wonder where he got this from

haunt-the-stars  asked:

angst prompt 1 with Dick? :))) hurt my heart pls thank u

Based on a dream I had that I ranted about to @laquilasse and got way too emotional over.

Sequel to this prompt. Hopes this hurts enough for you :)


Dick wakes up, which immediately sets off alarm bells in his head. He isn’t sure why, but he knows that he isn’t supposed to be here, in pain, still taking shallow breaths of the oxygen fed from the mask strapped to his face.

He’s staring at the ceiling, wondering what went wrong where when he hears something clatter to the ground. When Dick looks to the medbay door, he locks gazes with Tim, who is standing just inside the room, frozen.

“Tim,” Dick says weakly, pulling the mask off. “Timmy, come here.”

But Tim doesn’t move. He just stares at Dick, like he can’t believe that Dick is awake, alive. Yeah, well neither can Dick. But he’s here, and now he needs to deal with the consequences of being here.

The last thing Dick remembers is bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, Bruce crouching above him trying to keep him alive. Dick remembers letting go, but it looks like Bruce had been able to keep him here. Too keep him from letting go.

Part of Dick wants to be angry, wants to scream and rage at Bruce in the quiet of the Cave, but Bruce isn’t here right now, and Dick’s tired. It’s just him and Tim, and Dick thinks it would be wonderful if he could just lie down and hold his little brother in his arms.

“Tim,” Dick says again, stronger this time, and it seems to be enough to spur Tim into action. Tim crouches down to pick up the utility belt he’d let slide from his fingers upon Dick’s waking, sets it down on the next cot, and walks over to Dick’s bedside. He hesitates before he sits down on the chair, though, and Dick only huffs a breath of irritation. “Just sit, Tim. I’m not gonna bite you.”

“I know that,” Tim says, sitting down heavily in the chair. There’s no heat in his voice, though. Just exhaustion. It makes Dick wonder how long he’d been unconscious.

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asks, opening up a different can of worms. Tim doesn’t answer, and Dick can only sigh. He should have known. “The study or the gym?”

“Gym,” Tim says, eyebrows furrowing. “But how did—”

Dick chuckles darkly. “I’m surprised, Tim. I would have thought that you’d know by now that when it happens enough you learn to pick up on it.”

Tim shrugs. “Usually he’s by the computer, researching the hell out of something.”

“Not this time.” And Dick’s voice is quiet, grave, when he continues, “This time, there’s nothing to research. Back—Back when I was Robin, this would happen sometimes. And after Bruce couldn’t stand sitting there anymore,” Dick nods at Tim’s chair, “he’d find some way to punish himself over what happened.”

Tim hums. “I guess—he still does that.”

“Just not as often, yeah,” Dick says. “He likes to punish himself mentally nowadays. But sometimes I think he feels it isn’t enough.”

There’s nothing more to say to that, so Dick and Tim lapse into silence. Tim sits by his bed, and Dick stares at his brother’s face. He knows what’s coming next. He can see it in Tim’s expression, and he hopes that it comes sooner rather than later, because Dick’s eyes are drooping. He’s about ready to drop.

Then, Tim’s expression crumples, and he puts a hand over his eyes. His breath hitches and he’s curling into himself. “Sorry,” Tim whispers. “I’m sorry, Dick.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Dick hushes him, fumbling with clumsy fingers to catch Tim’s wrist and pull his little brother closer to him. There’s practically no resistance. Tim comes easily, climbing onto the cot—which, they’re really more like beds, and he and Tim just barely fit—and sobbing into Dick’s chest. Dick ignores the twinge of pain and focuses on consoling his brother. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

Tim nods, but his face stays buried into his shirt, his shoulders shaking, and Dick holds him with his good arm. They stay that way for a long time.

Later, when Tim’s asleep and Dick’s just barely on the edge of it, Dick thinks that he sees Bruce peering in, a soft look on his face. And there’s Bruce again. Just Bruce. And he’s looking at Tim and Dick like he’s seeing the world, and Dick wishes for nothing more than to just his hold his dad’s hand right now at this moment.

He wants Bruce holding his hand, and he wants all of his baby brothers in his arms. But Bruce ducks away again, and the only weight against his is Tim’s. Still, he takes it, and he thinks that maybe when he can stay awake without feeling the ache in his shoulder and the tiredness in his bones, maybe he’ll get what he wants.

But for now, he’s got one baby brother next to him, and he decides to take the win.

Beach Date

Request: hey bb ;)) could I please request a fluffy beach date with Joshua? Thank you in advance 💘💘


Originally posted by jisooosgf


Genre: fluff

Pairing: Joshua x Reader


After getting a sudden text from your boyfriend that he’ll take you somewhere in a hour, you panicked and got up since you were still in bed, to get ready.

Where was he going to take you, and why did he say it so late? You had to hurry up and get ready for just a hour before he came to pick you up. Although, you didn’t wonder what to wear for long; you picked up a sweater and pair of jeans like you normally dressed for your dates.

Just as you doing your make-up, your phone rang once and stopped. That was his signal that he’s outside, waiting for you. Putting lip gloss finally, you rushed out of your room.

He was outside, waiting inside his car for you, but after seeing you leave the house, he got out.

“Good morning” He greeted cheesily, making you blush and slap his chest slightly.

“You’ve should told me earlier! I hardly got ready” Your words caused him to laugh and hug you, kissing your head.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad. I’m sorry, but it’s surprise, that’s why~” Holding your wrist gently, he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to sit. After taking last glance at him, you sat down and he closed the door after you did and he got in the car too.

It was quiet while he was driving, so he decided to cut the silence,

“Are you excited?” He asked with a smile as he watched the road.

“Of course I am. You like to surprise me, I wonder what you have in mind now~” Giggling, you held his free hand and he split your fingers together and his smile grew wider at your words.

It didn’t take long until he parked his car on the alley, the place seeming so familiar to you.

“Where are we? I feel like I know it” You got out of the car without waiting for him, being too excited and impatient to find out what he has been planning.

He gestured with a finger to his lips, showing you to be quiet and locked the car, leading you down the alley. There were stairs down there, and they lead to the sand. Of course. You were at the beach.

“The beach?” You giggled as he lead you downstairs,

“I suggest you take off your shoes” He turned around and winked at you, pulling you closer. You smiled widely and kissed the top of his nose,

“You always know how to make me happy.”

There was blanket on the sand next to the water, with basket on it and two bottles of wine. You squealed excitedly and ran to it, starting to take your shoes off.

“Oh my god, babe. How did you think of this?” He took a seat next to you on the blanket, grabbing one of the bottles and smiled under his nose, opening it.

“Do you want some?” He asked as he poured some wine in a glass, looking over you. You nodded and took the glass after he handed it to you.

“I love you, thank you for this.” You shuffled closer to him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he looked at you and softly kissed your forehead.

“You deserve everything in this world.” 

You giggled at his cheesyness once again and moved your glass next to his,

“Cheers?”

Smiling, he touched your glass with his,

“Cheers.”

anonymous asked:

VG says your advice is bad and now he has a bike with 42 cassette and something like a 30 chainring, I wonder where he got that idea from.

😆 and uses mountain bike shoes for road riding like I rate. Also rides tubeless and a Giant.

Good to see he still takes my advice even though he spews so much hate about me. 🚴‍♀️

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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okay so i’ve seen a lot of post about What If Humans Were Weird and stuff about humans and aliens interacting but………….give me some human/alien relationships? where are my complicated courting rituals???? where are my human alien marriages??? Give Me That Shit!
what if aliens consider humans the Epitome of Beauty and grace? like yknow how some ostriches prefer presenting to humans instead of other ostriches? and anyone who is lucky enough to be mated to a human is thought of to be like a tier above.

but like the flip side where any human who marries an alien is immediately known as a Kinkster. “i fucking knew david was into weird shit!!! no wonder he got married to an alien from sector 764b4 HE LIKES TENTACLES!!”

or maybe?? aliens who like humans are weird to other aliens? “omg ru'garr stop fetishizing an entire species, u creep.” and ru'garr is trying to hide his weird human porn like “ITS NOT THAT WEIRD GUYS THE GENITALS ARE COMPATIBLE!!!” “fuck off ru'garr”

i just,,, can’t believe i haven’t seen any of this?? @space-australians

callout post for: john locke, the father of liberalism

- stated that the aim of the liberal state is to protect itself first and only then actual people

- said that this is a good thing ™

- stated that the state of nature (anarchy) is inherently good, possessions are equally distributed, people are equal and peaceful

- hence stated that the only reason to have a state at all is to assemble private property and defend it against others who need it

- said this was a good thing ™

- stated that killing humans isn’t bad because it’s immoral, it’s bad because humans are god’s property

- was a bourgeois little dickhead

“I’m a single father. I’ve had my son since he was two. His mother and I used to consume a lot of drugs, but I did a full stop when he was born. He saved my life in a lot of ways. But his mother never got her life together. She’ll show up sporadically but then disappear for months at a time. I try to fill in the holes with as much love as possible, but I know it bothers him. He’s just not at an age where he can fully express his feelings. I try to protect him from all the volatility of my own life. I broke up with my girlfriend yesterday. And I’m sitting here wondering how I’m going to explain it to him. I actually waited a long time before introducing them because I didn’t want her to be another absence in his life. But now it didn’t work out. And I’ve got to figure out how to break that down for him.”

(Bogotá, Colombia)

I do believe that Neville and McGonagall smiled when Teddy was sorted. A Hufflepuff like his mother, but a sweet boy like his father.

And then were utterly surprised when he began breaking rules in such extreme that the Marauders and the twins would be outpranked.

All the while, they’re unable to prove it’s him because students can only say “It was a blonde Slytherin boy!” or “it was a redheaded Ravenclaw boy!”

But they know. Deep down, they know exactly who it is. But somehow, despite his pranks, he’s top of his class and becomes Headboy.

And they’re wondering, even after he graduates, where he got the different uniforms from.

But Minerva enjoys it. Just as she secretly loved each of the Marauders and found them funny, just as she found the Weasley twins to be brilliant.

a friend of mine won a raffle at work

her and another boy at work

won tickets for the rugby tonight in the hospitality lounge

she’s just posted a post about how she’s just met met Princess Anne

it made me think of zimbits



  • Bitty won tickets to go to a falcs game in the nice box
  • totally random
  • and he’s DYING
  • because thats ALICIA ZIMMERMAN
  • and he’s with Lardo
  • who is being super chill and keeping him from puking
  • and for some reason, he gets into a heated argument over pie with some celebrity tv chef he dislikes over their insistence that it always has to be the bEST stuff
  • and he’s like
  • screw you, do you know how much it costs? to be good? and get good things? I live in a FRAT HOUSE you pompous ass and I bet I could bake circles around you with one hand tied behind my back AND a murder stop and shop run
  • and Bob is like.
  • this
  • this is the one
  • I want this one.
  • Alicia.
  • Please
  • and shes pepper potts
  • No
  • But Jack will love him, I know it!!
  • No
  • Please!!
  • No.
  • *Don’t even pull that elitist crap with me, I learned how to cook like generation before me at the KNEE OF MY MOTHER and I don’t need to go all the way to FRANCE to know that you don’t freeze the damn butter*
  • Alicia is like… well shit. Bobs got heart eyes, no one is watching the hockey and everyone misses Jack getting the winning goal because Lardo has started filming it
  • so jacks a lil pissed with bitty
  • bitty is soaring on righteous fury
  • Bob is trying to convince Lardo he needs a copy of this video
  • and Alicia is wondering if she can spin this into a cooking show for her new network
  • (she can. Bitty hosts a bargain bin / student budget cooking show that is a HUGE hit because he’s super passive agressive about EVERYTHING he uses)
  • *If, like MOST OF AMERICA you live in a place where hand picked olives from Tuscany are not on sale, then store bought is FINE*
  • 50 uses for hot sauce your housemates got while couponing without your guidance.
  • how to make a three course meal for your girlfriend when you can’t cook and you promised her before checking that the oven was even working CHRIS CHOW, using a toaster, a microwave and an inventive use of the spin setting on your washer.
  • when giant canadian hockey butts slander your FOUR TIME COUNTY FAIR WINNING MAPLE CRUSTED PIES and you have to PROVE THEM WRONG. for beginners!
  • *bright smile*
  • When Hockey Butt uses the last of the milk and you’re about to go live on air.
  • when HB admits that he’s not feeling so great and you need to make your mamma’s chicken soup but can’t afford chicken
  • when you are at your wits end because a cute HB is coming over for dinner and you had class all morning and didn’t have time to prep all the food - meet my sous chef Dex!
  • The meal that I served to HB’s parents! First meeting food for the soul - the budget will shock you!
  • and people are like
  • is this the same HB? who was a dick?
  • and now they are dating?! 

(Super-fast idea, because I found this picture and, after laughing at the Sheriff’s face for two minutes straight, the idea hit me straight in the face)

Several years in the future, Derek and the Sheriff are kind of buddies.

Derek is now a consultant for the Beacon Hills police for any kind of supernatural crime or when they need his super sniffer in critical emergencies (Derek found the lost little girl almost immediately, while the K9 unit from the next town was still lost in the woods. The Sheriff was so proud. They never talk about the fact that they had to circle the town in John’s police car, Derek’s head hanging out of the window like a poodle on a roadtrip).

So John and Derek sometimes hang out, watch football match together, they have a beer, talk about Stiles’ news from college. They enjoy each other’s company in a very quiet, simple way.

Then, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for Christmas, and immediately comes out as bisexual to his dad.

The Sheriff blinks, then hugs him.

And that should be the end of it. John is genuinely glad that Stiles told him, and happy that he seems to grow up happy in his own skin.

John honestly doesn’t mean to search stuffs online, but he’s bored, and one innocent question about LGBT rights in California turn into a quick google search and quickly devolve into a spiral of links. John falls deep. Too deep.

He manages to keeps his anxiety at bay all the way to Derek’s home, and his knocks on the door are barely frantic. But Derek opens the door as if he is expecting the Sheriff to be on fire, so John guesses that he didn’t control his panic-stricken heartbeat as well as he thought.

After a few minutes of assuring Derek that no, Stiles is fine, John is fine, everyone is fine, no Stiles isn’t hurt, nobody’s kid got missing again, Melissa is fine, there is no monster eating anyone, Stiles is totally ok, and getting a glass of perfectly good whisky from Derek (who apparently keeps it around just for John), John finally explains.

Because Derek? Derek is bisexual.

They have talked about it in passing several times. Talked about Derek’s ex, Jeff, who used to be a cop in New Jersey until he got shot on duty and became a teacher. Talked of the creep Derek had to call the police on one night while he was drinking at the Jungle and despairing over the shitty techno music. Talked about the association for LGBT kids Derek gives money to, and that he goes help from times to times.

To the Sheriff, it never seemed like a detail more important than knowing that Derek hates cheap beer or that he is a sore loser when his sport team gets slaughtered.

But now, now it is important. Because the Sheriff needs someone with answers, precise answers, about things that he can’t ask directly to his kid.

About giant sex toys and trips to the ER and drugs use and STDs and biphobia and bullying.

He kind of blurt it all. Derek’s eyes look gigantic and his eyebrows almost fly off his forehead.

So that’s how Derek becomes the Sheriff’s mentor in everything LGBT.

It’s not as weird as it could be.


Derek answers all the questions as best as he can, tries to reassure him. When he doesn’t know (and he wonders where the Sheriff got these informations), they look for answers together online, while staying far away from certain websites.  

(All the while, Derek tries to ignore really, really hard, that Stiles is bisexual and apparently single. He fails).

Then maybe the Sheriff brings Derek back home in the hope that Derek will talk to Stiles about all these stuffs (because he’s not sure he has mastered the details enough to give the bisexual version of the Talk. Also, the image of the humongous dildo is still haunting him).

So they end up all around the kitchen table, Stiles looking bewildered and a little bit lost, Derek resigned and awkward and the Sheriff looking at them with crazy eyes (again, gigantic dildo. And ER trips. Melissa works there, this can never happen to them) until they start talking.

Stiles knows all those things. Derek knows that Stiles knows. They talk about it anyway because, well, the Sheriff is starting to turn grey in worry.

After a little while, Stiles finally understands that Derek is talking from experience. That Derek is bisexual. And single.

And Derek knows that Stiles is bisexual. And single.

The awkwardness quickly turns to vague innuendos, then obvious flirting, then eyefucking over mugs of coffee.

The Sheriff gets his colors back progressively. He wonders for a second if he should protest this development (the whole, 7 years older and a werewolf thing could be a problem), but really, Derek is a great man.

And he apparently knows how to use lube, condoms, and would never be stupid enough to use a gigantic dildo then lose it somewhere in his son.


All in all, he’s ok with the direction this whole thing is taking.


(You can find my other headcanons/not fic here and my fics on AO3. Please come say hi on tumblr when you want people :D)

jblackcz  asked:

Do you have any tips for good marichat fanfics?

Sorry it took so long to respond, but I was looking through my bookmarks and subscriptions to make this list. But it’s finally here: a list of some my favorite Marichat stories. Some very popular, some not as popular, but wonderful. In no particular order, except the first one.

MARICHAT REC LIST

Ne Me Quitte Pas by @imatrisarahtopsn - This was the fic that sold me on Marichat, for its slow burn. It is so cute, and Chat Noir is so sweet with Marinette. Also funny and has my favorite akuma name: Cafiend (it’s been almost a year, and I’m still not over that XD) Completed.

Broken Hearts Club by @frostedpuffs - Marinette and Chat Noir get rejected by their respective loves and end up in a strange friendship with whom they rejected. This story is so beautiful and has wonderful characterizations, it is one of my current favorites. Ongoing.

A sure thing by @baneismydragon - Part of a series, but it can be read as a standalone. Kind of Adrinette, but mostly Marichat. Where Chat Noir makes a bet with Marinette for her to confess Adrien. Only two chapters long, and super adorable! Complete.

Wait, what? by @khaleisey - Volpina switch, with Marinette being the illusion. This is just a funny one-shot reveal. A quick must read. Complete

Plant by @foolish-idiot - It’s basically a metaphor of the growth of their relationship, and it is beautiful. Short, but so worth the read. Complete.

Quiet Ice, Silent Nights by @thelastpilot - A winter fanfic, where Chat Noir sees Marinette ice-skating in the dead of the night, and later decides to help her for a competition. It’s beautiful, and is even more beautiful when you read it with the piano song linked in the story. Complete.

Drunken Confessions by @my-insanity-is-an-artform - Based on the tumblr prompt ‘I like someone else’. While everyone else did angst, this genius here made drunken comedy gold in a one-shot. Completed.

The Purrincess and The Chat by @sinnamon-toast-chat - This is cuteness with hilarious internal monologue, courtesy of Adrien Agreste. I like this one in particular for its characterizations. Completed.

Stray Chat by @pozolegirl - Roomate AU, where Marinette has no idea Adrien ran away from home, but knows she has Chat Noir for a roomate. Funny, cute, and just wonderful for so much more. A must read. Completed.

chat noooo by @imthepunchlord - Chat Noir gets high on catnip. That’s all I need to say. Complete.

On The Prowl by @ghostgirl19posts - Criminal Chat Noir AU. No miraculouses, where Chat Noir is a cat-burglar, but is not as bad as he seems. Ladybug shows up later in the fic. Really, it’s a lot of fun to read. Complete.

When Duty and Desire Meet written by @midnightstarlightwrites and illustrated by @edendaphne - Older Chat and Reverse Crush AU. Not only is it wonderfully written, but the illustrations are gorgeous. A very unique experience and a wonderful collection of interconnected one-shots. Ongoing.

That’s all I got for now. Reminder that these are Marichat only. For other stories, I would need to make a different list. But these ones are some of my favorites from this side of the love square.

Happy reading!

Marc Guggenheim SDCC17 Interview

Marc Guggenheim was kind enough to meet with me for a one on one chat. 

We walked the floor together with his nephew and little girl (who are the cutest) for an hour and talked all things Arrow!!! He told me this is his most aggressive SDCC schedule ever, so the fact that he slotted in some time just for me really meant the world. Marc Guggenheim is the actual best. He is the definition of it.

SPOILERS!!!

We launched right into number one on my list: wedding.

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anonymous asked:

Top 10 times a bold, confident Yuuri surprised Viktor by taking initiative with PDA

Top 10 Times a Bold, Confident Yuuri Surprised Viktor By Taking Initiative With PDA

10) Once, when they had been apart for a couple of months for euros/4c, they reunited in an airport and it was like romance movie level drama. Yuuri literally ran and threw himself at Viktor because he had missed him so much and Viktor caught him and spun him around while they were both smiling and laughing and then dipped him into a kiss

9) After being apart for a while, Yuuri and Viktor planned to meet up at one of Viktor’s competitions that Yuuri wasn’t skating in but his flight was delayed and his missed the start. He showed up in the middle of Viktor’s skating and as soon as Viktor got off the ice he ran and literally jumped into Viktor’s arms to kiss him with his legs wrapped around Viktor’s waist which got a lot of approving cheers and wolf whistling from the crowd around them.  

8) Once they were at an outdoor skating rink during the winter and Yuuri kept pretending not to be able to skate to make Viktor hold his hand and catch him when he ‘fell’

7) Once they were at a competition and one of the journalists was flirting very heavily with Viktor despite Viktor not reciprocating and so Yuuri interrupted the interview by pulling Viktor into a kiss and making out with him for so long that the journalist was forced to awkwardly leave (Viktor was absolutely not complaining)

6) Their first time visiting Yuuri’s family in Japan, Yuuri was much less physically affectionate than normal which started to make Viktor a little insecure. But after he mentioned it one night, the next day he came down to breakfast and Yuuri greeted him with a morning kiss and a cup of coffee in front of all the Katsukis to show that he wasn’t ashamed of Viktor at all like Viktor had been worried about

5) Once in St Petersburg Viktor was having a really long conversation with Yakov and holding Yuuri up from leaving so Yuuri went to kiss him goodbye in a kiss that was very much not PG and then whispered something in his ear which made Viktor turn bright red and be like ‘I need to go right now, immediately’ and practically run out after Yuuri

4) Once when they were skating together in Russia when Yuuri came to visit Viktor, some of the younger Russian skaters were making rude comments about Yuuri and their relationship like ‘I wonder if he still fucks Viktor for the gold or if he’s after his money now as well’, since there had been rumours about marriage. In response Yuuri pulled Viktor down into a kiss which got pretty heated pretty quickly and ended up looking over directly at the other skaters mid kiss from over Viktor’s shoulder and raising his eyebrow in a ‘does this look fake to you’ condescending look

3) During the Russian Nationals after chapter 14 Yuuri went along to cheer Viktor on and prove his love to all of Russia which is where the tie pull of the Rivals universe happened except it lead into a kiss that very nearly made Viktor late to skate and ensured he skated his entire routine with a serious blush on his face and hearts in his eyes

2) The kiss from chapter 14

1) At their wedding everyone thought that it was Viktor who was going to kiss Yuuri but instead Yuuri grabbed Viktor as soon as the last words were said and pulled him down into a kiss in front of all their family and friends and refused to let go for a long time. When they finally did break apart his first words were ‘I love you and I’m sorry I made you wait so long’ (because his biggest regret will always be how much more time they could have had together if he had just realised Viktor’s feelings a little earlier)

Trouble in Canada // 2

a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox.  It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg).  So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)

THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot 

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“We need to talk,”

        Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea.  Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor.  You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces.  On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.

        Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen.  You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you?  The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”

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I cheated on my husband on vacation

So we went on a 2 week vacation. Beautiful ocean and scenery. My husband had taken me to a bar. When we got to the door and the bouncer who was a buff black guy who let me in but my husband forgot his id. Luckily The hotel was only 5 minutes away. So he left to grab it while I stayed at the bar. The whole time he was gone the bouncer was flirting with me. I had a sexy short sundress on and I purposely bent over in front of him to let him see my ass that wasn’t covered by more than a see through lace thong. After about 10 minutes my husband returned and the bouncer was ignoring him and was giving him the cold shoulder and eventually let him. My husband said “I don’t like that guy” all the while I keep shooting flirtatious smiles back and forth with him. Well my husband got too drunk and I took him back to the hotel and he passed out. As I lay there in bed I couldn’t stop thinking about flirting with him. And I got wet. I tried to get my husband to fuck me but he was too drunk. So I went back to the bar and left him there to sleep. It was 10 minutes to close. But the bouncer still let me in. I grabbed a drink and chatted with him. Then his shift was over. I tried to leave and tell him goodnight but he knew I wanted more. He invited me to the beach to go for a walk. I agreed and we started walking to the beach. As we’re walking he grabbed my ass and I didn’t stop him. He then grabbed me and kissed me while roaming his hands down my ass and up to my boobs. I was so turned on I got on my knees and pulled his pants down to reveal the biggest cock I have ever seen. I immediately started sucking it barely being able to fit the tip in my mouth but I got it in. I popped up and bent over and slid my thong over to reveal my dripping wet pussy then he slowly eased it in and I came almost instantly. Then we could hear people coming so he thrust it in and held it there and whispered “let’s take this to my place” I happily agreed. When we got to his place we went to his room and pulled his cock out and I began sucking it again. He went to the bed and told me he wanted to see me suck him. Then he had me lay down and began to fuck me in the missionary position he couldn’t fit in all the way in me. So he bent me over and fucked me doggy style. And he came and I felt his thick cock throb. We laid there and then my phone went off it was my husband. I answered and he was wondering where I was. I told him I went to the beach and he asked if I was out of breath and told him I was running. Then he passed out talking to me. So I hung up and fucked a few more times till I got home at sun up. Later that night I fucked my husband whom I couldn’t feel and he thought I was so wet but it was only cause I was so stretched from my beach fling.

Ordinary


She was smitten. Well, who wouldn’t be?

They met in a very dreamy way, almost surreal come to think about it. She didn’t in any way fit in what the media pictured as the beautiful bombshell. She was… ordinary.

So when she was invited to a brunch by a friend who happened to be somewhat famous for modeling a certain lingerie label, she was thrilled. Someone as ordinary as I am, she thought.

She was excited as she scanned the beautiful garden filled with beautiful decorations and beautiful people, somehow too extravagant for such event called brunch. Her friend had long gone after gulping countless amount of liquor that made her laugh way too much under the daylight so she decided to stay where she was left and enjoy the white flowers decorating the table.

“This isn’t lily,” she mumbled to herself as she smelled one of the flowers in the glass vase.

“You’re right, ’s not,” a voice startled her, “’s frangipani. It looks like lily but ’s a li’l different.”

She smiled coyly, hiding her excitement, conscious of who’s talking to her right there and then.



When she heard a knock on the apartment door, she was just making a cup of tea for her friend. Her friend was back from a weekend modeling gig and couldn’t be more exhausted. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the frangipani boy stood towering her height with a smile that showcased his dimples.

“Hi,” he rested his hands behind his body, a gesture she noticed often made.

“H-Hi,” she was still taken aback to see him by the hallway.

She told him she lived at her friend’s — who happened to be his friend as well — this summer but she wasn’t expecting him to come visit or anything. She was just ordinary, he wouldn’t come for her.

“Come in, I’ll get Nina for you,” she smiled and as she turned around to call her friend, her movement was halted by a grip on her wrist.

“I didn’t come to see Nina,” he almost chuckled seeing her blushed.

“Huh?”

“I come to see you.”

“What? Why?” She raised an eyebrow, pure confusion lingering on her face.

“Because I want to,” he said not letting go of her fingers under his hold.



Over the course of six months, she thought Harry was the one. He made it far too easy for an ordinary girl who had very little experience with love life to fall too hard for him. He didn’t keep this relationship as a secret, something that was very much terrifying but also sweet in the terms of him being proud to be with someone like her. How his hand grabbed her arms and how he sneaked a kiss every here and there, not even caring when the paps were around… She was whipped.

So when the calendar marked their seventh month of being together, she thought she’d fly to London to surprise him. It tickled her a little because she had never been a good surprise to anyone before since she always assumed she was never really expected by anyone and not at all in a bad way. It’s just she had never been this deep and invested in a relationship that it made her believe that she was wanted.

The other thing that really bothered her was the fact that he didn’t proceed to make any further move on the relationship. They were just going on dates and making out. He didn’t even give her the spare key to his apartment and rarely stayed the night. Hell, he didn’t even introduce her to his family. But she thought he was just taking his time.

However, she still couldn’t help but wonder if this relationship was going somewhere because she was in love with him. She just hoped this surprise would show him how much he meant to her.

She should know better when she timidly entered his studio. She asked Jeff for the spare key the other day and he gave her hesitantly. She didn’t mind about it too much though: maybe he was really trying to guarantee his security, she thought.

She rested behind the half-opened door as she heard a conversation between him and his sister via the phone. Gemma’s voice was on speaker while Harry strummed his guitar every now and then. His head rested on the cushion of the black leather couch. He looked very much soft and beautiful, she wanted to just run to hug him but she held back when she heard her name mentioned during the call.

“Mum would love to see Y/N,” Gemma insisted.

“Can’t,” he answered shortly while humming a song of his.

She felt nervous about eavesdropping and the way he talked about her but she couldn’t just bust in at this point. Her curiosity only grew so she decided to stay.

“She seemed lovely, H.”

“Gem-“ Harry exhaled a long heavy breath, “We’re not together.”

Her breath choked as she waited for another sentence to explain the last one.

“Jeff told me to date her. Said ’s a good image to date a normal person — you know, not a model and such.”

“What?” Gemma was just as surprised as she was, “What are you talking about?”

Harry put down his guitar and straightened up his posture to clarify his following words, “I do not want her, just doing it for the job.”

The spare key she was holding dropped, earning Harry to look her way. Her eyes were watering at the point but she remained quiet about the subject.

“Y/N?!” Harry was surprised and mumbled call you later while disconnecting his phone call as quickly as he could, “How long have you been there?”

She stepped back as he drew himself nearer to her, “I-I think I should leave.”

She immediately found her way to exit the building. The cold winter air waved through her as she tightened her coat and held back the tears that already streamed down. Harry ran to chase her and could finally keep up, steadying himself in front of her to block her way.

“Y/N,” he said half panting. He didn’t even get the chance to grab a coat. Shivering and exhausted from running, he looked at her. To his disappointment, she didn’t even look at him. She just stared at her shoes.

It just made sense to her now: why he didn’t do certain things during their relationship, why his behaviour was so different after he got her, why he just tried to snog her instead of holding her in a loving snuggle, why he didn’t bother telling her where he was going if she didn’t ask him first, why he only became extremely romantic when there were people around. It all made perfect sense.

An uncomfortable silence filled the windy air of London. He didn’t know what to say and she didn’t know what to expect.

She brushed past him to break the silence, not wanting to know anything else that might further her pain. She wasn’t even mad, she was just hurt.

She moved right along and Harry could only stand there, wishing he could just do something. Anything.



She spent the night at a cheap hotel in London. All her savings were drained for this trip considering she didn’t have a lavish job with mouth watering pay. She really was ordinary.

It took her a long time to actually feel fine about her ordinary self and it was all gone with one simple sentence from Harry. She was back to square one again.

Harry tried to call her several times after that day, to say sorry she’d reckon but she didn’t want to answer. He would just say he felt awful and that wouldn’t change the fact that he hurt her if anything he would just cause more pain. After a while, he stopped calling. She knew he wouldn’t try harder because who would fight for something they didn’t want anyway?

She tried to move on with her life but after a headline of Harry’s umpteenth supermodel conquest, she broke down again. Of course, he didn’t want her, she was far too ordinary compared to successful models with amazing physique.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if she ever crossed his mind for just one split second. Sometimes she wondered if he could at least feel something. Anything.



Harry should feel fine, right? He said it himself that he didn’t want her. But he couldn’t help but feel miserable.

“You’re just feeling guilty, that’s all,” Jeff told him from time to time.

Harry nodded. He agreed, it was just the guilt eating him up for a while and he was sure it’d be gone with time.

But as much as he wanted to believe it, he couldn’t help but feel strange. He missed the texts asking him where he was, the hot cup of tea she usually made when he was tired, the stroke on his hair when he felt stressed. He missed those. Or was he just missing the attention?

He reached the bare skin on the other side of his bed and looked over, and for one split second he wished it was her. She never slept bare next to him, he didn’t bother to touch her during their relationship but never a single complain spilled from her mouth although he knew damn well how longing she was to express her love and to be loved. She was so understanding, too understanding at times.

He should be happy that this whole scheme was finally over. He should be. But why was he wondering where she was and who’s holding her now? He got a beautiful girl next to him, the one that he wanted but he didn’t feel the warmth she used to radiate on him.

He didn’t realize just how ridiculously kindhearted she was: how she would tell him “I’m sure you’d rock” every morning he had something big coming up, how she would never protest when he chose to hangout with friends instead of her, how she would patiently wait when he said he’d come over and not even got angry when he suddenly canceled.

He found his hand roaming over her name on his phone contact. He wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice but any words coming from his mouth didn’t seem to deserve her listening. He let out a heavy sigh: it was just the guilt, Harry, he thought to himself.



Another six months had gone by and by now she wasn’t as miserable as she was. She was able to get on with her life but the pain didn’t leave her the same. She couldn’t trust anyone who wanted her for who she was and any attempt of new relationship was immediately shut down with the unknowingly huge walls she built around herself.

She had just finished working that day and after some grocery shopping, she had planned to spend the whole evening with herself and some books. She walked calmly through her narrow hallway of her apartment but stopped as soon as she saw a figure sitting curled up by her apartment door. By his position, she could assume he had already waited for a while.

Harry looked up at her and stood up so quickly as if he was caught off guard.

“Y/N,” was all he managed to say.

“Why are you here?” her voice was weak and shaking.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and just shook his head, “I miss yeh.”

They stood there for God knows how long until she decided to slip her key to open her door and closed it. He was fast to hold the door open.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She didn’t answer. Being with her for a period of time, albeit a lie, was enough for him to know that silence was her way to cope.

And so he continued, “Can we start over?”

She looked up at him for the first time and he could see all the pain he caused her beneath the teary eyes. He felt an unfamiliar stinging feeling on his chest seeing her in that state of pain.

“Did Jeff tell you to do so?” her lips trembled.

“No!” He was quick to answer, “No… It has nothing to do with him. God, Y/N, I just… I miss you and I can’t—“

Harry moved closer to her only for her to step back. The stinging feeling was spreading through his whole body. The girl who was so devoted to him was now afraid of him and he cursed himself every day for that.

“I love you,” the words slipped his mouth and she jolted.

She shook her head, “You can’t love someone you don’t want, Harry.”

“Just please, tell me how to fix this.”

“I don’t know…” she wiped her tear-stained cheeks with her nervous hands, “I don’t know.”

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Tupac’s first verse from “Keep Ya Head Up” 👑🙌🏿🙏🏿❤️

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nothin’ don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don’t need him
And I ain’t tryin to gash up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
……He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but you gotta keep your head up”

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