tell them everything is going to be ok

Dating Steve and being Joyce Byers’ Daughter

Request:headcanons for being joyce byers’ daughter (middle kid so jonathan is Protective™) dating steve?

A/N: hope you’ll like it babe xx

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• oh how you would glance at him every single time Steve passed by you
• he was older, cooler, he was the king of the school
• And you were the Byers middle kid
• but he helped you with your books once and your heart melted
• and one day he flirted with you non stop, making you blush but reply sassily
• after the weekend it seemed like he forgot all of that and that made your heart break
• of course he wouldn’t like you
• you’re just a little girl and he’s King Steve
• you try to forget about your stupid crush on him
• but then your little brother goes missing and the Hawkins Lab is actually a place with another dimension after it
• and suddenly Steve comes by your house more often
• but always with Nancy by his side
• you couldn’t say you were friends with Nancy but you got along and you said hi to each other
• so when your brother goes with Nancy in the woods to “ set a trap”
• ( of course you weren’t allowed. The only thing you were allowed to do was breathing. Joking)
• he left you alone in the house
• And guess who came by
• Steve Harrington himself
• “ Nancy isn’t here and neither is Jonathan”
• “ who said I’m here to see them , princess?”
• You rolled your eyes and shut the door in his face and went to your room
• and again, guess who climbed on your window?
• Steve Harrington himself
• “ I don’t care what you say. I want to talk to you.”
• you gave him a skeptical look
• “ are you ok? I know it’s a stupid question because of all the things with Will but everytime I come by I feel like you don’t want me here at all.”
• “ you punched my brother. And I’m good. Why are you so interested about that?”
• and whoops he kissed you and you kissed back
• he started to make awful love declarations
• and you giggled and gave him a chance because again he’s King Steve
• And so it starts
• At first you guys are hiding ( especially from Jonathan)
• But really everyone noticed the lingering stares and the obvious “ subtle kisses “ behind the bleachers
• and one day Jonathan is taking photos
• just after you found Will and you guys went out to celebrate
• you’re waiting with Will to the hot dog stand to get something to eat
• And suddenly Steve comes behind you and kisses your cheek
• Little poor Will is shook
• he just stands there awkwardly and smiles
• But Jonathan comes fuming and almost punches Steve
• “ stay away from my sister”
• “ Jonathan..stop”
• “ you? You agreed to be with? With him?”
• “ no dumbass. He’s just my boy toy of course I did”
• “ Will.. let’s go home.”
• “ wait no hey! Wait!”
• “ Ooops”
• “ Steve shut up or I’ll kill you”
• Jonathan giving you the birds and bees speech back at home
• And telling you he supports you but he’ll break his neck if he does anything wrong
• And from now on everything is a bit cooler
• But there’s still a tension between them
• you guys would go as Bonnie and Clyde for Halloween
• Christmas together and being happy
• parenting the children with him and seeing him give awful advice to Dustin
• “ don’t trust him girls love a sweet guy.”
• “ just don’t care Dustin. Don’t.”
• you’re dancing with Dustin at the Snow Ball
• skipping school with Steve sometimes
• Assuring him he is a great boyfriend
• Uh ok but neck kisses and him scaring you are a must
• And you would drive in his car with music on and just forget about the world
• While Johnathan is still bitter
• You and Nancy becoming friends because guess who’s dating your older brother
• you becoming quite a group
• gushing about your boyfriends
• Your mom would be both happy and angry
• “ I heard things about him you know. But he’s such a kind soul from what I’ve seen.”
• “ yeah he is.”

ok but kevin and neil go to dairy queen and neil, having heard tales of the fact that employees flip blizzards upside down before giving them to you, thinks it applies to everything there, so he tells kevin ‘hey check this out’ and kevin needs to watch neil josten, starting striker for the championship winning palmetto state exy team, pour his entire milkshake directly onto the floor

The Arrangement (pt 10)

You woke up around 6 in the morning. Though you were incredibly tired, you had too much on your mind and sleep didn’t consume you like you thought it would. It was still dark outside at this time, and you were slightly hungry. Now that you were eating for two, you were eating more frequently. 

You were scared to go out into the kitchen though. What if Jimin was also awake? You weren’t ready to face him yet. There were so many things that he had said and you wondered how long he had his doubts about your relationship. Did he still love you? Did he still love your baby? 

You tried to calm down again. You sat down and thought about the situation at hand. If you were in his shoes, what would you have thought? It was a little ridiculous to plan for a birthday party about two months in advance, you had to admit it. But it was the only way you could pull off the party with your work schedule. You thought back to all the times you tried to hide your phone away from Jimin or closed your laptop when he came and sat next to you. I guess you really did seem suspicious. 

But did that warrant the things he had said. The hurtful things? If you were in his shoes…. you would have talked to him. You would have asked him straight up. Why? Because you love him and trust him. Sure, things were moving fast between you two, but didn’t he always assure you that he felt the same way you did? That you both were on the same page?

Clearly not. You realized that maybe he didn’t trust you as much as you trust him. So maybe your love him outweighed his love for you. So where exactly did that leave you and your baby?

You rubbed your hand over your growing stomach. You had been busy for the past few months sure, but your love for the baby grew each and every single second. When you first heard the heartbeat, you cried. You made the baby your number one priority. You still worked hard at work and tried to balance your new life. Clearly you didn’t do such a good job. But like you said, the baby was your first priority. You were determined to work things out with Jimin for the sake of the baby. But you still needed time to settle your emotions. You needed time.


Jimin had made his way back to his shared room with you after trying to get you to open the door. He felt terrible. He should have just talked to you first! He should have never doubted you. Why then, did he? He decided that it was because he was too afraid. Too afraid to lose you. And as these thoughts flooded his mind, he eventually fell asleep on the empty bed, wishing so much that you were there in his arms. 

When he woke up, the sun was shining and he turned to the clock. It was already 9! He jumped out of bed and quickly brushed his teeth. He ran out the room hoping to find you. Your door was open! He ran in, only to find it empty. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he noticed breakfast already on the table. So you were awake. Where the hell did you go on a Sunday morning?

A little note caught his eye on the table though. It read “I need time before we can talk about this. Please just give me that much”. He didn’t know how he felt after reading it. At least you were willing to talk to him at some point in the future. But he just wanted to hold you, hug you, and kiss you at this very moment. But he knew that he shouldn’t push you or his luck. So with some gratitude, he ate the breakfast made for him and sauntered back to his room, wasting his day away.

You went to your best friend, Suji’s house and decided to spend your day there. She could tell you were upset, and you finally told her everything. Everything from the beginning. About how the marriage was forced, how Jimin and you were so unhappy at the beginning of the marriage. Even everything that happened last night. 

To say that Suji was shocked was an understatement. She listened patiently and she was crying along with you by the time you were done. “How could you have not told me anything till now! You’re my best friend and I didn’t know you were struggling like this!” she all but yelled at you. You gave her a sad smile. 

“Sorry” you said. “It was hard not telling you, trust me. But I couldn’t you risk telling my parents, I know how close you are with them” you reasoned. 

“What makes you think I won’t tell them all this now?” she questioned. Your smile fell. 

“Suji please don’t. I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told you everything. I can’t deal with the stress of you telling my parents. Please, I’m begging you” you said. 

“I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell them. But you need to start telling me everything too! I swear to god, if I see Jimin I’m going to slap him silly” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you going to forgive him?” she asks.

“I need to talk things through with him honestly. But I can see where he could have had his doubts. But I’m still really hurt with what he said. But I…I just love him so much Suji. I don’t want us to fall apart because of this. I think we can get through it. He did look really apologetic afterall” you reasoned. 

“Ok, but if he pulls anything else I won’t keep quiet” she says. 

“And you won’t have to” you promised. 


The next couple of days were terrible for both you and Jimin. He was trying so so hard to give you the space you wanted, but it was eating at him. He wanted to talk to you again! Meanwhile, you didn’t know when to start talking to him again. You simply made his meals and went to work. You didn’t say anything to him but you missed him like crazy. You needed to talk to him soon. Jimin hated being at home with you when you were just going to ignore him so he would try to spend time with his friends. Usually, he would just end up drunk though. 

Taehyung meanwhile noticed the change in you both. He felt bad and he knew he shouldn’t get into it, but he hated seeing you both like this. So, he decided that he needed to get you two to talk. Jimin had texted him to meet at a bar later tonight, so he decided to ask you to get dinner around the same time. If he was lucky, he could make you two run into each other and force you two to start talking again. 


Jimin waited patiently at the bar for Taehyung to arrive. But it seemed like Taehyung was running late, so Jimin started on a drink before his friend arrive. Since the party, Taehyung didn’t bring up the situation again, and for that Jimin was thankful. He still couldn’t tell his friend what he had accused both you and him of. 

Jimin felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and he jumped at the sensation and turned around to see who it was. To his disappointment, it was his ex. 

“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” she purred. Jimin wanted to visibly gag, but he kept it in.

“None of your business” he said, turning back around and taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh come on. Clearly things aren’t going well. Otherwise why would you be here on a weekday night instead of being with the mom to be?” she asked, sitting down next to him. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the reason for this. If you.. If you hadn’t placed those thoughts in my head.. I could be.. I could be happy right now” he said, honestly. But he knew that he couldn’t really blame his ex completely. He was the one who spewed the hateful words to you and he could never take that back. Jimin downed his drink at the thought. 

Jimin stopped paying attention to his ex, who was practically drooling at him. He couldn’t get his mind off of you and anything that Jiah had said went in through one ear and out the other


Taehyung had suggested you grab drink at a local bar. You thought it was suspicious, especially since you couldn’t drink at a time like this but he assured you that they had really good food. You didn’t really think twice, and went along with him. You were quite hungry after all. 

Meanwhile Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated. Not only was Taehyung running late, but Jiah was talking his ear off. Though the alcohol calmed him down a little, it also gave him to confidence to finally tell Jiah off for good. 

“Jiminie don’t you remember all the fun trips we took together? Those were so much fun, don’t you miss those days? Remember the ski trip we took? It was so cold! Maybe we can go to Hawaii or something next, I’ve heard is absolutely gorgeous.” she rambled. It kind of amazed Jimin how dense she was. What did he ever even see in her?

“Jiah, I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you left. I have a wife and a kid on the way and I love them to pieces, ok? They are my world now. There is place left for you in my life, so I kindly suggest you leave when I’m still being nice”  he said, finally facing her. 

Jiah was surprised to say the least. Jimin was never this…rude to her. Even when he broke up with her, he was pretty nice about the whole thing. But this, fueled her anger. She huffed and got up out of her seat. She made it across the bar near the entrance when she saw both you and Taehyung approaching the bar. If she couldn’t have Jimin, then no else could, she thought. 

She quicky made her way back to Jimin, who had her back faced towards her. Taehyung looked around to find Jimin, and his eyes landed on Jiah, who also made eye contact with him. Taehyung was so confused and before he could register what was going on, Jiah turns around Jimin and kisses him. Taehyung lets out a little gasp and you follow his eyes to sight in front of you. There stood Jimin, kissing another woman. 

You let out a little gasp yourself. Your eyes immediately begin to water and your heart breaks all over again. You spent the last couple of days trying to piece it back together, but it was like Jimin came and shattered your heart to even tinier pieces. 

Jiah pulls away, happily and smiles directly at you. Jimin was too shocked to process what even happened. Taehyung had seen enough though. He immediately crosses the bar to confront his friend. You stay by the entrance, not being able to move but you start to sob and people around you were starting to stare. You didn’t even care if people could recognize you at this point.

Jimin wiped away Jiah’s lipstick from his mouth, still finding it hard to believe that she had to audacity to kiss him when he had just told her to get out of his life. “Jiah, what the he-” Jimin started before someone grabbed him by the collar. 

“How fucking dare you” Taehyung all but growls as he lifts Jimin up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. “How could you do that to Y/n?” Taehyung questions still. If people weren’t looking before, they sure as hell were now.

“T-Taehyung-ah” Jimin stutters out. Jimin theoretically didn’t do anything wrong, but his friend didn’t know that. To anybody else, it would just seem like two people sharing a kiss. 

“You said you loved her. How could…how could you be kissing Jiah now?” Taehyung continued, his anger only increasing. During their little encounter, Jiah had also conveniently slipped out but not before giving you one last smirk before exiting the bar. 

Jimin ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, trying not to meet his friends eyes. Why couldn’t he just say that Jiah was the one who forcefully kissed him? While trying to formulate words, Jimin’s eyes landed on you by the entrance. HIs eyes widened in shock. “Y-Y/N” he whispered. 

You finally made eye contact with your husband and your sobs only increased. Jimin tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip, but Taehyung had pulled him right back. 

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage” Taehyung said, firmly gripping onto Jimin. Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to face you and it hurt them both so much to see you in this state. You held one hand over your baby bump and another over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You couldn’t stand there anymore and ran out the bar. 

“No, wait!” Jimin yelled across the bar and tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip once again. “For the love of God, let me go Taehyung!” he yelled back at his friend. “I need to get to her, please. It wasn’t what it looked like” he said, pleading now. Taehyung looked into Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was probably telling you the truth. He hesitantly let him go.

Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and ran out behind you, but only to see you quickly get into a taxi. He ran up to the taxi, but it was too late. You were already driving away. Jimin paced around the street, frantic. Where was his car? He needed to follow you! Taehyung ran out behind him. 

“I don’t think you can drive right now, let me drive you” he said. And before Jimin could answer, Taehyung had already ran to fetch his car. Soon enough, Taehyung pulled up on the street with his car. Jimin quickly jumped in, but your taxi was long gone. The boys decided that you were probably heading home though, so they drove there as fast as they could.


You couldn’t control your sobs in the taxi. Even the driver gave you pitiful looks. “Uh, where to, young miss?” he asked slowly. You gave him the address to your friends house. You called her along the way, but unfortunately she was out of town on a business trip, but she told you where she kept the spare key and told you to stay for as long as you liked. Suji, your friend, knew not to push the matter, especially over the phone. But she still told you to call her once you somewhat calmed down. She knew that Jimin was probably the reason why, but being out of town made Suji feel helpless. What could she even do?

“Y/N, I know you’re really upset right now and we can talk about that later. But sweetheart I need you to take care of yourself, at least for the sake of your baby ok? Please try to calm down a little and call me again once you’ve settled down. Stay as long as you need, ok? I’ll be back in around 3 days” she says. You could only mumble a yes before hanging up. You were thankful for Suji, but you were in no state to be thanking her right now, especially when talking was hard over your sobs.


Jimin kept urging Taehyung to drive faster and as they pulled into the front drive way, Jimin practically jumped out of the car before the car even stopped. Jimin frantically tried to open the door with his keys, but his hands were shaking too much. He just had to see you and explain things to you and make things right. He promised himself that he wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, but this wasn’t something he saw coming. Hell, it wasn’t really even his fault. 

Jimin finally opened the door, but the house was dark and empty. He quickly turned on all the lights and ran around the house, hoping to find you in one of the rooms. Taehyung slowly walked in after, watching as Jimin ran around, yelling out your name. “Jimin, I don’t think she’s here….” Taehyung says, rather silently. Jimin stops in his tracks. 

“Do you just think she hasn’t got here yet?” he asks. But he knew the answer. You weren’t coming home tonight. 


Three days go by and Jimin is desperate at this point. He couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone. Even Taehyung tried to get a hold of you, but failed. He felt like this was partially his fault since he was the one who brought you to the bar in the first place. 

Jimin could function, not when he didn’t know where or how you were. Were you ok? Were you eating? Sleeping? How was the baby? He knew this time was crucial for the baby, and he didn’t even want to imagine anything happening to the baby. 

And what was worse? He couldn’t even tell his parents or yours. Every time they called, he would lie and give them an excuse as per why you couldn’t come to the phone. The guilt was eating him alive, and Jimin was dying to see you, and make sure you were ok. 

Jimin tried to think back to all your friends that you had told him about. But his mind was drawing a blank. Instead, he had his friends look into it the first day you were gone. By the third day though, Taehyung had found the address of your best friend. Taehyung remembers you telling him about her, perhaps even setting up a blind date for the two of them. He had kindly declined at the time. He even ran into her at Jimin’s party. 

Taehyung texted Jimin the address and Jimin rushed out the house the second he saw the text. He knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t be there, but he was willing to try anyone or any place at the moment.


The last three days for you were…terrible. You hadn’t been able to stop crying and you honestly felt numb. You couldn’t eat properly or sleep. You tried, you honestly did. You tried to force down some food for the sake of your baby, but it was just so hard. You were under an immense amount of stress. Suji still wasn’t back from her trip, but she had texted you that she would be back soon.

You woke up that morning and you immediately felt like something was different…something was wrong. You were more dizzy than usualy and there was a dull pain in your stomach. You tried to push the feeling away and thought you were just hungry. So you brushed your teeth and washed your face, hoping you would feel somewhat better, but the dizziness persisted. 

You tried to make your way to the kitchen, but you had to hold on to the sides of the bed or the table to steady yourself. By the time you got to the small living room, that dull pain suddenly felt more sharp and tears started to well up in your eyes. 

You heard a loud knock on the door. You tried your best to walk to the door without stumbling. You prayed to god that it would be Suji, and hopefully she could take care of you because you were honestly about to pass out at any moment. You opened the door and your eyes started to droop, but you could make out the figure in front of you. “J-Jimin” you started. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like, ok? Jiah is the ex I told you abou–” he started, trying to explain things quickly. He was too scared and nervous and he didn’t even seem to realize that state you were in. But before he could get another word out, your interrupted him. You pulled at his shirt.

“J-Jim-Jimin. Hel-help me” you said, before finally passing out and falling into his arms. Jimins eyes widen in shock as he falls to the floor with you in his hands.

“Y/n? Y/N-yah? What’s wrong? Baby? Are you ok?” he asked frantically, tapping on your cheek lightly trying to get you to open your eyes. Jimin’s heart raced a million miles a second, especially when you had no signs of opening your eyes. Thankfully, you were still breathing. But that’s when Jimin saw it. 

That’s when Jimin saw the blood rolling down the sides of your legs


A/N: I’ll end this part here. WHEW talk about angst?! And on that note…happy early thanksgiving! PLEASE tell me what you thought about this part in the comments below or to my inbox. Any feedback is appreciated. I honestly read each and every single comment. Also, I don’t proof read so sorry for all the mistakes. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

"A LETTER TO MY TEENAGE SELF" by SOLANGE KNOWLES

there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.

you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
some of these stages include:

  • the dance-is-life (aka “this leotard is my second skin”) phase.
  • the Bible-thumping-church-camp phase.
    (which coincided and contradicted with the Fiona-Apple-fan-club-president phase)
  • the Nas aficionado-brown-lip-liner-and-Vaseline phase.
  • the Rasta-vegan-thrifter-who-is-determined-to-marry-Brandon-Boyd phase.
  • the football-player’s-girlfriend-who-wears-braided-blond-highlights-and-swears-by-capri-pants phase.

at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.

sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”

i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.

speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.

trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.

the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for, but for now thank them for these three:

  • that you didn’t die when you and your friends drove up a steep mountain in a snowstorm with no experience and bad brakes. that was stupid as hell.
  • that you went to the ensemble theater every summer. i really don’t think you’d be who you are today had it not been for those experiences, teachers, and experimentation with your mind and body.
  • that the universe chose your mom to be your mother.

she is a wonder. you watch her drop off 3 kids at 3 different schools in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, shuffle each of them to their designated activities, and bring them all back to the salon she owns until she closes up with the utmost grace, love, and kindness.

you realize watching a woman balance being a supportive mother, building a successful business from the ground up that was started in her garage, and giving back to the community will make you feel invincible and like the word “no” is just an echo in the universe that you’ll never know. you often take her for granted, but you know with every joint in your bones that she is a phenomenon and you strive to make her proud. you should thank her out loud more, too; tell her you value her. roll your eyes and your neck less. it’s not as cute as you think. tell her you appreciate all that she does, for she makes the impossible look effortless. she surrounds you with other black women who do the same. you study them, and will constantly think of all their stories, their beauty, their strife and their stride. they break down all of the archetypes and stereotypes that you see of black women on tv and in magazines, so you don’t trust those anymore. you thank them for re-writing the script before it was ever etched in your memory.

because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.

sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”

sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.

seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.

you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.

soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.

you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.

there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.

Guide to Borderline: #2
  • ((Before I start, I want to point out that there are other types of bpd, not everyone fits in this "guides" but if you agree feel free to like/rb the post.))
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  • What BPD People Think When You Tell Them;
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  • Let's go out sometime!: When? Everyday is a possible "sometime" so you gotta be specific. Also, should I call you/text you first? Because I will totally wait for you to do it.
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  • Get ready! I am coming to get you! : No. Just no. When I have to go outside I have to prepare myself for days you ain't getting nothing friend.
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  • Why didn't you tell me? : I probably hinted it and you probably missed it because it was a way too small hint so I still secretly blame you for not asking more so I have reasons but they gonna sound stupid.
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  • What is wrong: If you don't want me to keep repeating my "I wanna die because" list then you should stop asking stupid questions.
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  • You are overreacting: Ok I am not, but I can't explain that I am not overreacting because you would see that overreacting too but my settings are just higher then yours so my normal is overreact for you.
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  • Do you miss them?: Honey I miss everything. I miss my fucking self what the hell do you think?
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  • Calm down: Omg what is next? Get yourself together?? Go get your life and hopes and ambitions back?? Which universe you live in pal that ain't happening.
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  • Wanna tell me? : I want to tell my whole life story to people that is passing by the street rn of course I want to tell you. The real question is, you wanna hear a real sad and fucked up story that is my life?
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  • I love you: For now.
Mafia!Got7 when they think your dead but your just going shopping/ maknae line

Got7 as Mafia members when they can’t find you and think your dead, but your actually just going shopping.

requested ~~


Youngjae:

Finally you had time to buy a new dress! Youngjae and you were planning a big party with his gang and since you wanted to didn’t seem to find a nice dress in your closet, you were now at the shopping mall. It didn’t take long and you found a beautiful, dark blue dress that was exactly your taste. You smiled and walked to the changing room, satisfied that you found something so fast. You tried it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t look to bad, hopefully Youngjae would like it too.

You decided to take a picture of the dress and send it to him, so you searched for your phone and unlocked it. But instead of opening the camera you noticed that you had about 5 missed calls. All of them from your boyfriend Youngjae. Suddenly you sighed: You had forgotten to tell him that you were going out. You quickly called him back and he picked up quite fast.

„(Y/N), where the hell are you? Is everything ok? Did someone kidnap you?“

You told him that you were only going shopping and everything was fine. At first you heard nothing, then he talked to someone on the other side of the line.

„Jackson, put that machine gun away. They said the truth, they really didn’t kidnap her. Yugyeom, why are you even fighting with my bread knifes?!!“

You heard disappointed mumbling and you just had to laugh. These boys…

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Bam Bam:

Bam Bam and you had planned a trip to he beach for ages, especially since he bought a mansion with a private beach last month so that you guys wouldn’t be bothered by his enemies. You were looking forward to it, not just because you liked the ocean but also because you were finally going to spend lots of time with your boyfriend. Ever since he was a part of the mafia, time for each other wasn’t something you had often.

It was two days before the trip when suddenly you facepalmed yourself out of the blue. You had planned this whole trip and considered every little detail, yet you had forgotten to buy yourself a bikini or swimsuit. Nice. Good job, (Y/N), you thought to yourself. But in the end all you could do was go and buy yourself some swimwear. The shopping mall was closing in 2 hours and tomorrow was sunday, so you had to hurry.

There were still lots of people at the mall when you arrived, and you went to your favorite store, not really hurrying anymore. At least you wouldn’t be the only costumer, that was always awkward so you avoided it. You entered the little, cute store and walked to the swimwear section.

4 stores later you finally left the shop with a bag. That hadn’t been as easy as planned, but at least you’d found a nice bikini! You made your way to the exit when suddenly, you felt arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped and tried to punch the stranger, suddenly panicking. You hadn’t even considered the fact that somebody might try to abduct or even kill you. Which wasn’t even offbeat ever since your relationship with Bam Bam went viral.

„Eum, excuse me? I searched the whole city for you, I thought you were dead, finally I found you and know your trying to punch me?“

You sighed in relief when you heard Bam Bams sulky but also amused voice. You wanted to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.

„It’s ok, don’t even bother, jagi. You’ll make it up to me anyways.“

You could basically hear the wink he gave you.

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 Yugyeom:

Today you got up quite early in the morning, so Yugyeom was still asleep. You smiled at his sleeping form. He seemed so inncocent, even cute. But you knew better, neither was he innocent nor was it cute when he was killing his enemies without any effort. But that was the life he chose and you respected that decision. You walked into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, but when you opened the fridge, you frowned. Why was it so… empty? You rolled your eyes. Probably Jin again. That hacker was eating like a beast. Since you didn’t want to wake up Yugyeom, you decided to go to the grocery store. It would only take 10 minutes, no need to leave a message for your boyfriend who was still sleeping like a stone.

You ended up leaving the store about 40 minutes later, since you’d met an old high school friend of yours and wanted to catch up with her a little bit. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers and now you where walking home in quite a good mood.

When you opened the door and went to the kitchen, an unusual scene appeared in front of you. Yugyeom and about 5 of his closest friends where sitting around the kitchen table. Their leather jackets didn’t really seem to fit the colourful flower print on the table cloth. When they saw you, they got silent. Some were watching you with amusement, some seemed to be confused. Yugyeom sighed and closed his eyes.

„There you are. Guys, just leave now. Wait. Jin, put the apple back.“

After all of them left, you sat next to Yugyeom and looked at him with a confused look.

„(Y/N). Please don’t tell me you where just grocery shopping. I think that was the first time I was actually scared.“

He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you. He really must’ve been scared for you, considering the fact that he wasn’t even mad.

„You know, I’m quite hungry now tho. And the plan me and the guys just made was extremely good, so maybe I’ll just blow up the other gang anyways.“

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


 

Oh my god. I got so carried away with these O.o  They basically got little Imagines. I’m sorry X’D

I hope you guys like it anyways~~

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Dadvid AU thoughts

because it’s my fave

- in this AU Max is 16 and David is 30, he still works at the camp but Gwen doesn’t, so he has to manage it on his own. they still keep in touch though

- social services finally realised how shitty Max’s parents were and put him into a children’s home, until David appeared like the precious angel man he is and adopted him

- sometimes Max helps at Camp Campbell over the summer as David’s ‘mini co-counsellor’

- “hey kids, I’d like you all to meet Max, my mini co-counsellor!”

“suck a dick David”

- no matter what he says he loves it really

- Max isn’t great at school because his time spent with his parents (who were really fucking discouraging and always telling him he needed to do better) just made him stop trying because he could apparently 'never do well enough’, so he skives a lot, is rude to teachers and doesn’t pay much attention in class

- so David goes to his parent’s evening and gets bombarded with all this crap about Max being inadequate

- so he just

- kinda

- really passive aggressively tells them to go diddle themselves

- and voila, Max is now homeschooled and actually does so much better because David’s all about positive reinforcement and is really sweet and patient but also firmly but gently makes sure he learns everything he needs to and pays attention

- David makes learning fun :D *sparkles*

- because he’s homeschooled and pretty hostile towards people in general Max doesn’t really have any friends

- like, some of the campers he helps out with are ok but they’re kinda way too young to be his friends

- so the only friends he really has are the campers from when HE was at Camp Campbell, and he hasn’t seen them in like 6 years

- his birthday rolls around and David’s all

“UwU we need do do something special!! invite all your friends!! let’s have a party!! I’ll bake a cake!!”

and Max tells him he doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t want anything big

- he does really, and David can tell

- so Max wakes up on his birthday, gets dressed, and goes through to the mess hall for breakfast

- and as soon as he walks in he realises EVERYONE’S THERE

- LITERALLY EVERYONE

- and it turns out David stayed up for nights on end to track everyone down and invite them

“aww, Max! is this the first time you’ve hugged me?? :’D”

“DO N O T LOOK TOO DEEPLY INTO THIS”

Naked Birds - Tim Drake x Reader

Summary : You are Tim’s girlfriend, and today, you play some strip poker with the batboys…(Tim is a bit older than he is currently in the comics, like he’s around 19 or something).

for @gobydana, hope you’ll like it (I’m always stressed the people who requested things are gonna be like : “that’s shit”) : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It was a Saturday afternoon on a rainy day when everything happened, when you gain your boyfriend’s older brothers’ respect. And also embarrassed them more than they ever been embarrassed in their lives. 

Dick, Jason, Tim and you were spending some times altogether, getting to know each other, as in five years of relationship with Tim, you never really had time to hang out with his family (busy people). 

Bruce was at work, Alfred had a day off, and Damian was hanging out with some friends (which was so rare that no one dared to tell him to stay to spent the day with you guys). 

-No Jason, we  are NOT playing strip poker right now. 

-But I’m bored and a movie is…

-I said we’re not ! 

-Why nooooowwwt ? 

-Because it’s only you, Dick, (Y/N) and I, I don’t need to see my brothers naked. 

-And (Y/N) ?

-We’ve been together for five years, what, you think I never saw her naked ? 

-I never saw her naked. 

-Good.

Jason gives his brother an infuriating smile and, taking some soda cans while Tim takes a giant bowl of pop-corns, they go back to the living room where you and Dick are waiting. 

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Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include...

This was requested by a lovely anon :) I hope I did a decent job I did write this while on the train towards college so it might not be as good but I kept the car accident out of this one just to keep it light :) 

Originally posted by 13-lara

- Studying together, the two of you always study on Wednesday nights usually at your house since your parents work late and always leave you dinner money so Jeff comes over and you study together and order pizza for dinner 

- Going for late night drives, Jeff loves driving especially at night so on warm summer nights he picks you up and he drives around with the windows down and the music turned up loud

- Dates to the cinema, your favourite place to go on dates is to the cinema to see whatever movie is on it was were you and Jeff had your first date and now you go there every year on your anniversary 

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Secrets Out

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}


You sat down on the couch “s-so…” and the room fell silent. They all looked at you like you were going to break down at any second. They looked into your bloodshot and dark eyes, they saw you’ve been crying a lot and their hearts hurt knowing that they most have hurt you so much. “y-y/n” Jungkook said quietly “we need to explain ourselves to you…” he looked down at the ground, afraid to look up at you and see your pained face.

You sat down on the couch “s-so…” and the room fell silent. They all looked at you like you were going to break down at any second. They looked into your bloodshot and dark eyes, they saw you’ve been crying a lot and their hearts hurt knowing that they most have hurt you so much. “y-y/n” Jungkook said quietly “we need to explain ourselves to you…” he looked down at the ground, afraid to look up at you and see your pained face

You could feel the anger rising in you. ‘4 years?!’ ‘this has been going on since then?’  “w-why” you managed to stutter out without tearing up. Taehyung who sat right in front of you reached for your hand, bringing it to his chest where his heart his “y-y/n please I-” you quickly moved your hand away “tell me, I don’t know how I could trust you again but please tell me what happened. all of it. So that I could at least try to change that” you said with visible annoyance in your voice. “ok fine but please, trust us when we say we are so sorry and that we love you no matter what” Taehyung looked into your eyes, he really meant it you could tell. “we sent Jungkook to make friends with you first and we didn’t know how much of an amazing person you are y/n we thought we’d just play around with the newbie. It went on a few weeks before we all really liked you, and we forgot all about the bet. We became real friend’s y/n and I wouldn’t change that for the world and even though we all regret what we did to you we wouldn’t change it because if it never happened we wouldn’t have been best friends with you. we all love you so much.

You looked up at them. You didn’t know what to say. You looked at Taehyung with hopeful eyes and said, “how much” with a weak smile. You wanted to cry. You felt your anxiety attacking you head first. Taehyung was silent he hung his head down on your shoulder, not wanted to answer he was scared to hurt you again. He didn’t want to talk he wanted to hug you and never let you go. He wanted to whisper sweet nothing into your ear. Tell you it would be ok. That they were stupid. That he loved you so much. But he just sat there. Practically glued to his chair. “Taehyung how much was the bet” you said sternly.

“whoever had an argument with you first had to buy the rest food for a month…” he mumbled, barely being heard. Your mind went back to the first argument you had with one of the boys and suddenly you were sat on their couch staring at jin with wide eyes full of tears threatening to fall. “Jin… we… you…” you said choking on your words. “no, no y/n I didn’t buy food for them I promise you by that time we forgot all about it and we were genuinely friend’s y/n please…believe me” jin now tears threatening to fall down his face. He practically jumped on the couch beside you and hugged you as tight as he could without hurting you. “you just sat there practically frozen. “So, the first couple weeks meant nothing to you?” all of them looked up at you in unison but before they could say anything you blurted out “because they really meant so much to me, I was going through so much crap before I meant you all and you all know what I’m talking about!” you chuckled sarcastically. The tears threatening to fall finally fell, staining your face. You wanted to sob, you wanted to just cry your heart out, you wanted someone to hug you, comfort you, tell you everything was going to be ok. You let out one sob before covering your mouth. You shut your eyes so hard you just wanted to disappear you wanted to open your eyes and end up back in a time where you were all happy where none of this happened. but when you opened your eyes again you were still in the same place same spot with Jin beside you staring at the floor Taehyung sat in front of you looking at you worried with tears also streaming his face.

They hated seeing you like this and what made it feel even worse was that they caused this pain they were hearing. You stood up and walked quickly to the door before you felt someone’s arm around your waist stopping you. “let me go” you said between breaths and tears. “y/n please stay with us” it was Yoongi he had his arm around your waist blocking you from moving he moved one hand against your back, rubbing it slowly to calm you down. “Let me go!” you felt like screaming but he just wouldn’t let you go. You tried to run, you tried hitting his arm anything to let him let you go but he wouldn’t “y/n please calm down” he heard him he sounded like he was crying as well. “let me go!” you yelled louder. “let me go” you now mumbled quietly over again. Soon your words were covered over the sounds of your sobs. You gave up now just crying letting go of everything you had bottled up. Your knees letting go, Yoongi held you up slowly lowering to the floor with you. you both were crying as he held you in his arms. Nothing was said, you didn’t fight him, you didn’t say anything to you, you just let him hold you as you both cried. Your tears stopped slowly, every now and the letting out a noise. Yoongi’s head against your chest as he cried on the floor where you were both sitting. You looked up to see Jungkook also crying he tried to hide it wiping his tears away as fast as he could but you caught him. Namjoon and Hoseok also in tears and Jimin just trying to hide away and Taehyung still sat at the couch with his head down. You put your arm up while looking at Jungkook. He walked over to you with tears in his eyes sat by you and cried into your shoulder.

Hoseok was the next to come and soon everyone except Taehyung was sitting on the floor with you and Yoongi. When you all stopped crying you stood up and walked over to taehyung, you helped him up a bit but he still hung his head trying to hide himself from you. he slowly raised his face, made eye contact with you before throwing his arms over you and crying into your shoulder again. You shushed him quietly, calming him down. “y/n I’m so sorry” taehyung said his voice sounded weak and tired. “its ok” you whispered into his ear.

You were still hurt but you knew they really hurt as much as you did, you could tell they were telling the truth, that they really were sorry. you quietly put a movie on the TV and you all watched it. You were cuddling with Jungkook during the movie, and soon you fell asleep against him. One more tear dared to fall but you were happy again. You have made up with them. You wanted to trust them again. You wanted to be best friends with them again. You couldn’t imagine a life without them. And you were ready to look past what happened.

A/N : woahhh so thats the end! i was supposed to make a couple more parts i think but it ended here and I’m ok with that lmao. i hope this was a content ending for y'all! i might making an alternative ending tho idk yet lol should i? anyways I’m pretty happy with how this series went and i hoped you enjoyed it. sorry i didn’t post this earlier i had writers block and i didn’t know how to begin part 5 lmao but i did it~ so i hope you all liked it. i hope the ending was good! see you all later~~

Never Again

4,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader agrees to watch scary movies with Dean even though they terrify her.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Halloween Request: @abbessolute


“Y/N!”

“In the kitchen, Dean!” The second you call out, the hurried sound of heavy work boots echos throughout the bunker. Your boyfriend’s brisk pace as he enters the room makes your head snap over to the doorway.

“What’s up, Winchester?”

The huge smile spread across his face makes you pause in confusion, “You didn’t buy more western memorabilia again did you?” You sigh pointing to the bag dangling from his hand.

“Don’t play favorites, Y/N.” He immediately defends. “Sammy continues to buy more and more books then litters them all around the freaking place.”

“Yeah but…”

“And I get hell for buying wagon wheel salt and pepper shakers one time? They’re bad ass.” Dean emphasizes to you.

“First of all, you’ve bought a lot more than that over the years, weirdo. And second, the stupid shakers are sitting on the kitchen counter. They are beyond ridiculous but I keep them there for you.”

“I was nesting, woman!”

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How season 7 of Game of Thones should have been:

After the lords are questioning Jon’s decisions- 

Arya: Hey Sansa wtf why didn’t you totally go crazy on those dudes for questioning Jon. Like we should kill them. 

Sansa: Yo chill little sis. Remember when Robb killed Karstark and then everything went to shit. That’s not how we can play things. 

Arya: Oh shit you right. By the way I totally don’t trust Littlefinger. He’s a bitch. 

Sansa: Totally agree, but we need a reason before we can take him out. 

Arya: Yeah I guess and you know we should really talk about the shit we went though to better understand each other. 

Sansa: Great idea, sis!  Now let’s go see Ghost bc he’s still here and everyone wants him in the show. 

Girls go play with Ghost bc I know y’all have the budget for it. 


After Littlefinger leads Arya to Sansa’s letter- 

Arya: Girl, did you tell Littlefinger to hide this letter you wrote to Robb when you were being held hostage by the Lannisters and dad was a prisoner and it clearly sounds like that bitch Cersei. 

Sansa: Whaaaaaat!?! No, why? 

Arya: Bc he totally wanted me to find it and I think he’s trying to use it to turn us against each other, which is dumb bc you were a child and it was a scary situation. Also the tv version of my character spent the better part of season 2 as Tywin Lannisters servant. Ya know cause we were all just trying to survive. 

Sansa: Woah crazy, but also what a stupid plan, Littlfinger is better than this. We should ask Bran about this bc he hasn’t really participated in anything for awhile. 


Later on with Bran -

Sansa: Bran we need your help.

Bran: emotionless I’m the three-eyed raven.

Sansa and Arya: We know.

Sansa: So wtf is Littlefinger up to. 

Bran: Confirms everything the girls thought and tells them about how the dude basically started all the shit. 

Arya: Cool thanks B. I’m gonna go kill him now.

Sansa: Ok sis have fun!

-high fives all around- 

Bran: goes back to staring at the wall or something.


Daenerys after Yara is taken captive - 

Dany: I’m going to get Yara bc we’re allies and thats what allies do. Also while I’m there I think I’ll burn all of Euron Greyjoys ships and kill him bc Idk him yet but I already hate him. 

Everyone: Omg yas!! He’s literally the worst. 


Jon at Eastwatch with the squad - 

Jon: Before we actually go on this super dangerous wight hunt I’m gonna write Sansa and see what she thinks about this whole trip. 

Sansa’s response to letter talking about wight hunt- 

Sansa: Dude, Cersei will never help anyone don’t even try. This is way more dangerous and will probably be pointless. All y’all need to come chill at Winterfell. Bring the Sandor Clegane I really want to see him and Arya said for Gendry to get his ass over her bc ya know reunion time!!! Also Bran wanted me to tell you not to have sex with anyone until he can talk to you first, he’ll explain when you get here just keep it in your pants for now. 


No useless sister fighting. Bran does some productive shit for once. Everyone goes to Winterfell. Euron’s fleet is destroyed. My beautiful Yara is saved. Sansan and Gendrya reunions actually happen.  NIGHT KING DOES NOT GET A DRAGON. 

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okay im actually a little pissed rn so i pause the bi lance content to give you some Gay Lance Content

• he repressed all of his feelings towards other boys for a really long time and still has trouble with it even after he’s out

• he grew up in a very homophobic
environment so he instinctively overcompensates and tries to flirt with every girl he sees

• he’s Very Obviously uncomfortable if a girl actually pursues him but he doesn’t have the heart or confidence reject anyone so no one questions it and just brushes it off as him being anxious

• hunk is the first guy he meets who is out about Loving Boys and that kind of terrifies him but also makes him feel safe

• he tells hunk in private about his feelings and hunk’s like “hey it’s ok” and comforts him for weeks on end about it and promises to never tell anyone

• keith is also gay and not closeted but also not extremely open about it like hunk. like he’s not going to show up wearing a pride shirt but if someone asks he’s not afraid to tell them.

• this infuriates lance because “he’s already better than me at everything and on top of that he’s comfortable in his own skin and gagsbwhwj”

• when he starts bonding with the team more he really starts to Go Overboard with the whole “hello i am straight” thing to try and make shiro feel more comfortable around him but he still favors keith and it destroys lance

• hunk is fully aware of what lance is doing and tries to help him be more open about his sexuality

• eventually lance warms up to the idea a bit more and slowly stops overcompensating so much about “loving ” girls and his teammates notice but don’t think much of it (except for hunk, he’s so proud of lance omg you guys). he’s not openly flirting with guys yet but it’s a start.

• when he comes out it’s a Very Big Thing he sits everyone down and can only say “i’m gay” before breaking down but he gets only love and support and he’s so overwhelmed he CANT BELIEVE

• the other paladins are a bit confused at first bc lance never flirts with boy aliens or anything like he used to do on girls and hunk calmly explains that that wasn’t lance, that was just a facade

• lance develops a crush on hunk (or, rather, he’s had one for a while but had been repressing it) and is very shy about it he only does little things like lean his head on his shoulder or casually lock arms with him or find excuses to play with his hair (“oh hunk your headband’s a little wonky let me fix it”)

• eventually he finds himself staring at not only hunk, but keith as well, and both boys begin to worm their way into his daydreams

• they both catch on one day when lance is frustrated and, when asked whats wrong, responds with “i think i like these two guys but i dont know if theyd like me back”

• lance is at his most vulnerable state, letting himself love boys and letting boys love him but he’s happier than he’s ever been and finally comfortable in his skin

@evakteket fall challenge 

(that I demanded like the brat I am and Kit delivered so awesomely)

1 – Coffee Shop AU    
3 – Cold Snap    
3 – Beanie Hats

Everything looked tinged in gold in this season. He never really knew when it started; was it a certain date? Just a random day? Did it happen gradually? Who knew, it always crept up on Even, one moment everything was green and the next the whole world seemed yellow and cozy and just so nice.


This feeling only grew when the little bell above the door went off and his favorite customer came in. Even couldn’t hide the smile spreading on his face as he spotted the by now familiar golden curls.
 

“Halla!” he greeted and leaned forward, both hands on the counter. He could never help the movement or, well, he didn’t really register it at first. Not until Elias – who thankfully was in the back and couldn’t see him drool all over the counter – had mentioned that he always swayed toward Isak.

 

Isak. That was his name. Even had only found that out through what he thought had been a genius stunt: He had taken his order and then said “Name?” with a pen ready at the to go cup in his hand.
 

The thing was, at Starbucks they always asked the customer’s name. The little coffeeshop Even worked at however? He hadn’t had asked once the past few weeks since Isak had been coming to get his daily coffee fix in the morning. This meant that the question didn’t come across as casual or inconspicuous as Even had hoped for.
 

“Uuh, Isak,” the boy had responded quietly. Isak then cleared his throat awkwardly, his brows furrowing even more. Even had grinned at him and nodded.
 

“Isak,” he’d repeated quietly as he wrote the name on the cup (and stopped himself before he drew a heart on it or something) and when he looked up again there had been a red tinge to the boy’s cheeks.

Now, there was a tinge to his cheeks too, and on the tips of his ears, but sadly it was more likely due to the sudden coldsnap that had taken Oslo by surprise than Even’s presence behind the counter. Isak shuddered a bit and lifted his arm, as if to reach for one of his seemingly frozen ears, but lowered it onto the counter instead.
 

“Hi.” He sounded a bit breathless, a sheepish smile spreading on his face. “Fucking cold.”  
 

“No hat?” Even asked with a scolding tsk, reaching for the already prepared (read: doodled on) to go cup and began with the usual order before Isak could say anything.
 

“No,” Isak sighed, “Jonas took mine when he left this morning.” A fond eyeroll followed that. Oh. Jonas. Even felt his smile falter a bit. He saw Isak’s dim a bit, too, after he looked at him. Even forced the brightest smile back on his lips.


“That’s not very gallant of Jonas.” The name tasted bitter. Or maybe he was just being dramatic. Of course, that cute golden boy had someone in his life already and wasn’t waiting for Even to swoop him off his feet, one doodled on coffee at a time.
 

Isak tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “No, he can be a dick.” He sounded fond as hell as he said it, though. It took all of Even not to pout at that.
 

He put the finishing touches to Isak’s order and then he slid the finished coffee over the counter towards him.

“Takk.” Isak smiled and looked curiously at the cup because, fuck. Even had begun to doodle random things on them a while ago. Mostly doodles of Isak with his books, or with a huge coffee, or with a red nose the week he fought a cold or sometimes just something that inspired Even in the moment (for example a squirrel that looked suspiciously like a certain boy with curls that escaped a beanie on his head, the huge scarf and a backpack beside it).
 

Today though, Even had decided to be bold, and had drawn Isak sitting on the ground, face buried in his scarf, hands clasped around his steaming mug of coffee and beside Isak there was a doodled guy - who, with his coif and denim jacket looking very much like himself - an arm draped around Isak’s shoulders.

Isak stared at it.
 

Was running away something he could play off next time Isak came around? Because it felt pretty tempting now.
 

He had to come up with something that would spare them both the awkwardness of Isak telling Even this was not ok, since he had a hat-stealing boyfriend to go home to. But all that played on repeat in his mind was fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
 

Isak, eyes on the counter, inhaled deeply and then rushed “CanImaybegetyournumber?” out on an exhale.
 

Even - needing a second to decipher the mumbled words - stared at Isak, who bit the side of his lips and let his eyes look at everything but Even’s face.
 

“Uhm,” Isak started but Even’s brain finally kicked to a start again.
 

“My number?” he asked, sounding so perplex that it made Isak snap his eyes back up to him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
 

“Uhm, uh, yeah but I mean I- you don’t ha-“ Isak stammered out and then seemed to decide that flight was the better option because he suddenly loudly cleared his throat, lifted the hand that wasn’t holding the coffee and did a little awkward wave. “-anyway thank you for the coffee, bye.” And turned on his heels.
 

“Wha- wait, wait, wait! Isak!” Isak was already in the door when Even called after him. He hesitated for a second and then closed the door again. The bell ringing, again, as Isak turned around in slow motion.

 
“Jonas.” Even said, because his brain decided it was time for a break once again.


Isak’s eyes widened. “What?” He looked quite shocked to be honest. Then again, Even thought, if you ask for someone’s number and they answer with the name of your boyfriend that could startle a person. Oh, right, his turn to talk.

“Uhm, should you not just have, uhm, Jonas’ number?” It made no sense but he thought it would bring the point across without calling Isak out for cheating and also, hinting that this was a big no no for him.
 

Isak screwed his face up and it was hands down the most adorable thing Even had ever seen. His nose scrunched up and crinkled, his eyes were almost non-existent with the force he drew his face together with.
 

“Why would I have only Jonas’ number? Hva faen, Even?” The exasperated and overly dramatic way Isak said his name made butterflies flutter in Even’s stomach.

“He has your hat.” Even explained weakly. At first Isak shook his head in confusion, but then understanding dawned on his face. His mouth dropped open and after a second longer he snorted out a laugh.
 

“No! Oh my god, no. No no no no no. Jonas is just my best friend. He crashed because we were so high last night he was convinced he’d freeze to death if he left my flat.”
 

Oh. Ooh.
 

“Oh.” This was great news. Fantastic news. Even felt his face morph into a relieved smile.
 

“Yeah.” Isak answered on a chuckle, then he shuffled with his feet nervously. “Yeah, soo…” he began and bit the side of his lips again.
 

Even’s eyes lit up with the knowledge that he 1. already knew that this was a nervous gesture of Isak’s and 2. that that meant Isak was nervous. Nervous if Even would give him his number. Isak wanted his number. Isak wanted his number and was not taken.
 

“Yes!” It came out too loud in the small room and they both jumped a bit.
 

Even grabbed for another to go cup and began scrabbling his number on it. (Of course, he made a mistake and had to scratch through a digit. He hesitated for only a moment before he made the scratched out digit into a heart he had wanted to draw for forever.)

When he held the cup out, Isak came back to the counter and took it, grinning. He looked giddy. He looked adorable! He looked perfect.
 

“Do you write all your stuff on these?” Isak asked and Even raised his brows before he pursed his lips to the side to try to at least tame his answering grin.
 

“It was either that or write it on your arm, but I thought the cup would be the more classy choice.” Isak let out a laugh - ok hey there was Even’s new favorite sound alright – and rolled his eyes fondly, after which he looked up at Even through his lashes. There was a crooked smile that lifted one side of his mouth and Even felt his eyes dart down to those Cupid’s bow lips. When his eyes flicked back up, he saw Isak look at his own lips. Hands on the counter again, Even felt himself sway forward.
 

“Jesus, I swear it’s like you two have connecting magnets inside of you.” Elias’ voice cut through the charged moment. His best friend squeezed past him behind the counter, arms loaded with the newly arrived autumn to go cups.
 

“Uhm, yeah ok, uh, thanks.” A very red Isak mumbled now, holding his cup up and then added, “again,” with a small chuckle, before he was out the door for real this time.

“Did I interrupt something?” The innocent tone in Elias’ voice was betrayed by the huge smug grin on his face.

“Fuck you.” It lacked heat, though, since Even laughed while he said the words. Elias laughed too, dodging the towel Even threw at him and clapped Even on the back before he moved past him again for more cups. Even was already excited to start on new doodles for Isak on them.
 

Still grinning Even fished his phone out of his pocket. Damn it, he should’ve asked for Isak’s number back. It itched in his fingers to text him already.
 

His train of thought was interrupted by a ping from his phone.
  

unknown number:
❤️

Forget the butterflies, Even felt something stomp around in there. Isak fucking answered the heart Even had drawn on the cup. After he saved Isak’s number and before he had time to come up with what to respond with he saw the three dots appear. Shortly after that:
 

🍂 Isak 🍂
oh it’s isak btw
the heart was because of your heart you gave me
fuck
I meant the one you drew on the cup
not anything cheesy
 

Even laughed out loud and decided to end Isak’s rambled suffering. He fucking loved autumn. 

Enraged Autism Grandma Is Pissed Autistic Adult Is Unable To Exhaust Themself Emotionally And Be Peppy Puppet

So this incident (and another one, for another submission) has been on my mind for a while… And I think I might want to vent about it now.

Background: If you’ve seen any of my submissions before, I try to mention that I work at the Blue Home Improvement Store, or Blow(e)’s as some people call it.

I am on the autism spectrum. I also try to mention this so people give me less shit for my odd reactions to situations. It has happened before, so you’ve been warned I guess. 

Unfortunately I also have some other mental health issues that come into play sometimes while I’m at work. I struggle with psychotic symptoms related to trauma on occasion and I try to suppress them at work but if i trigger myself on accident or something triggers me I will sometimes shut my emotions completely off and/or dissociate. During these times I feel like “a different person.” I have names for all my “personas” but that’s neither here nor there. (It’s mostly for ease of telling my partner what’s going on/what kind of reaction I’m having) The main point is that this was a maladaptive coping mechanism from previous neglect in a relationship and I basically broke up my conscious to deal with emotions and stressful situations better, to feel like i was being taken care of by someone. I’ve been trying my hardest to cope with situations better and piece my identity back together with a lot of success, I’m a lot happier now in my current relationship and I have better things to cope with. It still happens fairly infrequently however.

So one day, I have one of these episodes. This is the biggest one I’ve had at work. I’m working outside in my favorite section and one of these personas was active for me. The thing about this persona is that I turn into someone with a very flattened affect, that is curious but quiet and doesn’t respond well to humor or other certain things. The main purpose here was to shut off my emotions so I didn’t cry and freak out and just overall be bummed out instead. 

So in comes this customer, an old dude and his wife. I get along well with a lot of people outside, inside too but again outside garden is my favorite place to be, and usually when I’m out there I’m super peppy and smiley and customer service-y. The problem here was the timing. I was still in a weird mood from the thing that triggered me, and I wasn’t peppy like I usually was, of course, because doing that would have literally drained me so fast that I wouldn’t have been able to function for the rest of my shift. I was trying to conserve energy long enough so I could calm down and keep going.

But these people… Ok so I’m not smiling, I’m handling their purchase very matter-of-factly, but I’m not being rude! I’m asking all my questions, I’m chatting idly with them, doing everything I’m supposed to, the only thing was that I wasn’t super peppy.

So this old dude tells me to smile. I pause, face blank, trying to process, not understanding why it’s necessary. His wife joins in. And I can’t smile, but I can’t think well enough to tell them that I’m unable to do that or else I’ll exhaust myself. And then the wife has the gall to get upset over this.

She said she was just trying to cheer me up. She starts asking invasive questions like if I’m having a bad day. I can’t respond, can’t think fast enough. The only thing I’m able to blurt out is “I have autism” and she’s like “what?” so I repeated, “I’m on the autism spectrum.”

AND THIS LADY.

THIS FUCKING LADY.

“You don’t seem autistic, my nephew/grandson/whoever is autistic and you’re nothing like him” im thinking to myself Uhh Duhh?

So as I’m trying to process what she’s telling me I look at her, a bit confused. A problem I’ve had most of my life is that people tend to read my facial expressions and tone as being aggressive, angry, disrespectful, etc. despite me trying to be neutral, inoffensive, you get the idea. And I get that my thinking face involves me scrunching my face muscles up so that I look mad or like I’m giving her the stink eye. But I wasn’t!

And she just loses it. I finish up with her purchase and stuff and as I’m trying to explain myself to her, that “normally i’m much more pleasant” and such she doesn’t want to hear it. I’ve offended her by existing as an autistic person that isn’t a carbon copy of her nephew or grandson, who is having trouble emoting and processing what she’s saying.

She storms out when she’s done, muttering, enraged, and I heard her say through the fence/gate as they loaded up their car, “talk about a PISS POOR ATTITUDE. that’s a good way to get yourself FIRED

So of course they come up to complain later, and a few days later my support manager comes up to me and asks me to make a statement on this. She said, and i quote “If this is true I’m going to be very upset” and i’m ???? 

You should know me, woman! You’ve seen how I work before, you know I’m a hard worker and everyone sings their praises up and down about me, but thanks for the doubt and making me feel like you think I can somehow be a Bad Person despite all your evident knowledge on my character…

I have no idea what these people told her, but I sat down and wrote out a long explanation of what had happened, from my perspective, and acknowledged that if she wanted to punish me that was fine and i wouldn’t object. 

Nothing occurred after that. I’m thankful for that, but I’m still kind of upset that she spoke to me like that and seemed to take the customer’s side. I was very anxious at work for a time after that, because I thought they were all mad at me or I would get punished/fired because of it. She’s moved stores since then, but still. I liked her too - I try to be on good terms with most of my coworkers.

I guess the main takeaway here is that old people are the worst customers. Man, fuck customers, and fuck management.

harry drunk dialling merlin because his friend is on vacation while he’s had enough of pining for his nominated recruit like: 

“you don’t get it hammy,” he squeezes his eyes and sighs into the receiver, “he’s got this cute crinkle in his eyes when i do something that amuses him, which i endeavour to often enough, and his hair? i don’t even know what colour it is. under the sunlight it gleams golden like an angel’s wings, not that i’ve seen actual angelic wings, i bet if any human was allowed to have wings it’d be him. eggsy’s an angel whom i’m not supposed to have feelings for, to fall in love with, because he’s straight.” a hiccup, harry’s, and an audible gasp from the other line. “i know! and i have it on good authority that he’s shagging lancelot.”  

“harry, what do you mean, you’re in love with me?” 

“hammy? since when do you sound like eggsy?” 

“are you drunk?” 

“very. i’m also heartbroken.” 

“okay, i can’t say it now at the risk of you forgetting everything once you’re sober, but i have to tell you this: i’m not straight. i’m bisexual and roxy? she’s dating amelia. now go to bed, but drink lots of water ok? i’m heading over to your place tomorrow, we’ve got a lot to go over.” 

“yeah, okay. goodnight.”

“night, harry.” 

“love you, eggsy.”

harry might not recall this in the morning, when he’d wake up with the hangover of the century, but before hanging up, he can hear eggsy’s affectionate reply, “and i you.” 

don’t worry about them though, eggsy will make sure to repeat it to harry after that night, and for many nights after that. 

The Recruit (Chapter 11) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 62″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Beth, Dan Brunski, Peter Collins, Jacob Clemens & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Separation anxiety, anxiety, somewhat detailed description of sexual assault/attempted rape.

IM SERIOUS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. you can always just message me and ask me what important plot you missed.

Author’s Note: “y/n/n” means your nickname, like if your name can be shortened to something, if it can’t then just go with your name. “y/f/i” means the first initial of your first name. 

Summary: Mitch is forced to take a day trip with Stan to the Ghost Protocol Training facilities, and y/n takes off for New York City to see someone from her past.

Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Originally posted by stileslydias

“Y/n/n.. Y/n/n…” Mitch whispered and nudged you awake. “Hey, hey… it’s me.” You flinched backwards in your bed, your legs struggling to get you upright fast enough under your sheets. You were clearly having a nightmare about the attack. Mitch wanted to leave even less.

“What’s going on? Why are you dressed?” You asked groggily.

“I heard Stan telling Aiden that he’d be gone for a couple of days so I went and slept in my room after you fell asleep. I was worried he’d come in my room and I wouldn’t be there.”

“You’re leaving?”

Mitch held up Joseph Heller’s novel, Catch-22.

“You’re going back to Ghost..”

“Yea and I’ve gotta go now. I told Stan that I’d be down in a minute, I was just stealing one of your books. I’ll only be gone for a day.”

“Be careful.” You looked up at him with emotional eyes, and he nodded.

“I will.” Mitch leaned down and left a lingering, sad kiss on your lips.

Don’t go.” was what you wanted to say but didn’t. You watched him walk out the door, your book in his hand, and you sunk back into your pillow. It was still dark out. You glanced up at the bookcase on your wall and saw the space where Catch-22 had been. It was the first time that he had left in a month and you were anything but excited to go through the day without him. You decided you wouldn’t.

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eeiwalefoxshirt  asked:

ok so i saw the thing you reblogged where you said dont drink the nightshade or mugwort and j know those are bad but this acct followed me on ig and they make "herbal cigarettes" that have mugwort in them??? isnt that bad?

If the amount of mugwort in said cigarette is really small, then no, it’s probably not harmful.

The “don’t drink the mugwort” refers to all the witchy books that I see just recommending mugwort as a cure for everything and telling people to just go ahead and dump it into their tea and incense blends by the spoonful, without mentioning that it has psychoactive properties, interacts badly with bloodthinners and certain heart and seizure medications, and is hella dangerous to consume or inhale if you’re pregnant or nursing.

Nonsense like that is why I make a point of telling new witchlings to pick up books on practical herbalism, so that they know the potential health risks of using certain herbs and don’t wind up getting themselves or someone else hurt because of some pagan author’s bad advice.

Tell Me the Truth

Word count: 2,659

Warning: Smut

Summary: A mix up at the animal clinic leads to Y/N confessing her feelings to Stiles in front of the pack but it is better received than she ever could have hoped.

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hope you enjoy it and make sure to request any further imagines that you would like to see.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

“Hey Scott.” You had arrived at the animal clinic just as Scott’s shift was finishing.

“Hey Y/N. You ready for movie night tonight?”

“Is the whole pack coming?”

“Yeah we’re heading over to Stiles’ house because his dad is working the night shift so we won’t be disturbing him.” You were vaguely listening while toying with Deaton’s many jars but your ears pricked up when Stiles’ name was mentioned. You had been friends with him and Scott since, well, forever, but recently your true feelings for Stiles had begun to emerge. Of course had been calling it since day one and had confided in Kira, who confided in Lydia, who confided in everyone else. Except Stiles. So now the whole pack knew about your feelings except for the man himself but they all claimed that he shared your feelings. You found that hard to believe and you didn’t want to get your hopes up so you simply repressed your feelings and continued to be his best friend.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I read your "Mc's Dad wanna talk" you are awesome...!!! Can you please Do RFA+Saeran+V meeting MC's parents who are protective of MC and couldn't trust the boys easily..

thank you so much!!

for those wondering which HC this anon is talking about, it’s here


Yoosung:

  • as if he wasn’t already nervous enough
  • hearing the conversation MC was having with her parents over the phone a day before the meeting gave him soooo much anxiety
  • “It’s okay dad, I promise, Yoosung’s a great boyfriend. You’ll love him”
  • *indecipherable yelling*
  • “MOM! WILL YOU CALM DOWN? I’m not moving to another country.. I just want to move in with Yoosung.”
  • *more yelling*
  • “Oh my god, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. See you guys. Yea, love you. Bye.”
  • MC was rolling her eyes but Yoosung, this poor bb was freaking out
  • “Don’t worry, they’re just being overprotective- hey, are you okay? You’re sweating”

Zen:

  • “MC do your parents think I’m a bad guy?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do they hate me already?”
  • “.. no”
  • “Do you think they’ll make me cut my hair-”
  • “Jesus Zen, it’s 3am. It’ll be alright. They’ll love you when they see you tomorrow, I promise.”
  • *the next day*
  • “N- NICE TO MEET YOU MR. AND MRS. MC’SLASTNAME”
    • sorry idk what to put so^^ that’s what i’m going with
  • “Nice to meet you too…”
  • *pulls MC to a side*
  • “Honey, why are his eyes bloodshot? And why is he sweating? Did he not sleep last night.. what kinda of job does he have?!”
  • “He was too busy worrying about his impression on you two to sleep.”
  • this is Zen, probably:

Jaehee:

  • she was sooooo stiff and cold
  • her hands were literal icicles that claimed to have fingers
  • “Greetings, I am Jaehee Kang, 26 years old, working at C&R International as the Chief Secretary.”
  • whoa whoa whoa what was that? it’s like she’s writing her CV
  • “Uh, yes, nice to meet you too”
  • MC’s parents are low key shook but also kinda like ????? okay so she’s a good person, check. a little strange but still formal so.. check. seems to have a legit career with good insight for her future, check.
  • after the dinner Jaehee was dead beat. She was speaking like a robot for the entire night and if that doesn’t tire you out well… you’re probably not human
  • “How do you think it went, Jaehee?”
  • sneak peek into Jaehee’s current state:

Jumin:

  • strict parents? no problemo
  • his own were a couple of crazy oldies
  • just gotta be polite
  • show them what u got
  • be formal with language
  • considerate, responsible, understanding, caring, loving
  • just gotta show them all these traits in 1 nIGHT
  • ok now he’s a little like OMG HYPERVENTILATING
  • “Jumin, you’ll be fine, just act like you normally do”
  • “So.. i can order people around and take Eliza-”
  • “NOT THAT NORMAL”
  • “right sorry”
  • someone send help he’s going to be expressionless the entire time
  • MC’s parents low key think he might have problems with his face muscles
  • but since he’s the next CEO of C&R… it’s okay
  • his background will make sure that he can’t do anything bad to MC without getting caught by the media

707:

  • “I WON’T GO I WON’T GO I WILL NOT GO TO THIS DINNER!!!”
  • he’s whining like a baby
  • “SEVEN U HAVE TO GO IF U DON’T GO THEY’LL MAKE US BREAK UP”
  • “I’ll go under one condition”
  • “that is?”
  • “DON’T LET THEM KNOW IM A GOOF”
  • -_-
  • when he actually has dinner though he’s really well behaved
  • acts like a real gentleman
  • “Seven, why can’t you be like this at home too?”
  • SEVEN IS JUST STARING AT MC like duude what did we promise earlier
  • and MC’s eyes open wide upon realization at the statement she just made
  • oops i guess? haha .-.

Saeran:

  • MC can’t find him
  • he literally disappeared from her sight
  • after 2 hours of frantically searching their house
  • Saeran was hiding behind the laundry basket
  • “Saeran, we have to go, dinner’s at six”
  • he looks at MC with the puppiest of puppy eyes 
  • his lips a quivering, tugging at his sleeves nervously
  • who could say no to this little baby potato
  • “..fine, we’ll meet them another time. I’ll cancel the dinner-”
  • “NO”
  • what???
  • “… I’ll go.. I don’t want them to think I’m a bad boy afterall”
  • MC is beaming and all smiles omfg this boy is so precious what did she do to deserve him

V:

  • he wasn’t scared of anything
  • not losing his sight or fighting bad guys or snakes like rika
  • but there was one thing he absolutely hated
  • confronting others
  • hear me out ok ya boi V here is a sweetheart who needs to be protected
  • but he gets blamed for almost everything that ever happens and homie please
  • this boy needs a break
  • so when MC tells him that she wants him to meet her strict parents who probably do not appreciate the fact that he can’t see shit
  • it scares him a little more than you’d think
  • like straight up he just doesn’t say anything for the entire ride to the dinner
  • he tries to gather his thoughts on how to act normal but his shaking hands say otherwise
  • he’s still polite though, during the dinner and all
  • after dinner: “Jihyun! look at this text my mom sent”
  • [He’s a keeper, honey~]

I hope that was okay :D

BTW yas i got 2 requests done today and it ain’t even 10pm (might sneak another one in before i sleep so look out for it!!)

~Cherry L.


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