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anonymous asked:

Hey, dumb American question here. Every UK person I have ever met hates Margaret Thatcher. Why? What terrible thing did she do to piss off that many people for so long?

Where do I fucking start?

So, Thatcher was the bane of the working classes, and much of what she did still has repercussions to this day. So, in no particular order, just in the order I remember them, here are some things she did that pissed us off - 

• In 1989 she introduced this thing called the “Community Charge” but which everyone calls the “Poll Tax” which replaced an older system in which your tax payment was based on the rental value of your home. This new tax meant that people living in one bedroom flats would pay the same as a billionaire living in a mansion. Obviously, the rich loved it, everyone else… not so much. So there were riots (video of news about the riots) - There were lots of riots in the Thatcher years, and they were all notable for the extreme levels of police brutality.

(photo, poll tax protest in Trafalgar Square, 1990)

• Then there was her war on industry. There was a lot of inflation when she came to power, so she instituted anti-inflationary measures. All well and good… except not the way she did it. She closed many government controlled industries, most famously steel and coal. The amount spent on public industries dropped by 38% under Thatcher. The coal miners went on strike, for almost a year, but in the end, the pits were still closed, and 64,000 people lost their jobs. Unemployment rates soared in industrial areas, and inequality between these (generally northern or welsh) areas and the rest of the UK is still there. During the strike there were numerous violent clashes with the police at picket lines which were widely televised. As a memoir from one miner attests: “ I saw a police officer with a fire extinguisher in his hand, bashing a lad in the back. I tried to get closer to note down the officer’s number but they were wearing black boilersuits with no numbers. The next thing I knew, a police officer struck me from behind. I was coming in and out of consciousness as I was dragged across the road into an alleyway. They blocked off the alley and beat another lad and me with sticks until I was unconscious.” (I can’t post the whole thing it’s too long, but read it in the Guardian) Images such as this swept the country, turning many people against Thatcher -

And after it was all over people felt Thatcher had lied, saying she wanted to close only 20 pits, when in the end, 75 were closed down.

• Inequality soared whilst she was prime minister. There is a thing called the gini coefficient, it is the most common method of measuring inequality. Under gini, a score of one would be a completely unequal society; zero would be completely equal. Britain’s gini score went up from 0.253 to 0.339 by the time Thatcher resigned.

• During her time as prime minister the notorious ‘Section 28′ was published. It stated: A local authority shall not (a) intentionally promote homosexuality or publish material with the intention of promoting homosexuality; (b) promote the teaching in any maintained school of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship. - Section 28 wasn’t repealed until 2003.

• She introduced the Right To Buy scheme, which allowed people to buy their council houses for a very low price, which, at first glance, seems like a great idea, allowing people who normally wouldn’t be able to afford their own home to have one - however, loads of people have entered the scheme and now we have far too little social housing, meaning there has been a sharp rise in homelessness.

• The Battle of the Beanfield was a clash between hippies and police near Stonehenge in 1985. 1300 police officers converged on a convoy of 600 new age travellers who were heading to Stonehenge to set up a free festival in violation of a high court order. Again, there was an insane amount of police brutality, and 16 travellers were hospitalised, 573 people were arrested (one of the biggest mass arrests in UK history) - “Pregnant women were clubbed with truncheons, as were those holding babies. The journalist Nick Davies, then working for The Observer, saw the violence. ‘They were like flies around rotten meat,’ he wrote, ‘and there was no question of trying to make a lawful arrest. They crawled all over, truncheons flailing, hitting anybody they could reach. It was extremely violent and very sickening.’” (source) - Once everyone was arrested, the empty vehicles, which were in many cases the only homes the travellers had “were then systematically smashed to pieces and several were set on fire. Seven healthy dogs belonging to the Travellers were put down by officers from the RSPCA.” (source same as above)

Most of the charges were dismissed in court after Lord Cardigan, who had tagged along with them to see what would happen, testified on behalf of the travellers against the police. 

• Her removal of Irish dissidents right to be placed in a category that essentially made them political prisoners instead of merely criminals led to a hunger strike that ended in 10 deaths, including that of Bobby Sands, who was elected from his prison cell, reflecting the immense national, and international support for Irish nationalists. Thatchers lack of sympathy, or even empathy led to her becoming even more of a hate figure.

• She presided over a rapid deregulation of the banks, which ultimately led to much of the problems during britains 2007-2012 financial crash many years later.

• She took free milk from school children, which, though not as serious as anything else listed here, directly affected every child in the UK and was very unpopular, leading her to get the nickname “Maggie Thatcher, Milk Snatcher”, which is still used today.

• Oh… and she supported Apartheid and called Mandela a terrorist.

This is nowhere near everything she’s done that pisses people off, but I hope it goes some way to explaining why when she died “ding dong the witch is dead” became number one in the UK charts, people partied in the streets, and people protested her (State funded) funeral. She is a decisive figure, some people in the UK do actually love her. I do not. She decimated the UK’s industrial heartland, she caused mass unemployment and the destruction of much of working class culture, she was cavalier in her financial policies and increased inequality by staggering levels, she approved serious police brutality and attempted to destroy the culture of unions in this country.  I fundamentally disagree with all she stood for and it angers me that her mistakes are still affecting this country and the people who live in it. And I am VERY angry that the current government are spending £50 million on a museum about her.

No More Fighting

gif from wonderful @bonniebird from here

“Y/N!” John shouted, pulling you out of your rather restless slumber. Seventh months pregnant and the little Shelby was already a terror. It kept you up most nights, as did its father apparently.

“John, what fucking time is it?” You shouted back, waddling down stairs with a yawn, only realizing when you were down that the sun was out, illuminating the blood on John’s face. “What the hell John?” You say angrily, going as fast as you can to get the first aid kit as he frees the cork of a bottle of liquor with his teeth.

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I think this calls for a fic to celebrate! But what kind?

* porn is always an option – but so many pairings to pick from! Noct/Prompto, Gladio/Ignis, Noct/Ignis, Noct/Gladio, Gladio/Prompto, Ignis/Prompto? OT4 with Noct-focus, Ignis-focus, Gladio-focus? (Already wrote Prompto focus AND NGL WOULD DO IT AGAIN but still let’s be fair here)

* Utter fourth wall destruction?

* Widespread FF crossover party?

* Revenge of the chocomog carnival?

* Gladio’s triumphant return to the pole at the Gimme Cat?

* horrible AU/Yaoi trope of choice?

* letting these idiots take a day off and idek go to the mall or something?

* inexplicable musical theater episode?


* Perhaps just a low-key brunch with DIY bagel sandwiches and mimosas?

* Some other, unlisted horror/delight?

Call Me Stubborn

Summary: No, Clarke won’t let Cage Wallace win this poll again.

A Bellarke modern au; where Bellamy and Clarke are in an established relationship

Rating: not entirely G, but nothing explicit (more like hinting things)

A/N: Life prompted me.

You have to have some knowledge about this e-online poll called Alpha Male Madness (because Bob Morley is in the final round and he has to win obviously) and I am not really explaining things.

Read on AO3.

Clarke doesn’t remember all the little details that led them to this: Naked and panting and smiling like idiots.

Well, yeah. She does remember certain things.

Like how she huffed and grumbled in bed, just 2 hours ago, blinking herself awake. Until she remembered why she had gone to bed so late the night before. Or, as a matter of fact, the night before that.
She sighed and reached for her phone.

“Oh my god, no,” she huffed to herself. “Nope, this is not happening.”

She turned sideways and pushed herself up on her elbows, refreshing the page. With that, she was back to the voting business.


She might have been buried into her task for quite a while, judging the numb feeling in her elbows when Bellamy’s raspy voice had finally reached her tousled mind.  

He sneaked a warm, teasing hand around her, his palm resting on her stomach.

Under normal circumstances, she would have put the phone away and let him take his time with her until they were properly woken up.

At that moment, however, she acknowledged with a deep sigh, they really didn’t have time for that. Dammit.

He slipped his fingers into her panties and –

Bell,” she whined in warning, yet already a little breathless. “We don’t have time for this now. Please.”

He blew hot air into her skin, while nosing her ear, and rubbing a slow pattern with his fingers exactly how she likes it.

“You don’t understand,” she said, drawing in a deep breath, “I cannot let Cage win!! WE cannot let him win! He’s an asshole. Everyone knows that.”

“I bet his fans disagree, Clarke,” he chuckled and slipped his fingers lower and deeper.

Clarke gasped. (And only partly out of indignation.)

“You know that Lincoln deserves to win this a trillion times more than Cage, Bellamy,” she panted.

Without saying anything, Bellamy caught her earlobe between his teeth and simply hummed a sultry mhmmmm in agreement.

She yelped a corresponding cry, which was mostly meant as an encouragement – to signal him that it was indeed okay to intensify his efforts.

Later, when both of them are completely naked, catching their breath, she grabs her phone, swiping the lock screen away with her pinky for an update.

“Give me the damn phone, Clarke,” Bellamy nudges her sides with an elbow.

“What? No! You know we can’t let up, now, Bell. We are in the lead. Every vote matters and we can’t let that asshole win!”

We?” He asks with an amused smile.
A beat. “Alright. Just give me the damn phone and show me.”

She grins, snuggling closer into his arms and starts explaining him the basic tricks.

“Holy shit!” she nearly moans, one hand tightening her grip in his hair, the other on her phone.

Bellamy peaks up at her, his chin a little shiny, his trademark, cunning smile tugging at his lips.


“Yeahhh,” she sighs and he ducks his head back in.

She leaves him gasping for air not so long after, her hair is a mess but Lincoln voters has also taken a bigger lead online.  

Nothing is impossible when she has Bellamy by her side. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

“You wanna call our friends… Or – ready for the next round?” he teases, pressing his lips to her temple.
She laughs, as she raises to puff the pillow. “Yeah, the more the merrier. Just give us another twenty minutes.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Yeah. She is sure. Together, they can win this.

A/N: I didn’t spend a lot of time proof-reading it, so apologies for any mistakes.

Talk To Me

Arthur x Reader

Requested by Anon

Poll sat at the kitchen table as you finished cleaning, Esme was quickly behind her and even Ada had come down. You’d been told they wanted a word with you and you’d avoided the confrontation as best you could but it looked like Poll had, had enough.


“We’re worried about you.” Ada said when no one spoke.


“I don’t see why you should be.” your answer was curt and Poll obviously knew something was wrong from the tone you dared use with her.


“You’ve stopped attending family meetings, parties you’re nowhere to be seen and Arthur’s become obsessed with the idea that you’re seeing another man.” Poll got straight to the point and you tugged at thee loose shawl that was draped over your shoulders.

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((Continued from here!))

Did I faint…? Why am I in this room lying on the floor? I must be home alone right now. Nobody walked in to see what happened.

The last thing I remember is a doctor of sorts entering the house and then telling me something awful after a check up… Everything looked fuzzier too.

Ah. That sounds like a recurring dream I have been having. Each time I had them, the doctor tells me something different.

Keh, what the hell? It hurts to pull myself up. And what is this pulsing feeling? Normally I wouldn’t have this much difficulty even with this baby in my stomach. Wait, normally?

—-!! Ah-

Waves of intensifying pain- Dizziness- Nausea- Aren’t these signs of… labor?!

Shit- of all times, now?! This is really bad, I have to call somebody… Anybody.


well, fuck. It's GE 2017!

Looks like we’re having a general election in June. This is a problem for a number of reasons:

1) T. May has been very aggressively targeting any opposition parties who’ve had the gall to try and do politics while the Brexit thing is happening, making her position clear that they’re going to destroy the union or whatever bollocks she likes spouting. It is destabilising and divisive and so on to be politicking at this delicate time, etc.

2) T. May has been promising, for the last several months and even just a couple of weeks ago, that for the above reasons she absolutely would NOT call a general election before its due date in 2020.

3) However, the Tories now have something like a 20pt lead over Labour in the polls, so by calling an election now she can guarantee herself a supermajority afterwards.

4) Thanks to the Fixed Term Parliament Act, put in place to discourage EXACTLY this sort of thing, she needs a 2/3 majority to all this election and, again, really shouldn’t be calling it anyway, but Labour will give her the votes she needs to call this election because otherwise they’d be admitting they’re in the shitter.

5) The Fixed Term Parliament Act means that a government should run for 5 years after a general election. So by having an election now, she gets her party a huge majority and removes any effective opposition - and guarantees this until 2022, aka AFTER Brexit negotiations are all done.

6) If she’d waited it out and stick to the Fixed Term til 2020, the Tories could have lost seats at by-elections and gradually lost their majority across three years. 2020 would also have been peak Brexit time, when the population was most likely to feel the pain of screwed up negotiations, and thus when the Tories would have been most vulnerable to an actual loss at a General Election.

What all this boils down to is the Tories are going directly against their fixed term mandate now so that they can abuse it more effectively later. This means that all the cuts, the suffering, the playing up to xenophobes, the underfunding of key services and NHS - it’s all going to get worse, and we won’t be able to do anything about it unless we can somehow stop them NOW.

If you live in a Tory seat, find out who polled second to them last G.E and vote for that party - Labour or Lib Dems, most likely. If you live in a Labour or Lib Dem seat, protect it from getting taken by the Tories. Make sure your seat has a single, solid, reliable opposition. This is not a time to vote with your heart - we must vote with our heads, and we cannot split the vote within constituencies to let a Tory candidate slip in. Labour and the Lib Dems could be a viable​ opposition or even a viable governing coalition, provided they don’t haemorrhage seats to the Tories.


John x Reader

Requested By Anon

“This is ridiculous!” You huffed and refused to hold the wedding dress your aunt was holding out.


“You don’t have a choice you have to go through with it.” She scolded.


“Why exactly can’t one of the other girls be used to pay them off.” You snapped.


“We’re not using you to buy them off were…” She glowered at you when you interrupted.


“You’re not, is that why he’ll leave us alone if I’m married to one of them?” You dumped the dress on the floor and hurried out of the caravan and hurried off on your own.


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anyways, now that that’s down, hiya! I’m Maya, mun of this fucking dork. I’m super hyped to start RPing him, so lets kickstart with a starter call, capping at 4 for now because I have been low energy the last few days. I’ll bump it up if I can get more energy, but for now you gotta grab those slots

Call Me By Your Name tops  IndieWire’s annual Sundance Critics Poll

It is a fact, the sensual Call Me By Your Name warmed up the snowy Sundance, stealing everyone’s heart on its way. Today, IndieWire published the results of its annual Sundance Critics Poll (50 voters), and Call Me By Your Name is definitely the big winner as it tops 5 categories out of 7. The positive buzz around the film doesn’t seem to stop, while we are a little bit less than two weeks away from the European premiere at the 67th Berlinale. Let’s hope that the romance between the audience and Call Me By Your Name will continue! See below for the categories Call Me By Your Name won: 

Best Film 
1.Call Me by Your Name

Best Director
1.Luca Guadagnino, Call Me by Your Name

Best Lead Performance
1.Timothée Chalamet, Call Me By Your Name
3. Armie Hammer, Call Me By Your Name

Best Supporting Performance
1. Michael Stuhlbarg, Call Me By Your Name
2. Armie Hammer, Call Me By Your Name

Best Screenplay
1. Call Me by Your Name

Sometimes I think that working in the ER has completely altered my perception of what is normal. The other day I was walking through a parking lot at night. A man standing at a distance called out to me and asked if he could use my phone. I hesitated but he “seemed safe” so I stepped closer to an emergency call poll with a light and gave him my phone. Prior to making a phone call he thanked me and told me that he was hiding because three men in a car just tired shooting at him in a drive by and that the police were out searching for him as well. He went on to say that various people were after him and he had witnessed several crimes that he needed to report. He pointed to invisible objects in the parking lot to verify his statements. I simply stood there thinking “he is paranoid, hallucinating, and delusional but not violent…yet”. I noticed that he was sweaty and I could see his pulse pounding in his neck. He was well dressed for the weather and overall appeared well nourished. I assumed he must be on meth or some variant. I told him I was sorry to hear about his night and offered to call the police for him and ask if he needed any assistance or wanted me to call 911 for medical help. He declined and used my phone to call for a ride. He gave me my phone back (he wiped off my phone and apologized for sweating on it) and I again asked if he needed any additional help. I waited for him to walk away and then I continued on my way through the parking lot. As I was walking away I realized that at no point did I find any of this interaction strange and I probably should have.


John x Reader

Requested Via Wattpad By @claudiaxstilinski

“Where do you think you’re going?” Poll snapped as she stopped John from following after his brother’s to the train.


“Tommy’s got some business to finish up in London.” John huffed having already argued over him going away with you that morning.


“You know you’re a bloody fool John, what happens when you don’t make it back in time to see your child be born?” Polly waited for John to answer and sighed when he shrugged.


“I’ll be back home tomorrow evening and the doctor said she’s probably got more than a week to go.” He went to move past Poll who turned to watch him hurry after the others.

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because I’m a glutton for punishment: starter call, but with a twist

each starter’s gonna be based directly off something he’s said in canon, so fair warning, they might get… spicy. Or you’ll get utter nonsense. regardless, they’ll border on crack either way, but I wanna have some fun with this guy.

capping at 3 for now, might bump it up if i have the energy <3


Details - IMAGINE: Being Best Friends With John Shelby And Talking To Him Before He Marries Esme Part Two

Warnings: Long Imagine, Hints of Smut, Language



Through the dark steam the first face to greet me, as I step off the train, is the face of my favourite Shelby. Aunt Polly. I rush over to Poll and hug her as hard as I can. Even though I wrote to her every other day, it wasn’t the same as actually getting to see her.

Oh Y/N, my sweet girl, I’ve missed you. You’ve gotten so much more beautiful in the past 5 years,” Poll gushes.

The same to you Poll, you haven’t aged a day.”

You should’ve visited earlier Y/N, we’ve all missed you. Finn the most, he missed having someone to play with. Oh, and my so Michael has made his way home to me,” Poll laughs.

You let out a small laugh as well, remembering just how much you’ve missed the Shelby’s.

Poll, that’s amazing about Michael. I can’t wait to meet him. I’m surprised Arthur and Tommy managed to dress themselves without me,” You chuckle.

You’ll meet him tonight, he’s staying with me obviously. It took a while for them to learn, trust me.”

Polly and I walked all the way from the station back to her house, where I would be staying for the week I was visiting. You looked around Birmingham, around the place you used to call home, and memories just kept popping up, some good, some bad. Thankfully, Polly didn’t bring up the sensitive topic of John Shelby.

Unfortunately your plan of avoiding John for a couple of days, at least ‘till you get prepare yourself for seeing him, failed.

Poll had arranged a massive dinner for all the family, in honour of seeing you for the first time in 5 years. It wouldn’t have been too bad but Esme had come along as well.

You’d met Michael before you even started unpacking and you thought he was a wonderful young lad. You could tell he would really fit in with the family and it was the happiest you’d seen Poll in a long time.

Arthur and Tommy were ecstatic to see you and both gave you huge hugs.

You’d avoided John when he walked in the door and hadn’t spoken to him since.

Despite having grown up, you still saw Finn as the little 11-year-old and you wouldn’t stop fussing over him, but he was patient and let you because he’d missed you and enjoyed seeing you happy.

It wasn’t until Poll called everyone for dinner, that you were forced to face the man you fell in love with.

By the time you got to the table you saw that everyone was already sat down, which was unusual as they were never there when Poll called them. And the crafty little shit’s made it so you had to sit next to John.

Luckily, Michael was also sat next to you so you got to know him some more.

Dinner was going well, you’d spoken to everyone but John and got caught up on everything that had happened since you left and the tension between you and John was slowly disappearing. Until Poll brought up the one topic that hadn’t been brought up yet.

Alfie, the guy you had seen until recently.

So, Y/N, how’s it been going with Alfie? Last I heard, you’d been on amazing third date.” Poll said and every Shelby man looked in your direction.

You’re guessing Poll hadn’t told them judging by the looks on their face. You couldn’t blame them, they were as protective of you as they were of Ada.

Who’s Alfie?” John asked glaring at the table.

Uh, we stopped seeing each other actually.” You said ignoring John’s question. Every Shelby man relaxed yet John stayed tense.

Oh no, why’s that? I thought you said he was a lovely man.” Poll said sympathetically.

He was. To me but then he found out I knew the Shelby’s and that I was practically a Shelby and we got into an argument. I started it though because I didn’t want him doing a deal with you guys and he didn’t care that you were family and it got too far. I told him we were done and well, he didn’t like it but he let me go. But, I had his men keeping an eye on me. God knows the earache I’ll get when I go back to London.” You explain.

Wait, you were seeing Alfie Solomons? As in Jewish gang leader, Alfie Solomons?” John asks bitterly

John, surely you knew I mean she’s your best friend.” Poll says.

You’d think that but considering she hasn’t spoken to me in 5 years I kinda forgot I had a best friend at all.” John says snidely.

You try to swallow the huge lump in your throat but it doesn’t seem to disappear. Everyone had quieted down and were now staring at you. Only Poll looked understanding, you’d told her what had happened between you and John in the letter explaining why you’d run away to London.

The boys looked like they were ready for you to start yelling whilst, Esme just glared at you for hurting her husband.

I don’t feel too good. I’m going to go lie down.” You whisper before fleeing the room.

Now look what you’ve done. You could have at least let us have one meal with her.” You distinctly hear Poll scold.

Instead of going to you room, you grab your coat and walk out the front door letting it slam behind you. You didn’t know where you were going and let your feet guide you, you stopped walking when you reached the river bank.

This is where you always came for peace, it’s only normal for you to come here to calm down after what happened with John at dinner. So, you sat down, not caring that your dress would get dirty, and you tried to remember all the good times before all this mess happened. You must have been there for hours but you didn’t care.

I knew I’d find you here, everyone’s gone home” the familiar voice says behind you.

You turn around and see him standing there, and just like that, all your feelings come rushing back. He wasn’t wearing his Peaky or his coat and you could tell he’d run here as his breath kept coming out in short pants.

What are you doing out here, John?” You asks whilst staring at the floor.

I practically ran all around Birmingham looking for you, then I remembered you liked coming here when you were sad.”

What are you doing out here, John? Why are you running around looking for me instead of being with your wife?”

Why Y/N, why? Why did you write everyone but me?” John asked, pain seeping into his voice.

You didn’t answer but it didn’t matter because John carried on, letting out everything he’s bottled up for the past 5 years.

Do you know how much that hurt? Everyone rushing into the Garrison in the morning, half dressed, saying they couldn’t believe you left, reading out your goodbye letter to them. Where was mine?! Why didn’t I get to know why you left?! I was your best friend and you abandoned me with not even a goodbye! Every other day Poll would update us on how you were, once a week Arthur and Tommy would say you write them. That was the only way I knew you hadn’t bloody died! I loved you and you left and took my heart with you. I loved you and I thought you loved me too. We were going to have a life together, I was gonna make sure, then you left. What happened?! Why did you leave me for some violent Jewish gang leader?! What did he have that I didn’t?! Tell me why you did it! Tell me why you left me!”

John broke off into tears and all you did was continue to look at the floor. A couple of minutes later, you finally spoke up.

Alfie had nothing that you didn’t. In fact, you had things Alfie didn’t. I didn’t break up with Alfie because he made a deal with Tommy, that was some bullshit story I came up with. I broke up with him because he wasn’t you. Just like I only ever went on one date with any guy in my entire life because the entire date I found myself looking for things that weren’t there. Looking for things I loved in you. That’s when I realised I couldn’t love any other man because they weren’t you. I broke up with Alfie because he told me he loved me and I couldn’t say it back because when he said it, I saw your face, not his.” You confessed.

You did have feelings for Alfie but you knew you could never love him, not like you loved John. John didn’t say anything but he sat down next to you and placed his hand on yours. You carried on talking, telling him everything. “I didn’t write to you because it was too hard to think of words to say to you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I regretted leaving. I didn’t know how to tell you how much pain it caused me to leave you and the family behind. It was all to difficult to put into words so I didn’t write. I know it was selfish but I thought if I didn’t talk to you then my feelings would go away and I wouldn’t have to think about you and Esme, because every time I saw you with her it killed me. I didn’t write you a letter to say goodbye because I couldn’t ever imagine saying goodbye to the one person who meant the world to me. I didn’t say goodbye because with you, goodbye never existed. You were always there by my side no matter what, and so saying goodbye to you was too difficult and it didn’t seem possible. You’re right, I should have said goodbye, in person, but I felt that if I did, I’d never would’ve had the strength to leave and let you live your life with the woman you married. So I ran, in the middle of the night because I was a coward. I didn’t visit for this exact reason, I couldn’t face you after what I did, and because my feelings for you John, they never left. I love you and it kills me because I have to see you with her. We can’t be together because you’re married and I will not stand in the way of that!” You finish breathing heavily.

You’d kept that bottled up for years and it felt good to finally let it all out.

John blinked, stood up and brushed himself off, grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him.

God I’ve missed you,” he whispers and takes your head in both hands, forcing you to look at him for the first time in 5 years. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this again.”

And with all that pain and hurt said, he kisses you and despite everything, you kiss him back. The kiss gets more heated as he slips his tongue into your mouth and pulls you flush against him, his hands sliding to cup your ass in both hands.

We kept your house in case you ever came back,” John murmurs in between kisses, “I’ve the key, if you want to-” John trails off suggestively.

Well then, Mr Shelby, what are we waiting for?” You tease and pull him along.

John lets out a moan at you calling him Mr Shelby and happily follows you to your old house.


Clothes were strewn everywhere as you and John finally stumbled up the stairs and into your old bedroom. No words needed to be spoken, how you felt was sown through the kisses. The only sound in the room was your moans and they reverberated around the room, you giggled as John’s breath tickled your neck but that soon turned into a moan as he found your sweet spot. John looked up at you and smirked. You smiled up at him and started removing his vest and shirt, you couldn’t help but gaze at his undefined muscles, John catches your eye and smiles at you.

Like what you see?” John teases.

You know I do.”

John starts trailing kisses down you and then he reaches the hem of your dress and pulls it up.

This has to go.” John chuckles.

All you could do is nod in anticipation.

John pulled your dress off so you were just left in your slip and you took off his trousers. Before anything else came off John started kissing in between your thighs and then finally, he slipped his tongue into your heat whilst reaching up to grasp your breast. You moaned and arched your back whilst John groaned into you. Before you had the chance to cum though he stopped what he was doing, pulled his boxers off and pushed into you. You both groaned together and you were in pure ecstasy. John moved faster and you soon came undone. Then, you pushed him so he was underneath you and you climbed on top of him. You buried your neck in his face to muffle the screams but it didn’t work to well and soon you were gasping John’s name.

Hours later, you and John were exhausted but thoroughly pleased. You never felt happier and looking over after at John and his shit eating grin, you knew he felt the same.

We should have done this ages ago.” John laughs. “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

I never want this moment to end.” John confesses.

Me either.”

You hear the front door open and then Poll’s voice rings out. “John, Y/N, are you in here? We’ve been worried sick. Esme is frantic. John? Y/N?”

You and John rush to put your clothes on but by the time Poll opens the bedroom door, you’ve only managed to get your slip and stockings on and John has his trousers back on.

What the hell?!” Poll screams but then she registers the situation and sees John and you. “Fucking finally, I’ve been waiting for this for bloody ages.”

John had left to go to talk to Esme, but not after making sure Poll wasn’t going to tell anyone what she saw, at least not until he’d sorted some things out. Poll said she wasn’t going to tell anyone because she’d been waiting for you two to get together for years.

But after a while, what you did with John had finally sunk in. You had slept with your married best friend and you were going back to London at the end of the week. You couldn’t stay. It was an accident but never a mistake.

What are you going to do now?” Poll asks you.

I don’t know Poll. What can I do? He’s still married, no matter how we both feel.” You sigh.

Do you regret it?”

Not one single bit.”

You bury your head in your arms in shame, and then you let out a couple of sobs, wipe your eyes and sigh again.

Poll, I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving for London in the morning. I’ll go before everyone wakes up again.”

So, you’re going to run away again? After you just visited? For the first time in 5 years and you’re leaving us again!”

I have to. It’s the only way to make sure I don’t ruin their marriage. I’ll give you my address this time Poll. You and Michael can come and visit me.”

I’ve known you long enough to know that once you’ve made your mind up, there’s no changing it. Go but don’t leave us for so long again.”

I promise you I won’t. I’ll leave John a letter this time as well.”

At least let me walk you to the train station this time Y/N/N.”

Okay Aunt Poll. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for me over the years. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

Polly didn’t say anything but she wrapped her arms around you in a huge hug and both of you let out small sobs, not wanting to admit that this was really the end of your time with the Shelby’s. They were your family and you loved them.

It was a dark, miserable morning when you left to go back to London. The weather outside reflecting how you felt inside. You woke up earlier than you told Poll because you had to leave the letter for John, and you never enjoyed goodbye’s. After you left the letter for John at the Garrison, you went back to Poll’s to get your stuff and you quietly snuck past the living room to the front door.

Where are you going this early in the morning?” You hear Michael’s voice behind you, “And with all your stuff? Surely you’re not leaving already. I just met you.”

Michael, what are you doing up?”

Don’t avoid the question Y/N. Every time Mum spoke about you there was always sadness in her voice, when she told us you were visiting she was so happy. But now you’re leaving, why?”

You’re gonna fit in so well with this family. You don’t understand though, I have to leave. I can’t stay here.”

Is it because of John? I saw the way he looked at you and you looked at him. He never looks at Esme that way.”

You’re a smart boy Michael. It was lovely to meet you and I hope to see you again but I have to go. Give Poll my love and just be careful, being a Shelby is dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You go to walk out the door but something Michael says stops you

You’re like a daughter to her, you know. My sister and I got ripped away from her but then she got to take care of you. You became a daughter to her.”

You couldn’t help but let some tears fall. Poll had always been the mother you never had and you had so much love and respect for the woman.

You can’t leave her Y/N. She might be a strong woman but I don’t think she can handle losing you again, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to leave her anyway.”

You drop your suitcase and you hug Michael.

I’m so glad Poll has you. Welcome to the family and thank you for making me see sense.”

So, you’re staying?” Michael says hopefully.

Yeah I am.” You look around and smile.

You and Michael were sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and some biscuits when Poll comes running down the stairs like a madman.

Michael! She’s gone! Y/N’s gone! Her bed’s empty and so is her wardrobe and her suitcase is gone! Michael!” Poll started yelling.

Michael and I were just smirking at each other when Poll came rushing into the kitchen.

Michael, didn’t you hear me? We need to get to the train-” Poll stopped short when she saw you sat there with a grin on your face.

What the fuck? Don’t you grin at me Y/N Y/L/N! I thought you’d left me again. What made you change your mind?!”

Your wonderful son did.” You smile.

W-w-what?!” Poll spluttered. “He- what?!”

He really is your son. He made me see that I couldn’t leave my family behind. Especially not the woman I see as my mother.” You stand up and Poll wraps you up in a tight hug.

I’m so glad you’re staying. I’ve missed you so much.” Poll cries.

I’ve missed you too. And I’m staying permanently, I’m going to get the rest of my things from London and I’ve moving back into my house next door.”

Thank fuck for that.” Poll laughs through her tears.

Knocking could be heard from the door and so Michael went and opened it.

Polly!” John’s voice yelled out.

In the kitchen!” She yelled back. “I’ll take Michael and leave you two in piece.”

Aunt Polly! She left me! Again!” You could hear John crying.

He comes storming in the kitchen but stops when he sees you stood there. “Y/N/N, I thought you left me again. Except this time you actually left me a letter.” John laughs bitterly.

I was leaving. I had my suitcase packed and I was leaving but Michael stopped me and I realised, I can’t leave you and Poll again. ‘Cause no matter where I go, I’m always going to want you and so I stayed for you because I’d rather be your friend than be nothing to you at all.”

John still has tears streaming down his face but they’re not as much as before.

Esme and I are getting divorced.” He finally speaks up.

What? John, you know that’s frowned upon!”

I don’t care. I love you, not her and I am going to make sure I end up with you. So, Esme and I are getting divorced. She agreed it’s the best thing for all of us, she hates the Shelby life so she’s going back to live with her family tomorrow. And then, you and I can be together for the rest of our days.”

Oh, John.”

You stand on your tip toes and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. John pulls away and gets down on one knee.

Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” John asks.

This was it. The day you had waited for, for years. The day you had dreamed of since you were just a little girl. Your wedding day. You were finally getting to marry the man of your dreams, everything was perfect. Michael was walking you down the aisle as he had become the closest to you over the years, you had him to thank for all this happening.

Poll pulls your veil over your face and makes sure your dress is wrinkle free.

You look beautiful sweetheart.” Poll says.

You really do.” Michael assures.

Do you think he’ll like it?” You ask nervously.

You’ll give him a heart attack.” Michael jokes causing you to giggle.

Thanks Mikey.”

Anytime Y/N/N.”

It’s time.” Poll announces. “Are you ready?”

As ready as I’ll ever be.” You say.

You nervous?” Michael grins.

Surprisingly, no. Not after everything we’ve been through together.” You say confidently.

Poll takes one arm and Michael takes the other and you walk down the aisle, to the smiling man at the end of it, the man you will call your husband. After all the 'I Do’s’ and vows, you all go back to the Garrison to celebrate and that’s when you have your first dance as husband and wife. He holds you closely and twirls you around.

I love you Mrs Shelby.” John whispers in your ear.

I love you too Mr Shelby.” And that, was how you and John got your happy ever after.

Inspired by @bonniebird@stephiswriting@sansasandorshipper

anonymous asked:

Can we watch The Room this Wednesday??

Hahaha nobody suggested it on the first Google form so I’m afraid it’s not on the poll!!! :( :( Maybe if/when we run out of movies to watch then we can watch it tho?? Or maybe just on a weekend sometime once I’m out of school??

Speaking of the poll, LAST CALL TO VOTE! I’m going to lay out a schedule before Wednesday so VOTE NOW ON YOUR PHONES if you haven’t already given your input on what movies you wanna see streamed!!!!!