there are a lot of words to be said okay

LAT Festival of Books

Last weekend was the second time I had the privilege to attend the LA Times Festival of Books. It’s a free event, and if you’re someone who likes to read it’s a fantastic opportunity to meet other readers and a lot of your favorite authors! 

But that’s not what this post is about, the one thing that I felt most acutely at the festival is something that had been nagging at me for the last few months; It had been one full calendar year (and a little more) since I decided to leave the film industry and pursue writing. 

My family has been talking to me lately and wondering what I’m doing. A lot of people don’t really understand why I took the leap and decided to do this thing that I’m not particularly trained or necessarily good at doing. I know that my family will support me no matter what, but I can feel their confusion. I know it comes from a place of caring and that all they wish to do is to see me happy. They wonder what I do with my days. Without a steady paycheck to prove that I’m a productive member of society, it seems that some days I’m just in some kind of crisis that they can’t see or understand. 

I’m not in crisis however, lately there have been some questions and some struggles, but I don’t feel like I’m ready to throw in the towel yet. 

I was lucky enough to be able to sit in on a graphic novels for Young Adults panel at the festival, where Faith Erin Hicks, Matt Phelan and Cecil Castellucci. It was one of the most engaging and entertaining panels of the day. Aside from discussions about craft, one of the questions from the audience was “What was the hardest part of working in Graphic Novels?” And Faith said “The first four years of terror.” 

When she said “Four Years” suddenly I didn’t feel so much like I was behind in some way. I have been hustling my ass off all year, and yes, most people cannot see a lot of what I’m doing, but I know that I’m investing and building something. I had been feeling like I SHOULD have more by now, I SHOULD have sold my novel, I SHOULD have sold a screenplay, but instead I was assured by her words that I’m okay, that I’ll be okay and nothing that’s worth doing comes easy or fast. 

Seth Rollins - Prompt #80 Part 2

Prompt: Part 1 
Requested: by @georgiagrl1990 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @lunaticqueen @ridingmoxley @jennybaby1014 @m-a-t-91 @astilinski24 @youhoebag @florenceivy @i-ship-it-okay
 Warnings: Swearing
Words: 1100+
I’m sorry that this took so long to upload. A lot of people said they loved part 1 so I was really put off from writing part 2 in case it was shit. (Probably still is shit but oh well)
y/h/t - your home town

You watched Seth walk away. His hands rubbed his face as he walked away. You couldn’t blame his reaction, it was a lot to take in, the fact that he has a son. This was how you expected him to react. How else would someone react if their ex-fiance showed up nearly a year and a half later with a child? 

“Should someone go after him?” Maryse asked 

“No” you said readjusting y/s/n on your hip “He needs time to think things over. He needs space” 

“He won’t do anything stupid will he?” she asked 

“I don’t think so” You shrugged. The four of you made your way back to the locker room. This really wasn’t how you wanted Seth to find out. You wanted to plan it out and have it be on your terms. 

“On the plus side your return was great” Mike said trying to lighten the mood 

“It did feel great to be out there again” You grinned as you packed up all of your son’s toys. “I’m gonna head out now” 

“I’ll come with you, I’m not needed anymore” Maryse said as you went to place the blanket over the baby carrier 

“I guess I don’t need to hide him anymore” you sighed. You and Maryse headed back to the hotel. You got some weird looks when everyone backstage saw you with a baby. Once back at the hotel you and Maryse ordered room service and watched the rest of the show together.

You groaned as you heard a knock at your hotel room door. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was 3 am That made you groan again knowing y/s/n would be up again in a couple of hours. There was another knock, this time a bit louder. You got up quickly to answer the door. You really didn’t need y/s/n waking up. 

“Seth” you were shocked to see him standing there 

“I haven’t been drinking I promise” he said. You couldn’t help but laugh. Before you started dating Seth showed up to your drunk with a very angry Cesero who had been dealing with drunk Seth all night. 

“That’s good to know” you smiled. After a beat of silence you looked down “I’m guessing you have a lot of questions” 

“Yeah” he ran his hand through his hair “quite a few actually” 

“Come in” You said opening the door further. You took a deep breath and accepted the fact that you weren’t getting anymore sleep tonight. You closed the door behind Seth and quickly made your way around the room to pick up all the mess. “Sorry it’s so messy” 

“I guess life would be messy with a baby” Seth mumbled. 

“So what do you want to know? I’ll answer anything honestly” 

“Anything? 100% honesty?” 

“100% Seth” you nodded, you saw him take a deep breath and you rolled your eyes “If you are seriously going to ask me if he is yours I will slap you” 

“Why is that so bad for me to ask?” 

“If i recall Seth I was the one who was loyal in our relationship. You cheated not me” 

“I know. I’m sorry” he sighed and sat on the couch “When did you find out?” 

“The day before I found out about you. Two days before you came home from that overseas tour.  I hurt my knee remember? Had to go to hospital found out I was 9 weeks long” 

“9 weeks?!” He exclaimed 

“Yeah. I have no idea how I didn’t know. The doctor said stress and busy schedules mean some woman do realise for a while” You shrugged 

“How was the pregnancy and birth?” Seth asked 

“It was okay. Morning sickness but that was all normal. The birth…it was a good birth, just painful. He was a little smaller than normal. 18 inches 5 and a half pounds” 

“Is that bad? Was that bad?” Seth asked. You could see the panic in his eyes. You smiled and placed a hand Seth’s shoulder. 

“He was at the bottom of the average range but still in the range” You said. Seth’s shoulders dropped as he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Were you alone?” 

“No. Mum couldn’t make it out from y/h/t but Renee and Maryse came out to Florida” you smiled “They’ve been amazing not only the past 6 months but my whole pregnancy. They were there for me” 

“I would have been there” Seth said looking you straight in the eye “If you had told me, I would have been there….why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I was mad” you said fiddling with your fingers. This was going to be the first time the two of you talked about this. Back when it happened you were mad and upset. You ignored his calls and texts and since you were injured and he was still on the road, it was very easy to move on. Well, it wasn’t easy, actually it was the hardest thing you’ve gone through but it was easy to stay away from Seth. “I was mad and upset. My world was falling around me. I felt betrayed” 

“I know and I’m so sorry I-” 

“So my anger made me not want to tell you and then after I thought maybe you wouldn’t want him and then I just kept talking myself out of telling you” 

“How many people knew about him? That you were pregnant?” 

“Renee, Dean, Maryse and Mike plus Carrano, Steph and Vince. Probably Hunter too” You said 

“I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me?! You knew how sorry I was! I told you I still loved you!” He exclaimed 

“Lower your voice” you hissed “I don’t need y/s/n waking up any earlier than he normally would. Seth, I was hurt. You hurt me and he…he was mine, my little boy and I couldn’t let him get hurt so I kept him from you…Dean said I should but I just couldn’t” 

“You thought I would hurt him?” 

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, “I don’t know!” 

“Lower your voice…you don’t need y/s/n waking up” Seth whispered. 

“Do you want to see him?” You asked looking up at Seth 

“See him?” 

“I mean he’s asleep now, it’s when he’s most peaceful” 

“Uh…yeah if I can” He nodded. You smiled and took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. y/s/n laid peacefully, sucking on his pacifier with one leg outside of the blanket. You looked up at Seth. He was taken by your son, his son. In the darkness of the room you swear you saw some tears in his eyes. 

“He sleeps like you” Seth whispered

“He has your eyes” you said “overachiever like you too. He rolled over fast than normal, he’s trying to crawl now” 

“That’s my little boy” Seth grinned “I want to be a part of his life” 


“y/n please. This is what I want. I want him” 

“Small steps Seth, baby steps” 

“But I can be?” 

“Yeah…sure” you nodded 

“Thank you y/n. I won’t let you done. I promise” he smiled rubbing a finger along y/s/n’s cheek. 

This is fucking shit

friend: hey you okay?

me, internally: no im fucking not, because william shatner and leonard nimoy knew they were playing lovers but weren’t allowed to kiss, and left lots of subliminal messages in star trek: the original series, subsquently creating the first slash pairing for which was written fan fiction in the early 70s. shatner also said while filming “spock it’s you, it’s always been you. please say you love me too,” tho it got cut. gene roddenberry also knew what he was doing with kirk and spock and coined the word t’hy’la in a fucking footnote in TMP novelisation in 1979. t’hy’la means friend, brother, lover and is the word spock uses to think of jim so yeah, they were lovers. moreover always in TMP novelisation gene confirms spock and kirk were bonded by writing that spock couldn’t go through kolinahr bc he hears jim thinking about needing him from fucking earth i am so done 

me, outwardly: yeah, fine :)

“Mad Dog and Puppy” English Translation

Here it is. I apologize for the delay, but various circumstances got in the way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

From Haikyuu!! Light Novel 6, Chapter “Mad Dog and Puppy” written by Kiyoko Hoshi with illustrations by Haruichi Furudate.

Introductory page 

Attached illustration on page 129:

Mad Dog and Puppy

One fine holiday in fall, there was a man standing in a convenience store nearby Aoba Jousai High School. The guy, wearing a volleyball jersey, walked out as the opening and closing door made an electronic sound. The man’s name is Kyoutani Kentarou, a second-year member in Aoba Jousai High’s volleyball club.

Kyoutani tore the wrapping of the chicken—chicken is his favorite food—that he took out of the convenience store bag before sinking his teeth into it, making an audible noise; this was how he walked toward school. The volleyball club took Mondays off. Practice starts morning today, which is a Sunday.

Kyoutani had not attended the club for quite a while since the middle of his first year due to various circumstances, though he has been recently thrown into the spotlight for coming back after being recalled by Oikawa, the team captain.

At the preliminary round of the Inter-High Miyagi Finals in June, Aoba Jousai suffered defeat at the hands of Shiratorizawa Academy, the invincible champions. It was necessary to regroup and reorganize the currently completed team in order to clear themselves of the disgrace come the next Spring High School competition, move on from second place and aim for the Nationals. What they wanted to strengthen in particular was their offense. The fighting strength that served to be the trigger of that was Kyoutani, whom Oikawa jokingly called “Mad Dog.”

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I thought you were a good person but you messed up and you used me and you still don’t remember when my birthday is and you never even knew my middle name. And you tricked me into thinking you wanted the same things as me and you acted like you cared about what I was doing on the weekends and how my sister’s classes were but I don’t think you really cared about anything at all. And there’s a lot I should have said to you but the only thing I want you to know now is that none of that was okay but I am.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Six

Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation.
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich)
Words: 6.2k+
Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You had to get through another four hours of filming before you would get a chance to talk to Jared alone.

You apologised to the make-up team when you went back into the trailer, your face blotchy from being sick and your make-up ruined from crying.

The whole time you were on set, your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, you were wondering how to tell Jared that you were carrying his illegitimate, unplanned child.

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Things You Love (about Sherlock)

I would be happy if even a few people responded to this to contribute stuff they love about BBC Sherlock canon. Just stuff they enjoy without the need to think about it or justify it, etc. Happy things. Here, I’ll start.

  • John is so cute. Just looking at his face makes me happy. It’s fun to watch him get quietly angry, or pull rank, or look at Sherlock the way he does.
  • I also like to watch John sprain people.
  • Sherlock is also cute and makes amazing facial expressions, and sometimes he’s got at least a dozen chins. Particular bonus for Sherlock pouting and/or being drunk, and Sherlock making the oh-face.
  • Extra extra bonus for Sherlock’s really ridiculous jokes at John’s expense. Oh god. It’s kind of cute though.
  • Should I mention that time when Sherlock was fighting people and it was like slow-mo and his ass in those pants…. Actually, anytime Sherlock’s fighting people. Definitely worthwhile.
  • Everything is so pretty, shiny, with a great soundtrack, creative camera work, etc. Fun to watch even when you want to scream at the characters.
  • Mycroft being droll and smiling that little smile that says he’s humoring you but also imagining ruining your life in 1238 different ways. He’s like so catty. He’s the apotheosis of cattiness, to the point where Gatiss might have written a self-insert.
  • Sherlock’s little joke about how he imagines multiple ways to murder Mycroft, and actually anytime they’re together and are having that super-catty sibling Dynamic (although not *that* Dynamic… this is a different dynamic, okay).
  • Anytime Moriarty is on-screen, swishing and snarking his way to eternal glory, but specifically the immortal comment about shoes. And, I have to say, the lip-syncing.
  • Remember that time he swished his way to the crown jewels? Yeah. Foxy.
  • That time John held on to Sherlock’s sleeve, carefully, as they ran.
  • That time Sherlock looked at John across the cop cars, and said to himself: ‘oh my god’, because. Oh my God, right?
  • That time John called Sherlock an annoying dick, a cock, and a drama queen… but you know he meant I love you.
  • That time in Mrs Hudson’s kitchen. John’s face.
  • The times in the taxi. All the times.
  • That time Sherlock winked at John in that hugely exaggerated way, like, you *know* what I mean, Jooohhnnn.
  • That time Sherlock woke up and his first word was 'John’, and then when he was out of it and a pretty lady he’s supposed to have been into was trying to hit on him, but he started and said, 'where’s John?’
  • That time John was just kinda asking whether Sherlock was single, licking his lips like, 'good’. That’s what he said.
  • That time Sherlock blinked a lot and John was like, okay now this is getting kind of intense…. 😳

More, anyone?

anonymous asked:

I’m not sure if you’re someone who gives writing tips, if not that’s okay. I get it. But I was curious. If you’re having a dialogue where the character is ranting, the words are kinda just flying out of their mouths and it’s a lot of words, how would you format that? Like, would you put it all in one paragraph, do you interrupt it with an action (s/he said, waving wildly) or would it just be dialogue?

I do as often as I can! I get a lot of asks, so I apologize to those whose questions I don’t get to :( But I enjoy talking about how I do things/what I’ve learned! Just keep in mind that writing is an art and, like all art, there’s no one true way to do something. So everything I suggest is just that– a suggestion!

Lots of Words Rants!

So you have a character who’s saying a lot of words in a big rant! 

1. Static unbroken rant. The benefit here is that the reader, generally, naturally reads this very quickly! It’s probably what you’re looking for when you say “a lot of words” and it definitely stuns both the reader and the other characters! For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says, mouth a thin line. “Right. Okay. Well I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. I think it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The silence is deafening as she takes another sip of her coffee, Damien’s mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with a response. He looks around the table, hoping to see similar shock, and receives another unpleasant surprise when no one will meet his eyes.

There are two problems that I’ve had with the Big Wall of Text. One, it can lose the reader! Despite emotion or content, it’s easy to skip from the first sentence or two to the last line or two. Some readers will read it quickly, but others might skip it entirely.

Second, with no physical movements, it can be hard to get back into the scene, especially since unbroken rants w/o movement generally end in silence.

2. Active Unbroken Rant. Breaking up a rant with action keeps the reader’s attention and makes them read a little closer. It also has the benefit of giving the rant some texture by escalating or deescalating the emotion in each part or by providing emphasis.

“You want to know what I think.” She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. “

Damien’s jaw tenses and she can tell that he wants to lean away from her as she stands, looming over the table, coffee forgotten. All around them, the other rebels are staring at her wide-eyed.

“I think,” she continues, biting off the ends of her words, “that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then–” she bares her teeth “– you think that it means shit  when they don’t speak against you.” 

He doesn’t look away from her, not to the left or right where his devoted followers are, as usual, sitting uselessly. She can barely stand it.

Her words come faster now, like a flood after the damn has been broken. “I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

So with breaks for action/reaction, you get a scene that’s a little more urgent than the one without action. Action helps the emotion build in the rant whereas the static rant feels more like a slap in the face.

The downside here is that you have to build the tension and keep everyone’s  body language appropriate to the scene.

3. Broken Rant (active or static). So it’s a rant and you want the fast-talking character to be the star of the scene. Seems counter-intuitive to have another character talk, but it can actually help speed up the reading of the scene while also showing that this rant is dominating it. For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says. She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something.”

Damien jerks like he’s been slapped. “What is that–”

“I think,” she continues, giving no indication of hearing him, “ that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something–”


“–something like basic human rights,  before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on.”

The silence rings around the table, the tension so think between her and the other rebel that no one dare move.

Eliza leans forward and picks up her coffee. “So,” she says, still staring him down, “if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The little interjections from Damien, and the way I’ve broken them off, shows that things are happening very quickly. It’s a broken back and forth that both ups the tension and the speed!

Hope this helps! If you have any more questions feel free to drop by, I’ll try and get to them asap :)

Stereotypical (7) gifts and a sleepover

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: With courting comes gifts! And restraint. A lot of it. 

If you would’ve seen how Bucky beat himself up over making you doubt his motives, all doubt would’ve left your mind. When he returned home after dropping you off with a chaste, lingering kiss to your cheek and a soft bid goodnight, he rested his back against his closed front door and let his head thump back against it.

With a groan he closed his eyes, wondering how he could’ve been so damn stupid.

“Buck? What’re you doing?”

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modern!johnny cade headcannons
(there’s so mucb jally and lgbt!johnny it’s not even funny omg)

- johnny would probably listen to bands like imagine dragons, artic monkeys, some of twenty one pilot’s older music, and the hardrock dally likes

- he also managed to talk ponyboy into reading to him, which wasn’t hard because pony loves to read to him anyway

- this boy always has a pair of earbuds on him even if he isn’t listening to them

- it helps him whenever he has to block out his parents

- which is a lot

- but he’s careful not to listen to his music too loud. he doesn’t want to go deaf and especially not before he’s 20

- mostly because ponyboy and darry always nag him about it

- and johnny’s never really understood why it wasn’t socially acceptable for men to wear makeup or wear dresses or skirts?? he just doesn’t get it

- johnny also keeps a hair tie on his wrist for when he gets too anxious and needs something to fiddle with

- two-bit once had to take it away from him because he was scared johnny’d cut off his circulation to his hand

- and his hands are always shaking

- so johnny’s always fidgeting with something to try and hide it

- but it doesn’t matter who you are

- his hands are shaking


- and, okay, one night he’s with dally and they’re driving. they weren’t talking. they were letting dally’s radio fill the silence.

- johnny was cool with it

- and dally was Focused™ on driving

- and johnny’s just watching dally drive and dally runs his hand through his hair and, internally, johnny just kinda goes,“oh. oh shit.”

- mkay he realizes that he may have a small crush on dallas winston

- which he hadn’t really considered before

- and he quickly decides that it shouldn’t matter who you love if it doesn’t harm you or the other person in a negative way

- so johnny realizes that he could fall in love with anyone

- at first, it kinda scares him but he ends up researching all night about this

- turns out, he’s pansexual

- the first person he comes out to is ponyboy, who actually knew what the term meant (probably because this boy never gets off tumblr smh)

- pony accepts

- he comes out to two-bit next. then soda, steve, and darry. he had to explain what it meant, but they accepted.

- he comes out to dally last. not because he didn’t want him to know, but because johnny was scared he’d ask who made him realize that. johnny wasn’t ready to tell him that.

- so one night they’re driving again and the sun is setting and dally looks like he’s made out of gold

- johnny loves it

- dally ofc doesn’t notice or let on to johnny staring

- johnny looks back to the road in front of them

- “i’m pansexual.”

- “you’re what?”

- “i could fall in love with anyone, dal.”

- “even a guy?”

- “even a guy.”

- johnny can feel dally staring at him

- he’s terrified to look up at dally but he does

- dally’s face is totally blank

- “whatever makes you happy, kid.”

- johnny can’t figure out how dally feels about it

- a small part of johnny is scared that dally’s angry

- but dally offers him a cigarette and johnny knows he’s at least not angry

- they don’t talk. just smoke in peace. the radio fills the silence

- which allows johnny’s mind to wander

- his parents would disown him

- so he never comes out to them

- he cries when lgbt+ get equal marriage rights. first, it’s out of elation because he is so happy. but then he goes home and hears his parents bashing the lgbt+ community

- he doesn’t even get through the door when he hears them

- and he goes back to the curtises

- he’s a mess

- he’s trying really hard not to cry but he can’t

- he can’t do it

- he was apart of that community and they were people, too

- ponyboy gets him to calm down after an hour

- he stays with the curtises for a week after that night

- johnny was a lot quieter after that, if that was even possible

- it worried dallas the most, though

- “c'mon, johnny, man, you haven’t said five words all day!”

- “i’m fine, dal.”

- it went on like that for a month, driving dally insane

- so, when dally runs out of ideas, he turns to the oldest curtis brother for help

- dally and darry have always been close,, okay

- and darry honestly saw this coming. he was just waiting for dallas to figure this out himself

- so darry isn’t surprised when dallas comes to him and all he’s talking about is johnny

- darry can tell dally’s been drinking by the way he slurrs his words and how he can hardly stand up

- “dar, what’s wrong with johnny? why won’t he talk to me?”

- darry, being the genius he is, starts to play a little mind game with dallas

- “why does it matter, dal?”

- “‘cause he’s my friend, dar.“

- “you’re friends with sodapop and you don’t care if you go a few days without talking to him.”

- “well johnny’s different, man!”

- “why’s johnny different? why do you care if you don’t talk for a few days?”

- “‘cause i want him happy! and ‘cause he doesn’t act like i’m an asshole!”

- “why does it matter what johnny thinks of you?“

- “i don’t know, man! he just..he makes me want to be less of an ass.”

- “so johnny makes you better?”

- darry watched as a drunk, crooked smile found its way across the younger boy‘s face. it made darry smile, too.

- “yeah, man. i love the little dude.”

- “yeah, just like a brother to you, right?” darry knew this wasn’t how dallas loved johnny, but he needed dally to say it himself.

- darry knew he gotten through to dallas when his eyebrows scrunched up.

- “no, man. i love him the way i loved sylvia. i wanna—” dallas then went on to describe all of the very raunchy ways he wanted to see johnny cade, and it made darry want to rip his ear drums out (he did not need those visuals of his friends), but he had gotten through to dallas.

- “dal—” darry cut dallas off mid-sentence,“why don’t you go find johnny and tell him yourself?”

- dallas’ drunk smile faltered.“no, man. what if he doesn’t feel the same, man?”

- “you’ll never know unless you try.”

- “dammit, darry. he’d be in the lot, right?”

- “yeah.”

- and like that, dally was gone. darry quickly sent johnny a text to give him a heads up about what was about to happen and to be in the lot.

i felt like this was a good place to stop. should i write more outsiders headcannons??
Hiding in the Impala

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Reader’s Ex

Warnings: the reader’s ex is an ass, fight scenes, angst, swearing

Summary: The Reader is running from her crazy ex and happens to jump into a certain Impala to hide. 

A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:) 

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anonymous asked:

I'm not usually one for angst, but I just had a thought and maybe you can give your insight on it too. What if Seven & MC both died in [insert some sort of accident here] and entrusted their child(ren) to Saeran? How do you think that would go? qq thank youuuuu

(◞‸◟;) so sad but I will write!

  • The news of the car accident was jarring for Saeran
  • But his new title of legal guardian to his niece, his brother and sister-in-laws 6 year old daughter, was overwhelming to say the least
  • He remembered them asking if they could put him down in the will and he just shrugged it off as something you did, he never actually thought anything would come of it
  • The first day was the hardest
  • She was quiet
  • More quiet than she normally was
  • He could tell that she was sad and scared
  • In her little hands she had been clutching a picture of her with her parents on her 6th birthday 
  • His place wasn’t exactly set up for kids
  • He hadn’t even been able to grab most of her stuff or her bed from the old house
  • So he placed some blankets and a pillow on the couch for her
    • “Are you…hungry?” he asked
  • Though she still didn’t make eye contact with anything but the floor, she shook her head ‘no’
  • And Saeran sighed in relief
  • As he was staring into his empty cabinets at a few cans and an old box of crackers
  • A grocery store trip would be a must the next day
  • He had Yoosung watch her during the afternoon so he could go out
  • He figured it would be too much for her to go home and see everything so soon
  • It was sad to see all of the things scattered around the apartment
  • Saeyoung’s half-finished toy projects still lay on his work bench
  • The calendar hanging on the wall with appointments that will never be made
  • Spoiled food in the fridge
  • He lingered in the hall to look at photos
  • There were the wedding ones
  •  Saeyoung hugging Saeran during the reception, a huge grin on his face as always 
  • And pictures from the birth of his niece
  • He had never seen Saeyoung so happy
  • Saeran remembered holding her small body for the first time in the hospital
    • “She’s…cute,” he said with a half smile
  • He threw some toys that looked promising in a bag and loaded her bed up
  • Taking one last look at the place before leaving
  • He would have to figure out what to do with everything eventually, but for now he’d focus on his niece
  • His computer room was cleaned out and he moved her bed into there
    • “You can decorate or whatever…I tried to grab what I thought you would want but I can always go back,” he placed the bag next to her bed
  • She ran to the bag and began rummaging through it, throwing out a few things until she found what she wanted
  • A cat stuffed animal she’s had since she was an infant
  • She pressed the paw and Saeyoung’s voice came singing through
  • He had recorded both of their voices singing lullabies and saying sweet things to her
    • Mommy and daddy love you so much
  • She clutched the cat and began to cry
  • Oh shit, she’s crying…
  • Saeran froze for a moment not knowing what to do
  • He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her back
    • “It’s okay to be sad…and it’s okay to cry,” he said softly
  • Not the best words but it was all he could think to say
  • He made a mediocre meal for dinner and she picked at it a lot without eating much
  • Saeran didn’t blame her, but he knew his cooking would improve the more he did it
  • Which, he guessed, would be just about every day now that she was there…
  • He cleaned up the plate’s and bowls from the table
    • “Is this normally when you go to bed?” he really was lost
  • She nodded and grabbed her kitty plush to get ready for bed
  • He could hear the sound clips from the cat going off intermittently as he washed the dishes
  • When he finished and her light was still on he peered in from the doorway to see her sitting in the bed crying softly
    • “Do you need something? To like…talk or something?”
  • She shook her head
    • “Well…mom and dad would…read to me,” she said through whimpers
  • Right, of course
    • “I’ll be right back,” he said
  • When he returned he had a book in one hand and was dragging his computer chair in the other
  • Sitting next to the bed he showed her the cover
    • “S-” he choked for a second, “your dad used to read this to me when we were your age,” he opened it up
    • “Dad did?” she wiped her eyes and seemed interested for the first time since she arrived
    • “Yeah, he did. He always made sure to explain things to me, and do voices,” Saeran smiled remembering it
    • “Dad did that for me, too,” she smiled
    • “I’m not your dad…but I can try my best to read it like he would.”
  • He closed the book and stood up
    • “Do you like ice cream?” he asked her
    • “I do”
    • “Stories are always better with ice cream, I’ll go get some.”
  • He had seen her smile finally
  • Perhaps he was getting somewhere
    • “Ice cream? In bed? Is that okay?” she asked
  • Saeran shrugged
    • “I think for tonight it’s okay.”

iswearitsnotanigloo  asked:

Just gonna leave a message before I block you in hopes you might avoid hurting even more people. Repeatedly using a word that is personally harmful to a lot of people after being asked to stop is a fucking jerk move. Let's say someone said pineapples made them uncomfortable and upset. Would you go and purposely talk about pineapples around them? No, that would be rude and actually considering outright bullying. That's what you're doing with the r slur right now.


Bullying people now…


Sorry for bullying everyone who doesn’t like the R word.

I’ll move to the united states and learn from the culture over there so I can offend no one.


Just Admit it

A/N: Hello! I wrote something really quick, it’s not the best, but I’m not really a writer (and English is not my first language) but I wrote this because I love that scene when Clay finds out Tony is gay and I love sadness and vague things. Don’t worry happy things will come soon! 

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“I hope he’s still my boyfriend. He’s been pretty annoyed ‘cause I’ve been spending my time with another guy.” Silence.

“You.” Tony clarified for Clay.

“Oh. You mean with the tapes and all and not in a romantic way?”


Tony’s heart pounded as he hoped that Clay wouldn’t see right through him. Yes, he had been looking out for Clay all this time because he didn’t want him to go through this alone, but the truth was that he had always spent a little too much time with Clay.

Ever since they first became friends, it felt like his job was to look out for the blue eyed boy, but Tony had always done it with an open heart, it never had bothered him because this was Clay Jensen who we are talking about.

Clay who was so kind hearted, Clay who had lost Jeff, Clay who had lost Hannah.

Tony didn’t have the heart to leave him alone.

He wasn’t sure when it first started, hell, Tony wasn’t sure how he ended up feeling for Clay, but he was sure that they were feelings that he simply didn’t have for Brad.

Was it after Ryan? Probably. He didn’t think about that part of his past too much anymore. Tony had bigger things in mind and one of them was walking besides him to his car.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Clay questioned once they were on the road. The silence between them was never uncomfortable, it just gave them space to think.

“I thought you knew.” Tony stated, like he had before. “I thought you just didn’t care.” He cleared his throat, looking over at Clay with a small frown on his face.

“I-I don’t. I’m surprised, but I don’t mind, if that’s what you mean.” Clay quickly intervened, but continued. “I just thought I was your best friend and this went completely over my head. I mean, you dated Ryan? How did I miss that?” Tony laughed softly at Clay’s confusion and questions.

“You were just too busy looking at someone else.” Tony said, his heart clenching a little. “It’s not a big deal. Nothing changes just because I’m gay.”

“But what if it does changes thing for me?” Clay replied, not looking at Tony. Suddenly he felt worried. Was Clay uncomfortable with this? Did he think that Tony would makes moves on him? He would never do something that Clay didn’t want to. All this time he was being careful not to scare Clay Jensen away.

“What does that mean? Are you against it or something, man?” Tony asked.

“No. Not at all. I just mean what if-.” Clay shook his head and reached for the radio, playing whatever tape Tony already had in. “You know what, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Okay.” Was the last words as the two boys drove down the roads they had before. Tony was not sure what Clay meant, but he wasn’t going to push it. They could talk about it later. Jensen had a lot on his plate right now and Tony didn’t want to add to that, actually he wanted to take some of it away,some of that pain that Clay was holding inside.

It hurt watching the one you love suffer, they both knew that very well.

anonymous asked:

Zutarians act like Katara's romance with Aang is to the detriment of her character but somehow one with Zuko wouldn't just put her in nurturing position for an older man. I am not for Kataang but I don't think any of the show's characters would NOT put Katara in the position of a nurturer and giver. She gives too much as it is. Except perhaps Toph but Toph is twelve, confused and has parental issues. What I'm trying to ask is what does Katara gain from Zutara except acceptance.

What Katara Would Gain from Zutara

[Edited to add “Bato of the Water Tribe”! Thanks, @ adifferentcupofzutara!]

Katara would gain a partner who would help her with household duties without being asked:

Rather than someone who leaves the chores to her while he shows off for his fangirls.

Katara: Watching you show off for a bunch of girls does not sound like fun.
Aαng: Well, neither does carrying your basket.

She would gain a partner who shares parental responsibilities …

Katara: Aαng, don’t walk away from this.

Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

And acts like a father:

Zuko: Keep in mind, these are dual swords. Two halves of a single weapon. Don’t think of them as separate, because they’re not. They’re just two different parts of the same whole.

Rather than someone who IS a parental responsibility …

And acts like her son.

Katara: What do you think, Aαng? Do I act like a mom?
Aαng: Well, I…
Katara: Stop rubbing your eye and speak clearly when you talk!

Katara: My goodness! That doesn’t sound like our Kuzon.

Katara: I’ve been training Aαng for a while now. He really responds well to a positive teaching experience. Lots of encouragement and praise. Kind words. If he’s doing something wrong, maybe a gentle nudge in the right direction.

She would gain a partner who respects her personal boundaries: 

Katara: What are you doing?!
Zuko: Keeping rocks from crushing you.
Katara: Okay, I’m not crushed. You can get off me now.

Zuko [retracts his arm so Katara can move away from him]: I’ll take that as a thank you.

 Rather than someone who transgresses them.

Katara: Aαng, I’m sorry but right now,  I’m just a little confused.

Katara: I just said that I was confused!

Someone who sees her as an ally:

Zuko: I can handle Azula.
Iroh: Not alone. You’ll need help.
Zuko: You’re right. Katara, how would you like to help me put Azula in her place?

And not a possession.

Actor Zuko: Wait.  I thought you were the Avatar’s girl.

Aαng: [nods] 

Someone who waits for the right time to talk:

Katara: You look terrible. 
Zuko: I waited out here all night.

Rather than pushing her:

Katara: Because we’re in the middle of a war and we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aαng:  Well, when IS the right time?

Someone who understands how much she needs her family to be there …

Katara: Dad.
Hakoda: Hi, Katara.
Katara: How are you here? What is going on?

And puts their needs over his:

Sokka: No, I’m staying. You guys go. You’ve been here long enough.
Suki: I’m not leaving without you, Sokka.
Zuko: I’m staying too.

Rather than someone who disappears when she depends on him …

Katara: He left.
Hakoda: What?
Katara: Aαng. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone. That it’s all his responsibility.
Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.
Katara: It’s not brave. It’s selfish and stupid. We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much that we need him too? How could he just leave us behind?

And puts his needs over theirs.

Sokka: This is the map to our father! You had it the whole time!? How could you?

She would not only gain a partner who, unlike her canon love interest, sympathizes with the loss of her mother:

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother and they could have done the same to your people.
Aαng:  Just because no one has seen an airbender doesn’t mean the Fire Nation killed them all. They probably escaped.
Katara: I know it’s hard to accept.
Aαng: You don’t understand, Katara. The only way to get to an airbender temple is on a flying bison, and I doubt the Fire Nation has any flying bison. Right, Appa?

Katara: I don’t?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally. The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone.  And so was she.
Zuko: Your Mother was a brave woman.

Katara:  I know.

But who trusts her to deal with anger and pain in HER way …

Rather than pestering her to do things HIS way.

Aαng: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Aαng: Katara, you do have a choice. Forgiveness. 

Aαng: It’s okay, because I forgive you.  That give you any ideas?

Aαng: Let your anger out and then let it go. Forgive him.

Aαng: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing. 

Ironically, a partner who understands that some things are more important than romance!

Aαng: Katara is in danger! I have to go.

Guru Pathik: No, Aαng! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Zuko: Stop! This isn’t about you. This is about the Fire Nation.

But who would still die for her in a heartbeat …

Rather than risk her life (and everyone’s) to retain his moral purity.

Most of all, she would gain someone who sees her for who she is:

Rather than who he wants her to be.

And who doesn’t try to change her to make her better for him.

anonymous asked:

Thanks for doing the fundraising drive, Sam, I hope it goes well! I was donation "random word: outstanding." I headcanon Steve as panromantic asexual and, if you're into it, I'd love to see a few words about that because no one writes ace fic. Otherwise anything upbeat, really. Thanks again!

Oooh, a challenge! Hope this is okay, I know asexual covers a lot of different attitudes towards sex. And that you’re ok with Steve/Tony.    

“So…no sex at all?”

Steve grinned at Clint, who was looking perplexed. “No, Clint. No sex at all.”

“You don’t even want to?”

“Not especially. I’m always surprised other folks do. I used to think it was a joke,” Steve said. 

“But you date people,” Clint said. “You’re dating Tony Stark.”

“Indeed I am.”

“And you dated Sharon Carter for like two minutes, right?” Clint’s eyes widened. “Was it because of the – “

“No,” Steve said. 

“Really? She was cool with it?”

“Shockingly,” Steve said deadpan. Clint took the hint.

“Sorry, that was rude.”

“It’s fine. Sharon and I broke up for other reasons.” 

Silence fell. Steve glanced at Clint over his breakfast cereal.

“You can ask,” he said, and he almost wasn’t done speaking before Clint blurted, 

“Is TONY okay with it?” 

“Tony is fine with it. What you fail to realize, Binocular Brain,” Tony said, walking into the kitchen with an empty mug, “is that I am forty-five, not twenty-five, so if he did want sex I’d barely be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I have two perfectly good hands.”  

“They’re very nice,” Steve added.

“Thank you, I think so.” Tony poured out a cup of coffee, added just enough milk to cool it to drinkable temperature, and slurped down half of it. “Clint, what relationship advice would you give someone who is having a compatibility issue with their partner?”

Clint considered his, stirring his cereal. “I dunno. Find ways to make it work, I suppose,” he said.  

“And is that likely to easier or more difficult when it’s an emotional issue rather than a physical one?” Tony continued, leaning against Steve’s shoulder. 

“Fine, you got me, physical workarounds are probably easier,” Clint grumbled, but he sounded good-natured about it. 

“Run along, Mom and Dad have stuff to talk about,” Tony said. “Go google asexual, then go google panromantic. For good measure, google bisexual Tony Stark.” 

“Keep safesearch on when you do!” Steve called after him, as Clint cleared out. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Mostly what you want to do today. I think we should go to the Met, look at some art, and then not have sex,” Tony said brightly. Steve leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. 

Today I had a really great interaction? Someone left a reply to one of my posts that said “Please stop perpetuating [idea]” and I didn’t really understand exactly what they were saying, so I messaged them like, “Hey, can I just ask about this comment you left? I want to understand.”

So they clarified their meaning, and then did the extra work of explaining WHY that particular thing was problematic, since they’re disabled and have particular access needs and this phenomenon makes life difficult for them, and how they didn’t think I ought to take the post down, just that it described something they found annoying and tiring; and I said “Oh okay, I understand, I’m gonna have to be a lot more thoughtful from now on. That’s not my usual perspective but I know these conversations can be exhausting so I won’t push my experiences on you.”

But then they said, “I’m having a good day and you heard me out, what’s your perspective?” and I explained the differences in disability and income that made my experiences different, and we realized there was a thing where we lived in two different countries and the issue was legislated really differently in a way that made the same words evoke very different situations for us, and then we complained a bit together about experiences we had in common and what we’d like to see in the future, and it ended up being positive and enriching.

So we both ended up knowing more and feeling heard and understood and I’m gonna think a lot harder about this issue in the future and it was just… so good? It was undoubtedly easier because we’re both disabled and really aware of the issues in play (if a little limited in our scope, apparently) so there wasn’t as much “check your privilege” going on, but it was also just nice to remember that callouts don’t always have to be like, “I hate you and you are a horrible person”.

Tumblr is so full of people sniping and vaguing at each other. I wish there were better ways for us to more often talk without it being an awful fighty mess or constantly having to prove that your oppression exists or being the single screen a person has projected all of their frustrations ever onto.

Safe - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Could I request an overprotective Jughead imagine? Not in a bad way, he’s just worried about you because of what happened to Jason

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

I’m sorry this is so short. I just didn’t know where to take it. 

Ever since the summer, Jughead Jones had been acting very different around you. He was still his witty, sarcastic self,  but he seemed more closed off. If you were talking to someone, someone connected to the Blossom case, Jughead wouldn’t be far behind you. He’d lurk around until you were done talking to them, and then be glued to your side. He wouldn’t ask questions about what you were talking about, he would just glare at people as you walked down the hall. One time, Veronica pointed out that he looked like a dog protecting his owner. You had laughed originally, but the next time it happened, you could see the similarities.

You had just been speaking with Cheryl, a few moments ago, when Jughead fell in beside you. “Hey Jug,” you said, getting his attention, “what’s up?” You looked towards him as you both walked down the halls. “Nothing, just walking with you,” he said giving you a smile, one that, when you didn’t smile back, faded off his features. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the side of the hallway, away from prying ears. “You’ve been doing that a lot,” you whispered and Jughead raised his eyebrows. “It’s not that I don’t like it,” you added, trying to save yourself, “it’s just out of character.” He nodded along with your words, as if he agreed. “I just don’t trust anyone,” he replied finally, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly and looked into his eyes. “I don’t need protecting Jug,” you whispered back and he shook his head. “There’s a murderer out there Y/N and we don’t know who it is,” he stepped closer to you, and you could actually see the panic in his eyes. “We could’ve just seen them and we’d never know,” he whispered and you felt his worry, running off of him like a waterfall.

“Okay,” you said soothingly, placing your hand at the side of his face, “I get it.” He let out a heavy breath and turned his face to press it into your palm. You smiled weakly up at him, happy that he was finally open with you, but scared that he was worrying so much. His eyelashes tickled your palm when calmed down enough to open his eyes again. He turned to face you, his hand reaching up to hold yours that was still on his face. “I’m sorry I was acting weird,” he murmured and you pulled you hand away to wrap your arms around his waist. “Don’t apologize,” you whispered as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, “you were just concerned.” He nodded, “I just want to see you safe,” he whispered and you nodded against his chest. “I am safe right now,” you whispered back and you felt how true your words were. You felt safest when you were with Jughead, as if nothing in the world could harm either of you.

You pulled away, and found yourself leaning upwards. Your lips brushed against his and he pressed back. He kissed you as if it was going to be the last thing he ever did, so he needed to pour his heart into it. His hand was on the back of your neck, pressing deeper. You felt his lips move against yours, as if he were repeating a mantra. “I love you,” you heard him say, after he pulled back a little. You smiled at him, pressing your lips to his once more, “I love you too.” He smiled against your lips, “safe?” You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “Safe,” you whispered back and the bell rang loudly. You looked at Jughead who frowned a little. “Pop’s after school,” you asked, squeezing his hand. He looked up at you and nodded, “sure.” You walked away, letting your hand fall slowly from his; the words he said flashed before your mind, causing you to smile. “Safe.” 

Telling Them Off

Requested: Hi!!! Maybe an imagine where like y/n is getting a lot of hate from Shawns fans and like one time a fan starts insulting her in front of Shawn and he becomes all protective. P.S. Love your blog! It’s really one of the best ones!!! 💖💖💖


Your name: submit What is this?


You’ve just arrived at the Toronto airport with Shawn to fly to Japan. You happened to have a break from school at the same time he was scheduled to go to Japan, so he asked you to go with him. Since you barely get to see him while you have school because you’re so busy, you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with him when you were finally on break. In the year that you’ve been dating Shawn, you sometimes find yourself overwhelmed whenever you’re flying with him. You already don’t like airplanes because they freak you out, but it doesn’t help that there are almost always tons of fans waiting at the airport trying to get pictures with Shawn.

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Rescue You

Originally posted by gunesibeklerkn

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “I need Clay Jensen imagines please! Maybe first fight or smth?”

Words: 839

A/N: Here’s another Clay imagine! I feel guilty whenever he has discussions with the reader so it finished in that way.
I am expecting other imagine requests, so send them in!

P.S.: I am so flattered because my Jeff Atkins x Reader imagine reached more than 300 notes. Thank you.

- G. x

It’s been a while that you were noticing Clay depressed and down, but you never bothered to ask him about it because of the fear of fighting with him. You never fought in the past, even though you were already together for months.

You heard that he went to talk to some people, first, with Justin Foley, then Jessica Davis and Alex Standall, and blamed them for being the reasons of why Hannah, a former friend of yours, killed herself.

You honestly didn’t know why she took her life in that way but you heard people talking behind her back and you felt disappointed for yourself because you never did anything to stand up for your own friend. What a shame!

“Lainie? Matt?” You called out as you knocked harder on the Jensen’s door, hoping they heard you before Clay did.

“(Y/N)!” Lainie exclaimed as she quickly hugged you once the door hung open. “Thank you.” She was grateful, because you finally came to rescue Clay from the depression that has been devouring him.

“It’s not a problem, Lainie.” You assured her as you wrapped your arms around her to hug her back.

“He’s upstairs,” You both broke the hug and she let you in. “I have no idea what he’s into, so can you please try talking to him?” She pleaded.

“Of course.” You flashed her a weak smile as you started to go upstairs. You knocked on Clay’s door before entering and he didn’t seem so happy to see you like always.

“What are you doing here?” Clay’s deep voice scared you but you took your courage out as you wanted to confront him about his attitude lately.

“What’s happening, Clay?” You straightforwardly asked as you sat on the opposite side of where he was. You didn’t expect him to be like this and it saddened you because he didn’t even bother to give you a hug or something.

“Nothing’s happening!” He snapped at you and looked at you like he was about to eat you. You were scared, of course, because you didn’t think that you’ve done something wrong. “Mind your own fucking business.”

“Jesus Christ, I am trying to talk to you in a calm way Jensen!” You blurted out, running out of the patience you had in store.

“No one ever said that you should pry over my problems, right?” He shot you a death glare and he stood up from his bed. “No one will ever understand what I am feeling right now, not my mum, not my dad, neither will you!”

“Fuck you, Jensen!” You stood up from your sit and you decided to walk out of the room. It was the first discussion you had with him and you could say that it wasn’t a nice feeling. You didn’t like it and your eyes started to water.

“(Y/N),” He suddenly shouted and followed you. “I’m sorry.” He gripped on your forearm to stop you from walking, but you wanted to push him away. In the end, you stopped in the middle of the hall, you were facing the bathroom door and giving him your back.

You came there to help him and you had a kind heart to help someone who didn’t want your help. Yes, you couldn’t obligate him to want your help, but you expected to receive a little bit of respect, mostly from your boyfriend.

“I’m really sorry.” You suddenly felt two strong arms around your waist and a warm body pressed on your back. “I know that you are my girlfriend and that you are a keeper, but I am not ready to tell anything about it.”

“You could’ve said it in a nicer way, Clay.” Some teardrops started to stain your dark coloured shirt. You were puzzled and upset at the same time.

“I know, I am really really sorry babe.” He rested his chin on your shoulder as he tried to apologize for something that he has done.

“I’m sorry too, because I was being nosey.” You hiccupped and wiped the tears on your cheeks.

“Hey, stop crying.” He spun you to face him and he quickly wiped your tears. You saw in his eyes that he was sorry and sadness was seen on his face. “You shouldn’t apologize, everything is my fault. Okay? Stop crying and apologizing.”

“Okay.” You shortly responded, emotionlessly.

“I promise that I will tell you things when I am ready. I really promise, love.” You knew that he was sincere and you nodded in response.

“Thank you.” You hugged him tightly as you needed some comfort and Clay perfectly knew how to cheer you up.

“No,” he hugged you even tighter. “thank you.”

“I love you, Clay.” You honestly said as you swallowed your pride. “A lot.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).” Those words came from his pure heart. “More than you can imagine.” He left a sweet kiss on your temple as you both remained standing there, hugging each other and repairing the fragments of the two of you.