tough love i see

In my experience, what every true artist wants, really wants, is to be paid.
—  Terry Pratchett  -  “Soul Music”
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dont worry, im here for u 💕  

You won’t touch my son and I’m not talking about James.
— 

the sentence that saved Sirius’ life

“I suggest you stay out of this Euphemia, this is none of your business.”

“Oh, you made it my business when this boy showed up in my living room, barely breathing,” shot back Euphemia with all the rage that had been building up in her. Sirius was hiding behind her, careful not to catch Walburga’s piercing eyes.

“You are exaggerating,” she replied. “Nothing wrong with a little tough love.”

“I know an Unforgivable Curse when I see one Walburga,” she hissed just loud enough for people around them to hear, Walburga was turning purple with anger. “If I could, I would take Regulus from you, too, before he ends up dead from your tough love.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

“The same way you dare torture your children Walburga,” she said without blinking. “Now let go of my wrist and stay away from my sons.”

Things the signs don’t like:

(I’m not trying to tell you what you don’t like this is just my opinion based on the Signs as I know them)

Aries: I feel like they are sarcastic but hate sarcasm from others

Taurus: Change

Gemini: Doesn’t like being in situations where they can’t speak their mind

Cancer: People who won’t let them help. I feel like even though they are meant to be the most ‘cry baby’ out of all of the signs, they keep their emotions in and are more 'motherly’. They show tough love and I honestly don’t really see them cry. I think their the toughest.

Leo: Not being the centre of attention (just kidding.) They hate negative people that doubt everything.

Virgo: MESS

Libra: Not being listened too

Scorpio: Being emotionally exposed

Sagittarius: Commitment (sometimes) and restrictions from freedom!

Capricorn: Someone getting in the way of something they want to accomplish

Aquarius: Everyone copying them, whether it’s their style or homework

Pisces: close-minded people!

  • Sherlock: *lying on the sofa, in his mind palace*
  • Mary: *sighs*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: The posh boy loves the pathologist.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: Aren't you listening to me?
  • Sherlock: Nope.
  • Mary: You can't ignore it.
  • Sherlock: *still in his mind palace* Yes, I can. See? This is me. Ignoring it.
  • Mary: The silver fox has been barking up that tree for years.
  • Mary: Meat Dagger's keeping an open mind.
  • Mary: And then there's the consulting criminal-
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* He's dead.
  • Mary: *scoffs* So am I. Doesn't stop me getting in your head.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; sits up* Fine. What do I do?
  • Mary: *shrugs* Not sure. But you might want to hurry up. Silver fox is taking hot doctor death to dinner.
  • Sherlock: *stands up* What? Why didn't you tell me?
  • Mary: *gestures* Coke-brain, remember?
  • Sherlock: *huffs; runs out the door*
  • Mary: COAT!
  • Sherlock: *runs back and grabs his coat; leaves*
  • Mary: KEYS!
  • Sherlock: *hurries in and takes his keys; annoyed* Anything else?
  • Mary: Yeah, don't forget to snog her.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* See you later, Mary *leaves the flat*
Nessian Parallels

Nesta’s throat bobbed. “Please.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard that word from her mouth. “Please—do not leave us to face this alone.”
The eldest queen remained unmoved. I had no words in my head.
We had shown them … we had … we had done everything. Even Rhys was silent, his face unreadable.
But then Cassian crossed to Nesta, the guards stiffening as the Illyrian moved through them as if they were stalks of wheat in a field.
He studied Nesta for a long moment. She was still glaring at the queens, her eyes lined with tears—tears of rage and despair, from that fire that burned her so violently from within. When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.
His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”
I watched a tear slide down Nesta’s cheek. And I watched as Cassian reached up a hand to wipe it away.

 I was quote flicking for writing purposes but I think this part is interesting for a reason that…Has never really been talked about. But I think it’s incredibly important that at no point in this scene does Cassian say ‘you’. He does not say ‘I will protect you’ he says that he will protect her house, her people. He will protect what is important to her. 

Nesta in this scene implores the queens not to forsake them but instead to help them. She says that there is no way they will all be able to evacuate (’they’ meaning all of the humans beneath the wall. All of them) She asks the queens not to abandon them. Not her and Elain. Not her household. Not her estates. Not even her town. All of them. People. Her people. 

And what Cassian says and does that so moves her and is so important to her is not that he will defend her. He doesn’t swear that he’ll be her shield and stand before her and ensure she is protected. He swears to return to war, to stand on a battlefield again, to fight- his kind and hers side by side again as it once was- to defend her people, those who cannot fight for themselves. 

And this is…Even more interesting because this is what Nesta does, and has always done, as well. 

Nesta would buy Elain time to run. Not my father, whom she resented with her entire steely heart. Not me, because Nesta had always known and hated that she and I were two sides of the same coin, and that I could fight my own battles. But Elain, the flower-grower, the gentle heart … Nesta would go down swinging for her.

This is really, really early on in ACOTAR but it gets overlooked a lot, I think, and leads to Nesta being misunderstood a lot as well. I’ve meta’d a lot on Nesta and Feyre before and I’ve pointed out that Feyre would probably have either resented Nesta for trying to take over and not letting her do what needed to be done or just been downright baffled for it. Nesta doesn’t bother fighting for Feyre here because she knows Feyre is more than capable of doing that herself. She’ll fight instead for Elain - Elain who can’t fight or defend herself in that way. And we see this again when Nesta goes to the Wall for Feyre because something felt wrong. Something about Tamlin and the lie he sold Feyre didn’t sit right with her and so when her sister actually did need her, Nesta tried to find her. (Which very neatly parallels Feyre warning Nesta of Tomas as well - because there was something wrong there too but that’s another meta) 

The point is that Cassian here not only recognises that Nesta does not need anyone to fight her battles for her, and would likely hate them if they tried (this is..a big part of why she and Feyre clash. Nesta resents having to rely on her little sister, she resents Feyre doing this thing that she can’t and looking after her - looking after all of them) and Cassian gets that. 

This woman does not need anyone to fight for her or protect her or coddle her. They understand each other He fights for the same reasons and the same kinds of people that she fights for: those who cannot fight themselves. 

TL;DR: Cassian does not promise to fight her battles for her. He promises to fight her battles with her. 

mum

Sirius Black had always traveled to King’s Cross with incredible joy in his heart knowing that he wouldn’t have to return to Grimmauld Place, 12 for several months and that he wouldn’t see his family for a very long time. This was the first time Sirius had trouble getting out of his bed on 1st of September. He didn’t know how to explain it but it felt like a hippogriff was sitting on his chest making it hard to breathe.

“Padfoot,” sighed James. “If you make me miss the train, I will steal all of Remus’ chocolate and blame it on you and he will believe me.”

“Idunwanowunintmmawf,” said Sirius into his pillow. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I don’t want to run into my mother,” he replied sitting up realising he didn’t have the strength to deal with James Potter at the moment. 

“We will move quickly and we won’t see even a string of her hair,” smiled James. “That’s a promise, Pads.”

“But she will see us Prongs,” mumbled Sirius looking like a lost puppy. “That bitch has her ways, she always finds me and Regulus in the crowd.”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous and get out of the bed” ordered James in return as he attempted carrying his trunk down the stairs for a second. “MUUUUUM can I locomotor my trunk dooooownn?”

“NO,” said Euphemia sternly from downstairs. “You’ll carry it down James and so will Sirius.”

“But muuuum-”

“James, dear, you are sixteen years old,” explained his mum like she was talking to a small child to make sure he doesn’t set the house on fire. “Stop acting like you are four or that girl you like so much won’t even look your way let alone like you. Independent women like grown men, not needy children.”

Euphemia Potter had a way with her son, she knew where all of his buttons were and how to push them just right because James Potter and his trunk were downstairs the Muggle way in a minute after the pep talk she had given. 

The breakfast was calmer than usual with Fleamont being at work and Sirius acting like he is half dead. When they were completely ready to floo themselves to the train station, Euphemia put her hand softly on Sirius’ shoulder, a kind of touch he wasn’t still used to after almost two months.

“Sirius,” began Euphemia. “What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me.”

“I just really don’t want to run into my mother,” confessed Sirius. “I’m scared of what she might do to you.”

James shook his head in disbelief, he found it hard to understand the irrational fear Sirius had. He knew Walburga was one disturbed woman but he also knew his mother shouldn’t be underestimated.

“Walburga should be scared of running into me,” said Euphemia half jokingly but James knew what would happen if they were to run into that woman. “I can handle him dear.”

Sirius nodded as convincingly as he could before he grabbed floo powder from the porcelain bowl standing next to the marble fireplace.

“King’s Cross,” he said clearly and he was gone with the green flames in seconds.

It didn’t take long for James and his mum to come with the flames. They hurried towards the Platform 9 ¾ with their trolleys and James ran face first into the wall just to disappear into thin air and then Euphemia and Sirius ran to the other side of the wall as well. 

Hogwarts Express was standing with all it’s crimson glory waiting for the students to get in to take them to Hogwarts. The three of them walked hastily to where the Marauders’ compartment was. They stood in front of the door to say their goodbyes.

“Be good,” said Euphemia. “I don’t want any letters from Minerva this year James.”

“Mum, you know I can’t promise anything.”

“Where did I go wrong while raising you?” she asked curiously. “Don’t answer that.”

“Sirius, write to me whenever you feel like it,” she reminded. “I’ll be expecting you home for Christmas, alright?”

“Yes, mum,” said Sirius and choked on his words almost instantly as a warm smile formed on Euphemia’s lips and James’ eyes lit up like they were fairy lights.

“Tsk tsk, Sirius,” came Walburga’s cold voice behind them. “We shouldn’t call blood traitors who didn’t give birth to us ‘mum’.”

It seemed like Sirius had shrunk in size as Euphemia stepped in front of him protectively.

“Tsk tsk Walburga,” she repeated. “We shouldn’t eavesdrop on conversations that aren’t ours and give opinions that no one asked for. He can call me ‘mum’ whenever he wants to, seeing that his actual mother is not available at the moment.”

Walburga made an attempt to grab Sirius by the wrist but Euphemia was agile for her age and she was holding onto Sirius’ wrist like he would die if she let go.

“You won’t touch my son and I’m not talking about James.”

“I suggest you stay out of this Euphemia, this is none of your business.”

“Oh, you made it my business when this boy showed up in my living room, barely breathing,” shot back Euphemia with all the rage that had been building up in her. Sirius was hiding behind her, careful not to catch Walburga’s piercing eyes.

“You are exaggerating,” she replied. “Nothing wrong with a little tough love.”

“I know an Unforgivable Curse when I see one Walburga,” she hissed just loud enough for people around them to hear, Walburga was turning purple with anger. “If I could, I would take Regulus from you, too, before he ends up dead from your tough love.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

“The same way you dare torture your children Walburga,” she said without blinking. “Now let go of my wrist and stay away from my sons.”

Sirius was trembling behind Euphemia who was standing like she was the queen of the universe, she didn’t move until Walburga Black turned around and left. 

“I told you I could handle her,” she said with a reassuring smile and caressed Sirius’ cheek softly. Sirius noticed the marks on Euphemia’s wrist then, burn marks like the long boney fingers of his mother. “As long as you got me, she can never come close to you and know that there’s nothing wrong with you calling me mum. Anyone would be proud to have you as a son and I am, too.”

“I- I can heal that if y-you want m-mum,” said Sirius, his voice shaking with the weight he was feeling on his shoulders. “I’ve- I’ve gotten pretty g-good with h-healing charms.”

“No Sirius, I can fix it. You forget you are not allowed to practice magic outside of Hogwarts,” she reminded and laughed a little. “It’s funny that a woman of her age is unable to control her magic like a toddler.”

Sirius’ eyes were still fixed on Euphemia’s thin wrist, his eyes filling up with the anger and sadness he was feeling. He lifted his eyes just a little to give a guilty look to James and saw his best friend smiling warmly down at him, he didn’t hide his pity but he didn’t have to. James always found it rather unlucky that Sirius ended up in such a messy family and never lied about how he felt about that situation, his pity was because he cared.

“Mum’s a big girl mate,” he said like he knew Sirius was about to spiral down and he needed someone to say something, anything. “She can take care of herself.”

“He is right, love,” nodded Euphemia. “Now, off you go, we don’t want you to miss the train because of something as unimportant and miserable as Walburga.”

“Just call her a bitch, mum.”

“James Fleamont Potter,” began Euphemia as she jokingly flicked her son’s arm. “You kiss me with that mouth and you will stop saying that word, even though some people deserve it, or so help me Merlin I’ll ground you until the end of time.”

“Okay, okay,” surrendered James. “I’ll just call her a goblin.”

“That’s my boy,” she replied and the spark came back to Sirius’ grey eyes. Euphemia hugged both of them and gave them loud kisses before she pushed them towards the train. “Don’t forget to write to me when you get there.”

“Sure, mum,” said Sirius with a grin before he was dragged away by an over eager James.

casual shoutout to everyone in the gt fandom who’s mentally ill

i’ve been in the fandom for about five years, active for about one. i’ve seen a lot of people come and go, some in worse shape than others. one thing i’ve noticed is that a lot of us tend to put on a front, since gt is our happy place we feel like we have to be happy all the time. and that does wind up hurting when depression hits or mental illnesses flares up or you’re just not feeling your best. 

theres nothing wrong with that. theres nothing wrong with not being chipper all the time, when you joined the fandom you didn’t sign a paper saying that you always had to be the bouncy tiny or the cheerful giant. 

you just gotta be you.

and if you’re depressed? or have an eating disorder? or an anxiety disorder? have ptsd? have something else? have no mental illnesses but still have your bad days? thats okay. you’re okay here.

gt is a more intense fandom, because for a lot of us its so much more than fandom, its practically a way of living. and since its such a huge thing in all of our lives, its reasonable to have ups and downs. and honestly i find so many of you brave.

being a mentally ill tiny is hard, being a mentally ill giant is hard, being anything in between is hard. but that doesn’t stop this fandom. and when i see any of you pull through a tough time, come out alive, or even take time to take care of yourself, i get so proud. 

i’m rambling at this point, but i just really wanted to say that even though this fandom is mostly geared towards being positive, its perfectly okay to have your bad times and be open about it. 

going through mental illness doesn’t make you weak. it makes you brave. in the end, it’ll make you strong. 

and i am so proud of all of you. <3

I love seeing Namjoon give the members tough love and not helping them in English speaking situations like Jimin during Bon Voyage s1 when he lost his luggage or Taehyung when they were ordering food/buying bus passes because he knows they can do it and he pushes them to be their best!!!! I—I’m so soft he’s so good he’s really great I love him he’s the best

You’re not helping.

I can’t understand people who think that by shaming self-shippers out of doing what they do, they’re doing the ‘right’ thing (“I wanted to bring them back to the real world! I was trying to teach them to stop running to a fake world to get away from problems in the real world! They need real partners!”) and then are surprised when said people they shamed get upset.

Wanna know why they’re upset? Because you did the polar opposite of helping. It uses the same logic as ‘tough love’, which barely works anyway.

It’s heartbreaking when I see people shame someone out of self-shipping and convince them they’re harming themselves, then they get into a real-life relationship that ends up harming them several hundred-fold more.

It’s enraging when I see people say that self-shippers are damaging themselves by using a fictional world as an escape from the real one, when most of the time they have a damn good reason for doing so.

If anything, insisting self-shippers not use fictional characters as escapes, or insist they get real partners, and assuming their lives are smooth-sailing, what they’re hearing is that they’re ‘better off’ in a harmful environment or relationship. And that can do SO much more damage than what you claim.

You’re not helping.

Rambo Remx

ABELS VERSION ONLY

“I just signed a deal so big that it’s a secret
Victoria’s Secret Angels dancing round me for a reason
Spread your wings for me like I’m Freddie Mercury
But baby, you should call me king, you know that it’s my season”

My team making moves on the low; I’m on top of the world right now, surrounded by some of the most beautiful women on the planet who wanna show off for me because they know I’m a big deal. But this my time, when they know I’m in my prime, so I cant be anything less but the best right now/


“I’m out to re-up, made another killing in Reno
I couldn’t leave her until I paid a visit to P.O”

I came up on a tasty lick over seas and even fucked a few goddess’ there, but I couldn’t leave without taking care of business first


“Too much tequila, I had too much tequila
They cuffed me like I was single, fuck it I’m back to Henny”

But of course, I got the best of myself, and lost control. I never drink clear liquor, I’ll stick to brown.


“Thank the lord, didn’t kill me in the elevator
Wasn’t my time, saved my soul, save it for later
Cheat death that day, never played fair
Roll stress all day, blow it in the air”

And because of my foolish actions, I was arrested, but knowing this world, if I wasn’t who I was, I would’ve dies that night. I was spared and lived to see the sun the next day, but I ‘ll tell you, that shit really fucked me up.


“Had to kill the pop game so they know what’s up
Now I’m popping back swift, had to shake it off”

I had come into a new game and win over all these other lames thinking they know who I am and what I can really do. I shut all these lames up real quick and flexed one time for the haters.


“Sobriety is an enemy, I’m sorry momma
Society now accepting me, pray for the young ones”

I gotta keep the flow going, so I gotta stay in my zone, and I know you don’t always like it but it’s what I have to do. Now they love me, and it’s because of the poison. I can’t let that go now.


“I’m from the Scar town, city no love
From the town where a nigga never ever blow up
Now they love me cause I shine, shawty”

People from our city don’t make it out, but I did. I’m not gonna let this life go, I can’t. I refuse. It’s tough and it’s painful but I love it and they love me. They see me blowing up, and they want to be a part of that. I’ve never had that before.


“If you ain’t fucking, then it’s time, shawty
I see the truth inside your eyes, shawty
If you don’t love me then you lied to me
If you don’t love me then you lied to me”

So lay up one time and do what I say. I’m giving you what you wanna hear, now give me what I want to feel. Don’t sit there and lie to me and tell me you don’t love it, don’t want it, don’t need it. I can see it all over your face; you’re addicted to me.


“Swallow all your pride for me
Or you can swallow all the time for me
Now you can tell me how that taste, girl”

Swallow your pride, get over yourself, then swallow my load and tell me that you want some more.


“Gene Simmons tongue but I ain’t down for the kissing”

My tongue game on 12 but I ain’t sticking it down your throat.


“My nigga got a scope, and I ain’t talking bout the rinsing
My nigga’s hitting notes and I ain’t talkin bout the singin”

M niggas are killers and hitters. I ain’t gotta worry about shit.


“I’m breaking billboard in my city, got me thinking
I’m a motherfucking villain in my town
Heath Ledger, bout to O.D”

I’m doing incredible shit; no one from my city has ever made it this far; that means I’m unrecognizable. They know me as a bad guy because of all the shit I do but I embrace it because they didn’t care when I was tryna do good. Now I’m stacked up on all these drugs, these drinks, these bitches, and everything they see is a nightmare.


“Married to the game, I ain’t never getting cold feet
Killing all these lames, lot of motherfuckers owe me
I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high”

I know I’m committed to this; I’ll never stray or run away, this is my baby. And I see a lot of hating ass niggas tryna come at my neck and put me down, but you know, I keep to myself. Cause at the end of the day the only thing talking is the money, and I have sky scrapers…

just friends (stiles stilinski au ft derek hale)

National Suicide Hotline (USA): 1-800-784-8433

Hotline Masterpost

I love you all. I’m sorry times are tough, and I hope you see clear skies and rainbows from here on out. I hope you see a beautiful snow storm and a nice cozy thunderstorm with a cup of hot tea in hand.


Plot: Feelings don’t come in to play until you realize that what could’ve been is being threatened by what is.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: attempted suicide (graphic and emotional), language, protective!Stiles

A/N: sorry about the drought, the lack of writing! this is an old piece that is redone to fit Teen Wolf Characters. Stiles is a jock in this, Derek is a tatted punk turned jock, and Scott McCall is the angel that he’s always been. I really hope this isn’t too bad. I love y’all and I”m sorry I have writer’s block. Let me know what you think! XOXOX (no gifs are mine!!!)

Damn it! I knew this would happen. It’s your best friend’s first college football game and you’re already running late. You promised him you’d be there early, but noooo! You had to take a nap and snooze your damn alarm. Screw it. You brush on some mascara and toss on some skinny jeans with your school sweater before running down, phone in hand. Thankfully, your dorm was a five minute walk from the football stadium.

Originally posted by wolfiestoday

You made it to the field just as the choir finished performing the national anthem. Stiles was looking around before his eyes finally landed on you and he heaved a sigh of relief. You smile widely and wave at him as the teams make their way onto the field. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Stiles’ girlfriend Leslie holding hands with another player. You shake your head and brush the negative thoughts out of your head, thinking that maybe that’s her brother or really good friend. Stiles and Lydia have been together for a few years; she wouldn’t cheat on him. You shrug and focus your attention on the game.

As part of your ritual, you send Stiles a good luck text and tell him you love him. This has happened in someway shape or form for about the last ten years before every game of his. You’ve been friends with the dork since you were five and he was six. He was a few months older than you and teased you about it every chance he got. You lived right next door to each other all throughout middle- and high school. Stiles was always the popular bad-boy jock that all the girls drooled over, and you were his nerdy, semi-popular semi-depressed, counterpart. You two managed to remain friends through the years & prove to everyone that brunettes actually have more fun. And now, here he was, paving his way to greatness in his first college football game of his career. You couldn’t be prouder of him.

A couple years ago, Stiles was going through a rough patch. It was your sophomore year and his parents were going through a divorce. You helped him through it and he managed to pull himself out. Although he claimed that Leslie was his light at the end of the tunnel, I think he was doing perfectly fine himself.

A loud whistle brings you back to the present just as your team scores a touchdown! Stiles is the quarterback and he tossed the ball straight to the wide receiver who ran to the end of the field and scored your team six points. The crowd’s gone wild, you’re jumping up and screaming for Stiles as the group of guys next to you pull up their shirts and reveal “NOTRE DAME” spelled out on their stomachs. Derek Hale, the dreamy receiver who scored a touchdown, does a little dance and makes the crowd cheer even louder.

The game went on and at the end of the fourth quarter, you were neck-to-neck. Notre Dame was up by three points and your enemy aka the University of Indiana had the possession. There were 12 seconds left and Indy was 10 meters away from a touchdown. Everyone was at the edge of their seats as the seconds ticked by and Indy’s quarterback let the ball fly. You held your breath as one of their players seemed set to grab it, but you were all joyously taken by surprise when your cornerback intercepted the ball as the clock ran out. Everyone got on their feet and screamed in both shock and happiness. You laugh and make your way down the bleachers to see Stiles, only to be stopped as you reach the field. You look up and are met with a familiar face smirking down at you.

You smile back up at Derek. He looked oddly familiar. Sure, you saw him around campus a few times as he was a star football player, but you had never been so close to him. Holy hell, were you missing out.

“Hey there!” He smirks at your obvious staring as he yells over the crowd’s cheering. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Hey, Derek,” you blush and look down slightly, almost peering over his shoulder to look for Stiles before looking back up at him. “I very much did enjoy the game. That was a great catch, by the way! Indy didn’t see you coming!”

“Thank you.” Now it was his turn to blush. “I didn’t know a beautiful girl such as yourself followed our games this closely.”

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you smile and hold your hand out for him to shake, which he quickly accepts. “I won’t miss any regular season games. My best friend is on the team, Stiles?”

“So you’re the best friend he asked us to stay away from! Is he keeping you for himself, or?” He looks at you, questioningly as his eyes widen in realization.

“No, he’s dating Leslie,” you chuckle and smile, removing your hand from Derek’s. “He’s just super over protective of me. Speaking of the rascal, where is he? I ran here for him!”

“He probably went to the locker room with Leslie to get some post-game action.” Derek laughs and shakes his head as you gag.

“I don’t need that image. I see it enough already!” You laugh and nudge him as the player who caught the interception walks over and eyes you up and down.

“What do we have here?” He winks at you and you shake your head.

“Just because you helped us win our first game doesn’t mean that you get a pass with that comment.” You give him a teasing glare as he raises an eyebrow. “No passes, but that was a super cool catch, a life-saving one actually.”

He blushes and smiles widely, dimples popping out in both cheeks. “I’m Scott. Scott McCall.”

And before you’re able to respond, Stiles comes out from behind them and engulfs you in a hug.

“STILES OH MY GOD!!!” You squeal as he laughs and spins you around, obviously moving you away from his two teammates.

“Did you see my throw?!” Stiles puts you down and becomes really passionate as he speaks about the one thing he loves the most: football. “I didn’t think I would make the pass, but then I remembered your text and I just threw the ball and BAM, Hale with the touchdown!”

“I did see your throw! It was a beautifully executed throw with a solid catch by Derek,” by this time, Derek & Scott have made their way over to you and they’re both blushing wildly.

“Bro, why didn’t you tell us your best friend was so beautiful? And into sports?!” Scott punched Stiles lightly in the shoulder as he slightly tenses, trying to keep his cool composure as his teammates drool over his best friend..

“Because you buffoons would react exactly like this.” Stiles forces out a chuckle and smiles at his friends.

As he and Scott continued their talk, Derek walks over and looks at you, just staring before something clicked both in his head and in yours. You knew he looked familiar! Derek opens his mouth to say something, but you grab Stiles before he has a chance to.

“Alright, goodbye boys. Stiles will see you in practice and I will be at your next game.” You smile at both of them and leave with your best friend, trying your best not to look back.

Crap that was too close.

You pull Stiles away from Derek and Scott, leaving him slightly confused but still very happy. Once you reach the university campus, you slow down and look up at your best friends cute smile.

“I’m proud of you, Stiles,” you smile and wrap your arms around him as you walk through campus.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry for leaving you to deal with the knuckleheads after the game.”

“It’s okay. I heard you and Leslie got in some quick action after the game,” you chuckle and wiggle your eyebrows at him as you near his dorm.

“We got in some quick but very good action in after the game,” Stiles smirks, swiping his ID and letting you into the building. You two walk past the RA and into the elevator; Stiles lived on the third floor but you were feeling lazy. “You’re staying over tonight, right?”

“Yes, sir. Unless you want to kick me out to get some more action?”

“No, I think I could get some action in with you.” Stiles playfully slams your back against the elevator wall and stands over you as you look up at him, rolling your eyes and trying your hardest not to blush.

“Please, babe. That’s not possible,” you pull away just as the elevator dings and the doors open, dragging him out by his hand. "Let’s go to your room so we can sleep. I have an early class tomorrow.”

You walk into Stiles’ dorm, using your spare key to open the door and trying to push down any unwarranted feelings for the doofus. You close his door and head to his bedroom to look for any clothes you may have left over previous times. You frown when you don’t see anything of yours around.

“Stiles!” I stand in the middle of his bedroom with my arms crossed, more from confusion than anything.

“Yes?!” He runs in and cups your face, checking for any injuries. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself? Is something wrong?”

“No! No, I’m okay!”

"I’m sorry. I just got scared,” he smiles and wraps his arms around you, oddly worried.

“I’m fine, I promise. Now, come on. Find me a shirt because I can’t find any of mine.” He laughs and kisses your head, pulling away .

“That’s because I’m doing laundry. Actually, my roommate is. Hale’s doing laundry.” Stiles reaches into a drawer and pulls out an oversized t-shirt. “Here you go.”

“Wait… Derek is doing your laundry?! I had underwear here!” You blush and groan, covering your face as Stiles chuckles.

“Don’t worry, he won’t do anything. I’ve warned them all!”

“I think you want me to die alone.” You pout and head to the bathroom to change, Stiles’ laughter ringing through his room.

You change and step back into the bedroom, only to find him sound asleep and in his boxers. You turn off the lights and lay next to Stiles. He cuddles close and moments later, you begin to drift off.

Flashback in a Dream

You graduated last week, top of the world and happy as can be. Of course, your happiness doesn’t seem to last. It was like you had everything but wanted nothing. You were so tired of yourself, of all the burdens you carried around. You couldn’t even wear your favorite dress to graduation because your stupid arms and legs were covered in scars. You hated yourself. You wanted this shit life to end. And what better place to end it than at the lighthouse?

It was around seven in the evening, a nice chilly summer night. You told your parents You’d go for a quick walk and be back. They both smiled and asked you to get home quickly, little did they know you wouldn’t make it back at all. You had a bottle of wine in your bag and a razor in your pocket. You chuckled sadly and ran the razor across your arms and legs and stomach, each cut an angry thought. You looked at your phone to see Stiles calling you for the fifteenth time. You shook your head and let the phone ring. You loved him, and that’s why you couldn’t–wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t know about this.

“Hello?” You heard a voice behind you and turned around. He was tall, and he was so so handsome. He had tattoos up and down his arms and across his bare chest, his green eyes were narrowed as he took in your crumpled appearance.

You quickly (drunkenly) hid your hands as he walked closer, feeling yourself dim out slowly. “What’s up?”

“Why are you here by yourself? And why are you hiding your hands?” He reached back to grab your arms and you let out a soft yelp.

“Ow!” You whimper and pull your hands out, slurring your words as your emotions get the best of you. “I’m fucking depressed. I’m suicidal. I hate myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

He quickly shakes his head no as you black out.

You keep drifting in and out of a daze for what seems like days before you finally wake up. Your eyes begin to adjust to the dim lighting and you see someone asleep with their head on the side of the bed. You softly nudge the person and he looks up, alarmed. It was the guy from the other night. Which meant… you weren’t dead.

“D-did you save me?” You whisper, your voice hoarse from the lack of water in your system. He notices and hands you water before answering.

“I- I just brought you back here. I didn’t know if you’d make it, but–oh my god. OH MY GOD.” He exclaimed, looking at you as though he’d just realized that you’re awake. “You’re alive!” He laughed and leaned down to pay a celebratory kiss against my forehead.

“Why did you save me?” You whisper the dreaded question, managing to stop his celebrations as he looked at you, both confused and angry.

“Did you expect me to let you die?! No. Hell no,” He shook his head, barely able to look you in the eye. “You deserve a second chance. This is it. Life is fucking hard, and believe me I know it. I’m upset when I have no right to be. I’m given everything and I want nothing, but I will not die. I will not let my depression beat me. And I sure as hell won’t let it beat you, Y/N.” He looked at you, almost reiterating your own speech to you as you stared at him in awe. “I checked your ID, that’s how I know your name.”

You nod slowly and begin to sit up. “T-thank you..?”

“Derek. My name is Derek.” He smiled at you as he realized that his words registered.

“As you know, my name is Y/N,” you held out your hand and he shook it. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Not a problem. I don’t want you to be like this anymore. Please promise me. No more.”

“No more.” You smiled at him, tears brimming in your eyes as he held out a pinky and you hook yours with his. You lean forward and press a shy kiss against his lips. “No more.”

Dream Ends

You jolt awake and pant heavily, double and triple checking your arms for any cuts, relieved when you find none there. It’s been three months and there are no more cuts. Three months since you’d last seen Derek. Three months since you opened up to Stiles. You promised Stiles, but you also promised Derek. Derek who spent one night with you and then flew back home. Derek who you didn’t recognize until today. Stiles stirs in his sleep and looked up at you, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Everything alright?” he mutters sleepily and looks up at you.

“Yes, babe. We are all good. Back to bed.” You smile as he holds his arms out to you and you gladly snuggle against your best friend, falling asleep in no time.

And i love you still. No matter how many times you will leave me, no matter how much pain you’ve put me through. You’re the only one in my heart. I love you even things are tough. Even if we don’t see each other every day. Even if we don’t talk for days, weeks and even months, i am still in love with you. You are the beat of my heart. I love you even if things are complicated between us. No matter how many times you will give up on me i will always be there for you assuring you that i will never give up on you. I love you and i don’t know how to stop and i don’t even know if i could stop. I love you and always will. My heart will always be yours.
—  And i hope you feel the same…

italy-is-mine  asked:

UF SF Bros reacting to their daughter bringing home a teenage Punk boyfriend( he treats her like a princess but he comes off as like a f*ckboy). And one of her reason for picking her boyfriend is because he always told her to find a someone that loves and will protect her and who better then someone big, tough and intimidating like her dad. I would just love to see the Bros face on this headcanon. XD

UF!Sans: He is an ABSOLUTE HYPOCRITE and will refuse to let her see him. Because he knows how guys like him tend to be. He gets in so many fights with his partner about it, but he does not trust that bastard. He’ll eventually come around, but the boyfriend’s gonna have to be patient.

UF!Papyrus: Oh, dear child, it doesn’t matter at all what he looks like……because he’s still not good enough. Seriously, no one is good enough for Papyrus’ kid, he could be the most strait-laced MBA student with a ten year plan in the world and they still be dirt beneath their feet in his view. The challenges are no different than getting him to accept any other boyfriend. 

SF!Sans: So, you want to be a punk? Well, he’s punk. He’s THE punk. And you better prove you’re worthy of wearing those spike-toed boots. He’s gonna have to fight your dad. Even if you talk him down, it is going to be an ongoing competition that your dad WILL BE THE VICTOR OF.

SF!Papyrus: Honestly, doesn’t judge. If they’re decent to his kid, that’s all that matters. He’s been sick of being judged for his appearance since he got to the Surface. Though he’s always wary of new boyfriends. 

His Favorite Action of Affection

A/N: Well here’s a little Monsta X fluff for you guys since I haven’t posted a Monsta X post in a while! Hope you all like it! 

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

Originally posted by wonkyuns

I see Shownu always wanting to like touch his significant other any chance he got, whether it was just touching your shoulder as he walks by or random kisses on the cheek. Ultimately, I think his favorite thing would be to just pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.


Jooheon

Originally posted by kimbaabi

Although he has a tough exterior, I see this boy loving to be babied. I think his favorite thing would be to lay his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. He would often fall asleep this way after a long day until you found the courage to wake him up and walk him to bed.


Hoseok (Wonho)

Originally posted by minpoong

No doubt in my mind this boy would take care of you physically, emotionally, and sexually (*wink wink*). He’d always shower you with affection, but I think his favorite thing would be back hugs. He’d always come up behind you and snake his arms around your waist and whisper in your ear or leave kisses in the crook of your neck.


Minhyuk

Originally posted by maleidolnet

This boy would be touchy feel-y all the time and he’d do it with no shame. He would always love to grab hold of your hand, honestly this is probably his favorite thing to do. It would be such a natural thing that he’d often grab your hand and absentmindedly play with your fingers and not even realize it unless you or someone else pointed it out.


Kihyun

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

He would love to show his affection with little things like randomly holding your hand, playful poking your nose, or pinching your cheeks. However, I think his favorite way of showing his affection is to gently place kisses on your forehead. He’d always say something sweet right before kissing your forehead.


Hyungwon

Originally posted by kmess

Mr. All Limbs here would love to get real close with you and cuddle under the covers. His favorite way to cuddle would be with you snuggled in his chest arms around him and his arms wrapped tightly around you and your short legs with his long ones intertwined together.


Changkyun (I.M.)

Originally posted by sugawr

I see this boy loving to little spoon you. He’d hold you real close to his chest, his arms real tight around your waist not wanting to let go. He’d rest his head between your neck and shoulder and leave kisses there or he’d love to rub circular patterns on your hip with his thumb.