best friend was to you. He hasn’t been just a best friend for you but also a crying shoulder in times of need, a driver, a clown that has always tried to make you laugh, everything!

“So, does that mean that I didn’t ruin anything?” He cutely asked with a smile. He really cared about you and your relationship. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

“No, you didn’t and you never will, silly!” You said with a laugh. You knocked the walls that you built so high and you gave your best friend a sweet and tight hug “So, is that help still available?”

You were willing to move on and you promised to yourself that you would leave Jonathan behind. You would try to pay your attention to your best friend, just like before Jonathan courted you. You needed Steve in times of need, now it was Steve who needed you and you were willing to help him.

“Always, (Y/N), always!” He quickly hugged you back. Slowly flashing a wide and lovely smile as he felt your fast heart beat against his chest.