the last shop on the street

Trust Me

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Word Count: 922

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, language

Summary: Modern AU, reader has long day and tries to sleep, Alex comforts them.

A/N: Enjoy! Requests are open!

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

The city was loud. More than usual. Customers were in and out of your bookstore all day, a lot more than usual after some celebrity had come into your shop. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep. You closed the doors an hour early, serving the last few patrons before leaving.

You stopped by your favorite coffee shop on the way home, grabbing a chai tea latte to warm you up. Sirens echoed off the buildings, aided by the blaring of taxi cabs and street performers. You tried to block out the sound by putting in earbuds under your beanie, but they didn’t work very well. You opted to just speed walk to your apartment you shared with Alex. You breathed heavy at the noise, wishing it would just stop.

You made it to your apartment, unlocking the door and slipping inside. Alexander looked up from the kitchen bar. “Hey Y/N. Just finishing up the snacks. You ready for tonight?” he asked, grinning at you. Shit. You had forgotten it was game night with the guys. You were way too tired to play.

“Actually, Alex, I think I’m going to skip tonight. You guys can still play. Long day. Loud,” You yawned. Alex looked up at you, cocking an eyebrow. You hated doing this to him, as game night was the only night you could get him to relax, but you were exhausted.

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Why the Harry Potter fandom is important

Last night after walking down Regent Street and marvelling at the Christmas lights and how very much I love London(which happens anytime I walk around central London), I sat waiting in Leicester Sq. Me and my Hufflepuff fellow @andyouknowitis were off to see the midnight showing of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. 

After a little while, the scarves began to emerge. A girl sat down next to me wearing a Slytherin scarf. Later replaced by a girl in a Ravenclaw scarf. Two Gryffindors came up to me and went ‘Would you mind taking a picture of us? We saw you and thought ‘She’s wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, we’ll ask her’. Me and the two girls got chatting about fandom and the excitement for the movie and they wandered off. I sat back down and then two girls in robes walked by and grinned at me. 

A guy dressed as Newt walked by and jokingly cursed a group of people, more friends in scarves began to appear, wands came out, hugs were had. The cinema was crowded, full of posters and people squealing over them. In the very long queue for food, one guy found out how long the adverts were and I asked whether he was a Ravenclaw, turned out he was. 

Eventually we all found our seats, shuffling around in the dark trying to place drinks and popcorn, balancing the IMAX glasses and jostling for space. The lights dimmed, the Warner Bros logo appeared on screen and we all cheered. Here we were, one big nerdy family in the middle of the night about to experience new wizarding world material. 

The movie was brilliant, we all laughed a lot, we cheered and clapped and gasped. We marvelled at the beauty on screen and were so very aware of how much we just really bloody love magic. 

It’s been nine years since the last book came out, back when most of us were in our teens and  early twenties. And yet he we still are, smiling at the people in scarves and laughing in a movie theatre, nearly ten years on. Older and adulter but still very much in love with this fandom. 

After the movie, we wandered off to House of Minalima, a place in Soho run by the people behind the art of Harry Potter. We got to talk to them and look at all the amazing things surrounded us. The creaky, wobbly old house imbued with magic whilst the drunken Muggles cavorted outside. It felt like the Leaky Cauldron, hidden away in London at 3am. We chatted to Potterheads, it’s London, you don’t talk to random people but with this, how could you not? 

The world has been a bit rubbish of late, it’s terrifying and scary and a lot of unkind people seem to be winning. But we still have Harry Potter, we still have kindness and joy and excitement  and magic. We need that, we revel in it and thankfully this fandom ain’t going anywhere. In ten years time I’d still like to be grinning at people in fandom scarves like we’re part of a secret society. We got this Potterheads, we ain’t going nowhere. 

anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.

SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:

-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

Just a local secret for all you Artemis Fowl fans out there

I used to live near Eoin Colfer in Wexford as a teenager. I always hoped I’d bump into him but alas it wasn’t meant to be, but as I lived there I discovered something.

On a corner of the Main Street there is an optician’s called Foley Opticians, and down the road there is a newsagents with the name Butler’s written on it, obviously the last name of the family operating it. As I was noting these things I suddenly realised…

Eoin, you lazy sod, you just walked up and down the Wexford main road looking at shop signs and saying, “Yep, that’s my new character’s name.”

i thought i’d written this up on here before, but i can’t find it. so let me tell you my favourite story about my time in oxford.

my college library is a converted church (with graveyard still attached). and it closed at about 1am every night, but they let people keep working in the vestry – where there were… i think six desks? – overnight. i was not very good at doing my work at anything other than the absolute last minute, and would fairly often end up in the vestry the night before an essay was due.

it was grim. honestly i do not miss it.

the highlight of those nights was when i allowed myself a break to go out to buy a burger from the kebab van that was on the other side of the high street. the nearest kebab van was ahmed’s. kebab vans in oxford are serious business (there are few kebab shops, and they’re mostly not near the colleges, where the first and third-year students often live in). i just looked ahmed’s up to check i was spelling his name right and found this amazing painting of the van!!

anyway. so one night in – i guess it was probably april? i think it was in my final year, and not too long to go before exams – i walked out to the kebab van. it was 2am, or maybe 3am. a weeknight – maybe a tuesday – and there was nobody around. too late for other people taking study breaks, and maybe the people who were out clubbing weren’t coming back yet. i felt like i and ahmed and the other guy who worked in his van were the only people alive.

and then an entire band of men turned up in full 16th century regalia. 

i think maybe one or two of them had musical instruments with them, but not all of them. they stood there. they didn’t seem to think that they were doing anything unusual. i guess for them, it wasn’t. nobody else came by. nobody said anything except to order some food.

i thought: am i hallucinating??? what is happening???

i always ordered a cheeseburger at ahmed’s, and as it wasn’t a busy night they didn’t already have any cooking, so i stood by the van for a good five minutes while it cooked, just watching these men, who seemed like time-travellers, solemnly order their kebabs. none of them had phones out or anything. nothing broke the illusion except the situation we were in. it honestly felt like time was collapsing. like we had all been pulled out of the timestream and were just chilling here together. it wasn’t april whatever, 3am, 2011. it was no time, no place. The Kebab Van At The End of Time.

they just seemed like people from the past who wanted to get something to eat. an eternal constant. and the guys in the van were as nonchalant about it as the men themselves were. yeah, we get sixteenth century people through here all the time.

and you know what, they probably do. it’s oxford.

hilllyrioz  asked:

RFA+V reacts to MC getting into a fistfight for them and winning?? Like someone was messing with them and MC won't have any of that shit??! Bonus if she knows a type of martial arts :)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I just wanted to post it as soon as possible. ^^


Yoosung

  • Friday night, date night!
  • walking the business street, doing some store shopping, then sitting down at a restaurant for dinner
  • but you two weren’t hungry for a full meal
  • so it was just drinks at a cafe 
  • you two are reminiscing about the last RFA party while discussing each others’ day
  • in your line of vision you notice a girl sitting with her friends a few tables over who keeps looking back at you two
    • ???
    • and she’s giggling?
  • you manage to ignore it and continue conversing with him
  • eventually, you excuse yourself to use the restroom
  • the girl makes a beeline to Yoosung
  • he doesn’t notice her because she came out on his left
    • !!!
  • she sits in your seat, trying to start a conversation with him
    • kind of uncomfortable but he doesn’t want to be rude
  • you feel a burning rage when you see the girl is in your seat
  • casually saunters over to the table and the girl is ignoring you until Yoosung acknowledges you
  • “oh you caught me! I’m his girlfriend. Better get out of my seat lol” 
  • she has this incredulous look, “Really? You sure about that?”
  • Yoosung can sense your rage through your passive comments
  • “yUP, I’m sure.” (゜▽゜;)
  • the girl starts to get a bit angry as she stands up from her seat
    • she actually threatens you???
    • shoves YOU
    • and calls YOUR man cute!? HELL TO THE NO
  • you throw a punch at the bitch, straight in the jaw
  • Yoosung could have sworn he heard a crack
  • you two bolt out of the cafe
  • the nugget is just in shock and awe you just PUNCHED someone for him???
    • honored yet scared
    • masochist side emerges
  • through your apologies he keeps complimenting you

Jaehee

  • it starts as a casual lunch break at the park eating sandwiches you made for the two of you
  • all laughs and smiles, talking about either the RFA party or something that happened at the cafe
  • then these five guys approach the two of you in hopes of “scoring”
  • haha barking up the wrong tree
  • “We are just having lunch together. If you will excuse us…”
  • unfortunately, these guys will not take no for an answer
  • they keep pushing and pushing
  • to the point where you just tell her it was time to head back anyways
  • they stop you
  • “You two aren’t going anywhere”
  • Jaehee takes off her glasses, cracking her knuckles and stretching her neck
  • but YOU make the first punch, straight in the throat
    • more like a jab really
  • Jaehee is caught off guard but the guy you hit is about to retaliate 
  • she catches fists here and there
  • meanwhile, you’re taking care of the other guys who think it’s clever to hop in
  • it turns into a fight scene from a martial arts movie
  • the guys are down for the count
  • “I didn’t know you trained in martial arts as well. I’m impressed.”
  • finger guns and a wink, “Kung Fu!”

Zen

  • one night after his rehearsal, he meets you at bar for a few drinks
  • you’re not much of a heavy drinker so you let him drink for the two of you
  • while most times it’s about getting sloshed and having fun
  • yet you two are sitting at a table casually talking about each others’ day
    • both of you are exhausted from work
    • and having a drink or two while chatting with your S/O lifts a whole weight of your shoulders
  • damn you feel like you’re on cloud nine when you talk to this guy
    • beautiful loving marshmallow (*♡∀♡)
  • your vision focuses on the background and you see two snickering guys approaching Zen
    • you wonder what they’re up to
    • then the flash of dull blades made it clear what they were about to do
    • not his rattail
  • you jump from your seat just in time to startle them
  • you make your way around the table and without warning just punch the guy with the scissors
    • seriously who carries scissors anyways!?
  • Zen spins in his chair, wide eyed
  • the other guy is about to throw a punch at you, but you catch his fist 
  • you twist his arm to his back
  • Zen is still in his seat in awe
  • his S/O is fucking badass
  • once you finish your business with those fools, he asks if you’re okay
    • “NO ARE YOU OKAY!? YOUR BEAUTIFUL RATTAIL!!! I SAVED IT!!!” 
  • is happy knowing that while he has your back, you have his too

Jumin

  • this donut is protective of you enough as it is
  • but one night at a bar to unwind, he excuses himself to use the restroom
  • when he comes back he notices two guys in suits on each side of you
  • you’re fidgeting, avoiding eye contact,
    • just overall uncomfortable
  • already he feels his possessive instincts taking hold
  • he walks over, having the gall to push one of them out of the way
    • and that guy is looking at him pretty pissed off
  • Jumin stands by your side with a straight posture and a glare that could reap a soul
  • fear definitely stirs in their eyes but they’re still trying to play tough
    • business men am I right???
  • the moment they INSULT your donut, you put your foot down
  • “Just back off.”
  • the guy gets pissed and he PUSHES you off your seat
  • before Jumin was on the edge
  • pushing his beloved off the seat pushed him off the edge and into a canyon of repressed anger
  • fuck the bodyguards
  • Jumin is about to punch this guy in his teeth
  • before he can even lift his fist
  • you launch yourself off the ground while you dropkick the son of a bitch that DARE insult your donut AND SHOVE YOU OFF YOUR CHAIR
  • your shoes make contact with his face with a powerful force that knocks him off his feet and the guy behind him as well
  • when you land back on your feet, in your stance
  • the entire bar is in awe
    • bonus points if you’re small
  • Jumin is just
  • he can’t describe the feeling he has
  • it’s like a combination of shock, adrenaline, and hint of arousal
  • but first and for most, he asks if you’re hurt
  • “I’m not, but they are!”

707

  • Vanderwood’s been on Seven’s ass for a whole week now
  • he won’t let your jellybean eat a meal or even sleep until he gets work done for the agency
    • hE’s onLy hOOmAN  
  • Seven would use you as a distraction as well as to keep him focused
  • but Vanderwood sees you more as a distraction so he tosses you into the other room
  • you just about HAD it with this
  • you march up to Vanderwood
  • “Give Seven a three-hour break. No negotiations!”
  • that clod just brushes you off
  • you say it again and this time he’s peeved
  • “If you open your mouth again, I’m not afraid to use force”
  • mmhmmm ya bitch try me
  • nervous Seven continues typing
  • “Let’s all get along here! No need for that!”
  • “You’re overworking him, he just needs a proper meal and rest.”
  • “Why do you like to interfere, girl!”
  • now Seven is getting pissed
    • does NOT like the way he’s treating you
  • he swivels his chair around, seeing Vanderwood RAISING HIS FUCKING HAND TO YOU
  • OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELL NO! 
  • as he pushed himself off the chair, you caught Vanderwood’s arm
  • ┌╏ º □ º ╏┐ !
  • flips Vanderwood onto the ground
  • you follow suit and hold him in an arm bar
  • “GIVE HIM A BREAK!”
  • “NEVER!”
  • wow he’s having a hard time breaking free
  • Seven is just O_O
    • most likely recording it
  • it gets too painful for him so he’s tapping out
    • “FINE FINE THREE HOUR BREAK NO MORE”
  • after seven took his two-hour nap he thanks you endlessly 
  • (シ_ _)シ ❤ ❤ ❤
  • posts the video on the messenger to show off his badass S/O

V

  • nights when it’s just you two taking a stroll is the best
    • once a week you and V just take a pleasant walk
    • it’s the greatest highlight of the week
  • it’s Saturday night, you have your arm linked in V’s as you stroll down the street
  • dinner was so satisfying and still on topic
    • each of you discussed why your dish was so delicious
    • honestly, food is a good 20% of any conversation
  • both of you were too caught up in conversation to have noticed the guy walking the opposite way
  • shoulders bump and V quickly apologizes
  • but the guy is some asshole who will get pissed at the most minute things
    • “Watch where you’re going!”
    • ┐( ̄ヘ ̄)┌
    • you do not like his attitude but you don’t want to be rude
  • V is a sweetheart and apologizes again
    • oh honey
  • the man just won’t let it go
    • seriously what’s going on in this guy’s life to be pissed at a blind man?
  • starts insulting V then goes as far as to shove him
  • V is a passive fellow, and would rather not raise his fists to this guy, no matter how much of an assbutt he is
  • then
  • this guy
  • knocks his cane
  • you lose your shit
  • next thing this guy knows he gets a fist to the throat and a kick in his crown jewels
  • the only thing V sees is a blob falling into the gutters
    • he HEARS pain
  • you help V with his cane, your arm linked back in his
  • “Are you alright V?”
  • uh YEAH you just kicked this guy’s ass!
  • he was always conscious of his abilities to protect you
  • now he doesn’t have to worry too much about that
  • “Thank you but be careful next. You need to take good care of your hands.”
  • kisses your knuckles  (/▽\*)。o○♡

I had a dream last night that I was shopping for potato chips at the convenience store down the street, and everyone else in the store - both customers and staff - was Snoop Dogg in disguise.

Like, from the neck down, they all looked like different people - different heights and builds and outfits and whatnot - but the heads were all identical instances of Snoop Dogg, each wearing a pair of Groucho glasses, just like these:

I may also have been Snoop Dogg in disguise, but there are no mirrors in the store, and the dream ended before I completed my purchase and went home, so I can’t be certain.

I feel like there’s a lot to unpack here.

Protected (Part 7)

summary: reader witnesses something horrible and somehow Bucky ends up being her bodyguard

warnings: 1% angst, swearing

word count: 1323

a/n: mwaahhaa don’t hate me

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by romanian-plum

Buckys POV

After exiting the store, I headed to a coffee shop across the street, to get some coffee but also to keep an eye on Kate for a bit longer, just to make sure she was okay. I could see her perfectly from here. She was messing with some books and she looked as comfortable as ever. Like there wasn’t a worry in the world. 

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Here’s to another year.


Here’s to new friendships, new promises, new beginnings. Here’s to college life and living away from home for the first time. Here’s to new subjects and new challenges. Here’s to another heartbreak and another one after that. Here’s to drunk nights spent in the club and the nights spent playing card games with tea to keep you warm. Here’s to that one person who has stayed by you all this while, and here’s to that one person who still crosses your mind everyday. Here’s to first jobs and first paychecks. Here’s to horrible bosses we love to curse. Here’s to road trips and shopping sprees; here’s to expensive wines, cheap beer and street foods. Here’s to new relationships and relationships that couldn’t last. Here’s to first apartments and mounds of bills to pay. Here’s to leaving some dreams behind and here’s to finding new ones. Here’s to exploring new places and here’s to living life like we’ve never known before.


This time, it will be about celebrating ourselves, about embracing our beauty, accepting ourselves as flawed as we are because we’ll never be as young as we are now.


So, raise your glasses;


Here’s to another era of our lives.

—  turning twenty.
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I loved my apartment. It was an old, beautiful, 1920s Spanish-style—original hardwood floors and tile, stuff that aesthetically turned me on. I had a coffee shop across the street. I had a great Italian restaurant next door. I was working a bunch. There’s not too much time to think about anything else. But in the back of any actor’s mind there’s this gnawing insecurity—it’s not going to last; it’s not going to work out—and I definitely experienced that.

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26.10.16 I finally finished why nations fail! Okay so towards the end I was ready to ascend, b7t it was very interesting. I finished it sitting in the Wills Mem under the big windows, and as a celebration we went for a look on the Christmas Steps. I love that Street I think it’s a landmark of Bristol. There’s a video shop that has cats and you can stroke them and look at dvds, and there’s also a board game cafe! It’s amazing and so feels so dickensian even though I’m not in London any more. Last night we went to a really cozy pub, and walked around the gardens talking about shooting stars. I’ve never seen one and a guy I know from the flat above me has seen a few and I’m very jealous. We drank hot chocolate and talked until 2am, which we do sometimes. It’s really nice. Anyway, I have to go and do some reading for an assignment! Xxxx emily

anonymous asked:

things you said with no space between us w/ Matt? ❤️❤️❤️

Matt Murdock +  things you said with no space between us

a/n: oh my god i just found this in my drafts from like last summer i forgot i wrote this

@shayara @hireasummersbrother @phoenixejean @kurtwxgners @whoaheather @gcneral-organa

You’d never liked summers in the city. It was always too hot and humid and the crowd of people always bustling with tourists and making walking down the streets harder as they crowd around the shops and take pictures. But it must’ve been worse for him. He’d told you that he was hypersensitive to basically everything and what you felt must have been amplified a thousand times for him.

The only thing that could have made this short walk from his office to his apartment worse was rain. 

You and Matt had already been walking close, trying to squeeze through the thicket of people. Out of fear of losing him in the crowd, you grab a hold of his hand and continue to make your way down the sidewalk, not even thinking twice about it.

“You know you don’t have to walk me back,” he said, “I can find my own way.”

“I worry about you Matty. Just want to make sure you get home without a bruise or a cut.”

At the mention of being hurt, he feels guilty. Matt had still yet to tell you the truth of his night time activities and the reason why he was always covered in bruises, always looking like he went through a cheese grater. He’d wanted to tell you but the right moment always slipped away from his grasp, even if he’d been holding onto it with a tight fist.

You let out a breath of relief as the crowd dissipated but your good fortune lasted for all of three seconds before it began to rain.

“Just our luck,”You whisper and dig around in your bag, looking for the umbrella you kept. As you unfold it, you realize just how small it is. There would barely be enough from you, let alone both you and Matt. It was useless.

You grab his hand tight and tug him along with you, running through the rain to his apartment.

When you reach the door of his apartment, you’re both out of breath and smiling. You’re leaning against the door while he digs the keys out of his suit pocket. His fingers trace over the engraved grooves on the cool metal of each key, trying to find the right one.

“Do you want me to?”

He shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips, “I’ve got it already.”

When he opens the door and you both come bounding into the entryway, clothes soaked and sticking uncomfortably to your skin.

He makes the first move to leave the entryway. Matt makes his way silently to the living room, tugging at his tie and peeling off his suit jacket, tossing them on the couch, something he would probably regret doing later but right now all he could focus on was you. He had to tell you. It would only be a matter of time before the truth came out and he’d rather not have it end like it did with Foggy.

“Y/N?” 

He can make you out standing by the window, probably staring at the billboard that you’d always been mesmerized by. Your hum is soft but he can just barely pick it up.

“What’s up, Matty?” You glance over at him, your smile quickly turning into a frown that carves deep lines around your mouth when you see his anxious expression.

“I need to tell you something.”

You stand in front of him, holding his arms and looking up at him. Your heart thrums in your chest, beating frantically and loud and god, you hated being able to hear your own heart beat. Waiting patiently for him to speak, you watch as he tries to form the words, his eyebrows knitting together and jaw clenching. “Matty, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

Maybe your hopes are too high, you don’t really know what you expected. A declaration of love or maybe a kiss, anything to make these goddamn butterflies in your stomach stop whenever you see your best friend.

He’s almost got the words out when he sighs and hangs his head. Matt frees himself from your grip on his arms and just wraps them around you. “I love you.”

Of course he was too scared to do it. He didn’t want to lose you too.

Your heart drops at that because you know by the tone in his voice that it’s the regular ‘I love you’ that you say to each other as friends. You continue to hold him though, not wanting to give away any disappointment. But he can tell.

“I love you too, Matty.”

He can hear the slight crack in your voice and ignores it for both your sakes. Matt just tightens his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. This was getting ridiculous and he needed to say it, to just rip it off like a band aid. Maybe tomorrow or next week. 

Maybe.

Moving On

Breathe.
Wipe those tears.
Lighten your room.
Go out.
Watch the flock of birds soaring.
Paint your face with a smile.
Let the sun rays warm your skin.
Walk. Even if you’re alone, walk.
Stop by at your favorite ice cream shop.
Treat yourself.
You deserve that sweet. It’ll calm you.
Look at what surrounds you.
Isn’t it wonderful?
It’s still full of colors.
Even in bustling streets, there are colors.
Just keep looking.
Just keep walking.
You used to do it.
You were never empty.
You were just unprepared.
The pain won’t last.
It will never linger eternally.
In time, it’ll fade gradually.
So keep going.
Until you’ve forgotten it.

Damn shop staff, doing their jobs and being polite and trying to be helpful…..who the hell do they think they are?

(I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - people who work in retail deserve MEDALS)

Persuasion

Title: Persuasion (Part 2 here)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: a little language and some teasing, otherwise none really

Word Count: 719

A/N: Okay so this came into my head because one of my favorite organic markets opened literally down the street from me like last weekend.  I was able to go quickly Monday, but am taking a leisurely shop Saturday and just the image of dragging Dean to this place made me laugh!

It was time for a supply run at the bunker and Y/N was in the kitchen making up a list with Sam.  “Oh, you know that new organic market just opened?!” she exclaimed.

Sam sighed, “Yeah, but it’s Dean’s turn and you know he won’t go there.”  Anytime it was Dean’s turn, any hope of remotely healthy food was tossed out the window.  Y/N wasn’t a total health nut, but she kept a pretty even balance when she could.

“Well, I am going with him this time and I want to check it out!  Let me see if i can convince him,” she grinned as she headed for the library.

Dean was in front of his laptop, mindlessly searching for nothing in particular, when he felt Y/N’s hands fall onto his shoulders.  Glancing up over his shoulder, “hey sweetheart,” he gave a half smile and turned back to his computer.

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Like this winter and a sweater

Ship: Jon x Sansa, background Ned/Cat, Robb/Jeyne, Arya/Gendry

‘Why don’t you come with me?’

Jon squints at her, sure he’s misheard.

‘Sorry?’

‘To Winterfell. Why don’t you come with me?

or; Sansa takes pity on Jon and invites him home for the holidays, but there’s one significant catch. 10k. Fake dating. On AO3 if you prefer.

AN: For jonxsansafanfictions winter challenge. The fic is still unfinished but I wanted to get something out before christmas day. Consider this part one of two. 


Jon shoulders open the door to his small apartment and drops his keys into the bowl on the side, stamping the last flakes of snow sticking to his boots free onto his doormat. Outside the streets of Chicago are littered with fairy lights and big baubled christmas trees stand in the lobby of every department store in the city. The walls of Jon and Robb’s flat are bare in comparison, the only blinking light coming from the answering machine down the hall. Jon sighs and shifts his shopping to the kitchen before pressing play on the machine. Just as he expected, Lyanna Snow’s soft voice starts to spiral into the room.

‘Jon? Jon darling, are you there? Robb?… Jon if you’re in, please pick up the phone…. I guess you’re out.’ A sigh crackles down the line. ‘Jon, I just wanted to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. Your father and I would very much like to spend the holiday with you and I miss you, honey. Your father wants to see you. Please, Jon, just think about it. Give me a ring later? Ok, bye for now.’

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♡ perfect for you ♡ // listen here

idk songs from musicals to sing w/ ur bae

01. seventeen heathers / 02. perfect for you next to normal / 03. i’ll cover you rent / 04. as long as you’re mine wicked / 05. falling slowly once / 06. i should tell you rent / 07. hey #1 next to normal / 08. a little fall of rain les miserables / 09. the point of no return the phantom of the opera / 10. light my candle rent / 11. one hand, one heart west side story / 12. crazier than you the addams family / 13. seven wonders catch me if you can / 14. hey #2 next to normal / 15. sun and moon miss saigon / 16. suddenly seymour little shop of horrors / 17. tango: maureen rent / 18. (you’re) timeless to me hairspray / 19. young and healthy 42nd street / 20. a whole new world aladdin / 21. i see the light tangled / 22. all i ask of you the phantom of the opera / 23. anything you can do annie get your gun / 24. the phantom of the opera the phantom of the opera / 25. the next ten minutes the last five years / 26. something to believe in newsies / 27. hey #3/perfect for you (reprise) next to normal

Newt x Reader (Prompt #2 WARNING)

Word count: 1007

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TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse read at your own risk

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“Hey, hey. Calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

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You and Newt were walking hand in hand down the streets of London, mostly just goofing off and joking about stuff that were being displayed in the gift shop windows. You were surprised on how much you loved this man, ever since your last relationship you never thought you would be able to trust a man ever again. But Newt, he isn’t like any other guy.

He is perfect. He is awkward yet confident. He is quiet yet bold. He is smart yet handsome. Newt Scamander was the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

Although, your last one, John Smith was not. He would abuse you. He would give you false hope, and at the last moment he would crush it with his fist as if it were nothing. He would throw you around, call you names, he basically would treat you like a slave. Yet he was all you had, so you stayed with him for three years. Three horrible, long years you were with the man that hurt you the most.

Then Newt came along, and piece by piece he restored your faith that a man could be good.

You yawned, growing tired after walking around town all day. Newt squeezed your hand three times, each one symboling a different word,

One: I
Two: love
Three: you

“Are you tired, love?” He kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger a moment as he waited for a response.

You shook your head as you yawned, you wanted to continue this day. It was amazing- you didn’t want to go back home. “N-no.”

Newt let out a small noise that resembled a laugh as he pulled his head away, “Let’s get you home, shall we?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “Fine..” you mumbled as you felt your eyes starting to get heavier.

Before you knew it, Newt was tucking you in your quilted bed, he pushed the hair off of your forhead with his thumb to make a clear place to kiss. One of his favorite things to do was kiss your face. “I love you..” he mumbled.

Your eyes were shut by now as you grunted out an incoherent “I love you” in return.

~ trigger warning ~

“Y/N! Don’t run away from me!” You felt your ex grab your hair as you tried to run out of the kitched. He tugged you away from the doorway, your back slamming into the edge of the counter causing you to curl in pain.

You used the surface to support your body weight as you tried to stay standing, tears were streaming down your face as you tried to hold back a scream. Bruises were all over your body, your legs were black and blue. Your arms were scratched red. Your stomach had multiple bruises around your ribcage from being kicked, and your face.. Oh, your face. You could barely see out of your left eye from the swollenness. You most certain your nose was broken, a bleeding cut was on your cheek and you could feel a metallic taste when your tongue touched your lip, making you assume that it also had a cut.

Your drunk ex gripped your chin and forcefully made you look him in the eye. “You shouldn’t have left me, Y/N. You shouldn’t have turned me into the police.” Fear was the only thing you could feel as you tried to get away once again.

You had told the police about what your ex boyfriend had done to you, and they locked him away. What he had done to you still gives you nightmares, normally the same one occurring over and over again. He would somehow get out of jail and come after you. You were terrified that one day it would happen for real, you were terrified your worst nightmare would come true.

Your scream was very relevant as you saw your ex pull out a sharp pocket knife. By now, angry tears were forming in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have left me, Y/N. You shouldn’t have left me.” He kept repeating. “You shouldn’t have left me..” He seethed his pocket knife as he shoved you to the ground. “That was a mistake, Y/N..” Your body was frozen. The only thing you could do was scream. “You shouldn’t have left me,” He was crying now, saliva was dripping out of his mouth, mixing with his tears. He was mental. “You shouldn’t have left me!” You screamed in horror, tears streaming down your face as he raised his knife and shoved it down, but right before it hit your chest-

~Trigger Warning ended~

-you were awoken. You were now back in your own bed, you felt arms wrapped around you, cradelling you as you were rocked back and forth. “Shh..” You heard a whisper as you felt a kiss on your head.

Tears were still falling as you were gasping for air. “I-it was h-h-him aga-ain..” you whimpered as you wrapped your arms around Newt and burried your head in his chest. “I-I couldn’t escape, N-Newt..”

He rubbed a soothing circle on your back, “Hey, hey.. Calm down. He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him..” He assured you. “I vow to always be here to protect you, Y/N. Your life comes before mine..” he whispered in a tone that eased your pain.

“D-do you p-p-promise? You won’t let him hur-hurt me?” Your teary eyes met up with Newt who was also tearing up from the idea that something so horrible could have happened to you, someone who was such a wonderful person.

“I promise, Y/N.”

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Cross Nop today at my jewerly friend Anong’s shop in Bangkok
I started to tattoo his face in the same mood last year same time
And i was amazed how much he get on it since …
Then he asked me to tattoo his palm
So i was running away to find a needle to handpoke him
Finally i started to do this palm spider web in the street on him
But fuck he didn’t realised how bad the palm is
Started to drink whisky shot after shot !!! and get drunk on pain
But i guess it was too late …
I left him later with a quarter of it !!!!
Like thai people say !!!
See you when you see me maked sense to me at this moment
For an other quarter !!!!
I didn’t really post any life stories or things on internet but i’m working on a travel book at the moment with tristes tropiques …
Hopefully for next year …..
Because 2017 is the year !!!!
Will see what’s gonna happen !
December 2016
Bangkok , THAILAND