you are responsible for ruining my life

Can we take a moment to appreciate that one of my fics has a 6% feedback?

That means 6% of the people that clicked on it, read it, then left a comment. Kudos percentage is 9%.

This is considered a successful fic. That’s how low the bar is set, anything more than 3% is generally considered successful.

Tens of thousands of words go into fics, taking hours, days, weeks, months, years to write, but authors cannot expect even 10% of the people who find their work, who read and enjoy it to leave kudos or comments or something stating the effort wasn’t wasted.

I read some of my favorite fics and it is depressing to see the lack of response by others. I want to throw the book at people, “Here, omg, read this, it RUINED ME”, but the actual response that author got was meager, and that literally hurts my soul to see, because I’ve also been on the other end of it.

You question everything, what you did wrong, what you could have done better, WHY didn’t people like it? Or like it enough to have any sort of emotional response? How can you improve? Is it worth the effort or should you just quit?

Guys. Love your fanwork creators. Seriously. Love them. It can be simple and short, but you are literally breathing life back into a person after they poured themselves out to your benefit. It can feel much like being the Giving Tree, and that’s both unfair and unkind.

anonymous asked:

don't know if you watch pd101 but if you do could you pleaaaase write a kang daniel college!au? he has effectively ruined my life 🙃🙃🙃🙃

i do!! ill write a mini one for him ^^

  • major: public health + paramedic certificate because he wants to work as a part of an ER response team
  • sports: dance team, football team
  • is essentially the school sweetheart and everyone knows him as the guy who’d give you the shirt off his back if you asked
  • quite literally,,,,jisung played a joke once and asked daniel if he could borrow his shirt because his next period class was SUPER cold and daniel,,,,,,,,,,literally took off his shirt
  • rumor has it some chick fainted from the sight of his bare shoulders but no one knows if this was confirmed or not (seongwoo claims it totally is true)
  • but like he really does his best to try and help others out,,,especially freshman or younger students in the course who seem to be struggling with adjusting to like college life
  • he’s like the reliable big brother who is smiley and soft and will teach you silly dance moves on the quad
  • but is also super serious about helping people and isn’t scared of anything, from jumping into a fire to save someone in need of medical assistance to carrying people who’ve broken legs,,,,,,,
  • also let’s take a moment to imagine daniel in the paramedic like get up like the uniform,,,,thank u 
  • everyone thinks its super adorable that daniel’s first rescue story was saving his cat who got stuck in a tree
  • like how TYPICAL and CORNY but also,,,,,,he’s an angel who walks the earth amiright
  • seongwoo is always like “my bestfriend is going to be the next iron man~ captian,,,,where did you study again my dude??? canada?? captain CANADA” 
  • and daniel is like embarrassed but also,,,,,he loves his friends and is happy they support him but seriously captain canada thats worse than when jisung got the football team to refer to him as quarterback cat-lover
  • you’re actually one of the TAs for one of the tests in the paramedic course and there’s a requirement of paramedics being able to carry at least 125 pounds by themselves and you’re supposed to be checking off who can pick up the human dummy and who cant
  • and so you’re going down the list and ur like “next,,,,kang daniel?”
  • and you don’t look up when he steps over you just motion with your hand toward the dummy and you’re like “pick him up and walk three laps around the room”
  • and when you look up you almost drop your clipboard because ,,,, this handsome boy smiles and is like sure!! and uve never seen someone so happy to drag around a plastic human before
  • but there he is,,,,hosting the dummy up like it weighs n o t h i n g
  • and he turns to u and is like “can i try carrying two?” and ur like ,,,,uh,,,,,s,,,sure???
  • and once again he baffles you,,,picking up the other dummy and going on his merry way
  • and in what seems like the shortest period of time than everyone else you tested he does his three circles and stops in front of you
  • carefully setting the dummy’s down and wiping at his forehead,,,,that pretty grin on his face
  • and he’s like “all good??”
  • and ur like,,,,y,,,yes,,,,um,,,,,,,,yes you’re good
  • with a bow he says thanks and leaves the room and you’re like what,,,,,,who,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you look down at his name again and you’re like “kang daniel,,,,,,,are you superhuman/!??!?!”
  • for the next week you can’t get him off your mind,,,and you’re sure it’s because he’s not only strong and cute but because you’ve been a TA for the program for this whole semester and no one has ever just looked that happy to do the tests
  • and one afternoon you’re eating lunch with a friend in the campus cafe when you spot daniel,,,,at a table with his health books stacked up near his tray (which is also stacked with food)
  • ad at some point ur friend is like heY,,, hEY stop staring you’re going to DROOL
  • and ur like !!!!!! WOOPS but they also nudge and are like “kang daniel huh? he’s cuuuuute~ go talk to him!!!” and ur like HA,,,I ,,,,,,,,wasn’tlookingathimiwaslookingathis,,,,,sandwich
  • and ur friend rolls their eyes but when u look back daniel???? is staring back at you
  • and when you make eye contact he perks up and waves and ur like ?????????? looking around and then pointing at urself and he nods and waves u over
  • and u get up and ur friend lets out a whistle as you go to sit beside him and ur like ,,,,hey,,,, and he smiles again and the way his cheeks go up and his teeth show is SO DAMN CUTE
  • and he’s like “not to sound full of myself but i noticed you were looking at me for a while, whats up?”
  • and you,,,,,,almost dIE of embarrassment on the spot because oh frick he saw you
  • but you’re also like o,,,oh i ,,,i was just,,,,,um,,,,,,ur the guy who carried two dummies at the test a week ago??? and i was like oH is that you or not you you kno-
  • but daniel just chuckles and closes his book 
  • and he’s like “yep that was me,,,,,but i dont think thats why you were looking.”
  • and you feel ur mouth go dry and you’re like i,,,, um– but daniel just points to your friend with his pen and is like “do you think they’ll be ok with me stealing you away for a little date to the movie tonight?”
  • and ur like!!!!!!!!! ,,,, o,,,oh and u look at ur friend who just shooting hearts and thumbs up at u
  • and daniel is like lol they remind me of jisung but ur also like ,,,, i,,,i think ,,, they’ll be ok with that
  • and daniel winks,,,handing you the pen and rolling up his sleeve
  • and he’s like “here, write your number down and ill call u to set up a time”
  • and u cant believe it as you’re scribbling down ur number,,,,,but it’s true he calls u around 7 and u guys go see a movie and it’s adorable and daniel is a gentleman through and through paying for everything,,,,,telling you he likes the way you look all serious during the dramatic scenes,,,,holding your hand when he takes you back to your dorm
  • even a light kiss on your forehead,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s a dream come true
  • dating college!daniel: he is really good in all his classes but he tends to be LATE so he’s always rushing in the morning but he never fails to send you a ‘good morning, i love you’ text, doesnt really like coffee so u get into the habit of buying him smoothies and he thinks its cute how u remember this about him also those smoothies are really good for his vegetable intake u are so thoughtful, you and daniel adopt the newest paramedic trainee woojin, daniel is suchhhhh a tease he always sneaks up behind you when ur studying to wrap u up in his arms and kiss on your neck, jisung always makes faces when u guys pda but tbh he loVES seeing daniel so happy with you, seongwoo is like “im his original soulmate” but he’s just joking hehe, daniel sends u pics of cats he sees on the street, you guys get matching rings like a month into it because kang daniel goes HARD for love, favorite dates range from laser tag to night fireworks on the beach, thinks its cute when you wear his flannels to class or during finals because u guys are both studying and u cant see him so often but they remind you of him, daniel takes you with him to get his first tattoo and u hold his hand the whole time, he’s kinda bad at realizing he isnt invincible so sometimes ull find scrapes on him and have to bandage him up, did anyone say morning after laughter under the sheets: yeah i did for KANG DANIEL who loves skinship and YOU 
Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Nighttime with Cas

Warning: excessive fluff.

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“I think it’s time for bed,” Cas said suddenly from his chair beside you, closing your lore book for you.

You nodded and squealed out a high-pitched “yeeEESSSS” as you stretched, causing Cas to chuckle. 

“Carry me,” you requested softly, your eyes closed while you stood and held your arms out for him.

Cas rolled his eyes and smiled, picking you up easily into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

“You’re like a spider monkey,” he commented in amusement.

You grinned sleepily, burying your face into his neck as he carried you into your shared bedroom and gingerly tucked you into bed. You didn’t bother changing out of your t-shirt and shorts, instead choosing to watch Cas walk around to his side of the bed and strip down to his boxers before sliding into bed beside you.

“Cas,” you said quietly, resting on your side and scooting so that you were nose to nose with him, playing with his fingers as he locked eyes with you.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, interlacing his fingers with yours and kissing the back of your hand. 

“Where do you go at night?” You knew Angels didn’t sleep, and you didn’t expect him to just lay there all night doing nothing. So you got curious; what did he do all those hours you slept?

“I stay here with you,” he responded easily, his nose nuzzling against yours. “You know I enjoy snuggling.”

You smiled widely, sitting up to lean on your elbow. “Cas, you seriously lay next to me for 5+ hours every single night just to cuddle me?” As adorable as it was, you found it slightly hard to believe.

He smiled. “Not every night,” he admitted. “Sometimes I get up and wander around the bunker or do some reading. But I favor being in here with you.”

You hummed contently in response, snuggling up to his chest and sighing happily when he wrapped an arm around your waist. Before you could close your eyes, his free hand went up to your chin, gently tilting your face up so he could kiss you sweetly. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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MISTER 101: Why do you do this?

I was posed the question this morning.. and while its come in different forms before, the way it was presented here struck a chord in me. So I figured it was time to take the chance to explain myself… because ultimately I am sure its something that peaks the interest of many who follow me.

THE BEGINNING

I remember every single detail about that night.

The way he stared at me made me uneasy at first, but after I realized it was an inquisitive spirit and not one that wanted to take advantage of me, I was put at ease. Being a college freshman from a small poor town having never met anyone outside of your bubble can be intimidating you know… 

So when he said: “Come with me, I have something to show you”.. I didnt think twice, because I had this burning suspicion that my life was about to change in an epic way.. and it did. 

It was most likely the space of 45 minute to an hour but it felt like a rebirth and a new beginning of timeline. As though in some form or fashion I broke away from the timeline I was living in and entered into an alternate existence. I felt alive and aware like I never had beforeI had become awakened. 

GROWING AGAIN

At that age and the first time away from home you can become influenced by man things. Especially when you basically grew up with nothing… its often sometimes hard to tell whats right and wrong. But there was something most definitely right in the almost daily sessions. The lectures… the teaching.. the observations….. the encouragement. It all came together like a familiar puzzle that you have put together a hundred times, but yet each time still seems fresh and new in some strange way. 

It was made clear to me above all else that the information I was being given was sacred. That it was to be used for ultimate benefit to others, and never to be abused. It was told and retold… emphasized and drilled.. I realized that I was being given the opportunity of a lifetime.

All those hours at the mall watching people… all those nights sitting in the corner taking mental notes as he worked over his subs in scene time.. all those extra hours in psychology and criminology classes for no reason but to learn everything I could about myself and why I was this way. All the munches and presentations and books…. all the time spent with rope in my hands… with another persons trust in my hands… with the power to make or break.. in my hands. 

“No matter what you do, always do it with an ultimate purpose. When she asks “Why?”, always have an answer… when she submits, always be grateful”

Even now I begin to tear up recalling those words being spoken into my right ear and the gentle touch on my shoulder. He was always so gentle with my ignorance… he was always very deliberate with his teachings. 

RESPONSIBILITY & RESTRAINT

Its one thing to dream, its another to dare, and its something completely else to dominate. Much like a prize fighter trains for his title fights, I trained for the moment when the reigns were handed to me and I given the humbling opportunity to be in control. 

That first time I snapped my fingers and she shuffled into position was breathtaking. I paused, lost concentration… and felt that tap on my shoulder. 

“Remember… this is a great gift thats been given to you. Treat it that way”

Focus was found again, and as she stared into my eyes my soul devoured everything within her, consumed it and knew exactly what she wanted. All those hours spun into seconds and my awareness burned like a phoenix rising from the dark depths of the ruins of my former life. 

I was a Dom… I AM a Dom… and at that moment I fully came into the realization of the great responsibility placed in my hands, and the restraint with which I was expected to always express. 

Everything was always to be many things… A chance to grow. A chance to teach. A chance to learn. A chance to enhance anothers life and bring about something within them that was much like what he saw in me that night. A chance to make sure that someones like would be set into forward motion and that progress & growth would be ultimate goal. 

“Never abuse this power.. never take advantage of anothers eagerness and hunger to become alive like you had”

And so I always set upon approaching every opportunity with this mantra in mind… yes, her submission is a gift, yes, she needs what I have and received myself, yes, she deserves to come alive.. to grow… to progress.. to be fully alive.

TIME WELL SPENT

And so through all the classes, the teaching, the meetings and munches.. through all the practical hands on, scene play, and so on… I became who I am.

“Never be complacent. When you stop learning, you have failed me”

These words cut me hard to the bone… even typiing them and hearing them in his voice in my head is like a punch in the gut to even think I would do such a thing. He gave me so much of his wisdom, knowledge and time that I shudder at the thought of ever grieving his spirit. 

WE ONLY HAVE WHAT WE REMEMBER

“you can never have any judgment… because you will always remember who you used to be”

Growing up I had nothing. My parents were busy, my older brother and his friends got a lot of joy out of making me a punching bag. At school I was ridiculed and taunted. Being fat and awkward and just wanting friends puts a target on your back the size of Texas. 

I was also a target in a different way by one of my brothers friends… and in the coldness of that damp basement one summer day he changed my life in ways that I both regret, feel ashamed of…  and feel blessed for. So then when my uncle did it again in my middle school years…. it seemed normal. 

But theres nothing normal about holding your fathers handgun to your head on a hot July day at the age of 12 and thinking theres nothing left in life. 

It was also at that early age words became powerful, important and valuable in great ways. 

“When you speak make it mean something, make it important. When you present yourself you are also presenting me”

After a botched love letter to a girl I had a crush on in which i misspelled the word “beautiful”, she decided to stand up and read the letter to the whole class and point out my mistakes. From that moment I decided that being well spoken was the key to success, and as such I began a path that not only saw me become a regional spelling bee champion… but also having aced English and rhetoric on the ACT college entrance exam.

I could have wallowed in my misery for those things that happened to me.. which are a minuscule part of my early life. But instead I made a choice.

I chose to do everything I could to get out of where I was and make sure that no one would ever take advantage of me in those ways again. I chose that instead of being codependent and weak and worthless… that there was a greater life outside of where I was and what was happening. 

Venerable actions

When you grow up having nothing, you either want everything or you form a respect for being simple.

In my case it became both and somewhere within my training I figured out that you could have everything you wanted with the most simple of actions. 

I knew that moment had arrived for me the night I was standing in front of a sub who was fully naked and in position… I was fully clothed and drinking tea and staring at her… And… doing nothing else. 

Within 5 minutes, cum had began to run down her inner thighs.

I had embraced the fullness of everything I had been taught. Everything I had yearned for.. all that time spent, those hours of tutelage, all that training had come into full fruition. And all I did was something simple.. drink tea and be myself.

A lot of people mistake my confidence for ego.

A lot of people think that the person I portray on my tumblr isn’t who exists in real life. 

“The respect you earn will be worth the most. Dont ever expect it. Just do what you know to do and it will come natural”

And with simple things, simple living, simple this simple that… everything becomes rather complex. Everything becomes vivid and deliberate. When you come to the table with  no expectations, you are rarely ever disappointed. When you have no expectations, you have no reason to judge. 

And how can I live without judgment… how is it that I understand and seem to be this giant lighthouse for everyone?

Experience breeds wisdom.

Been there, done that.

I know pain.. sorrow.. I know joy.. I know the depths at which life can take a person. I know what its like to want to die… to realize I should live. Ive been there… Ive been there when all hope seemed lost. Ive been there, shaking in the corner after being violated… Ive been there when all trust was lost. Ive been there when the indention of a gun barrell slowly fades from the skin in your temple. Ive been there when she waited a few seconds longer than I did… and squeezed. Ive been there… staring at the medication bottle and wondering what would happen… Ive been there holding a dying person in my arms who looked into my eyes and told me they were sorry. Ive been there when the police arrived.. Ive been there in the dead of night when you sit on your roof and stare at the stars and curse the sky. Ive been there.. on the floor with a bloody nose and sore ribs. Ive been there and watched it all slip away… 

And in every occurrence.. ive always looked forward. Ive always known that there was something better, that there was hope at the end.. its what keeps me motivated and going even today. Through the issues and the pain and the solitude, through the depths of my roadblocks.. it keeps me moving forward.

“Mistakes are opportunities. Always make the best of every one of them”

and so I do. Every mistake is a chance to improve. To be better tomorrow than I was yesterday.. and I do my best to bring those like me along for the journey.

So why do I do what I do?

Because this knowledge is sacred. because a promise made is a promise kept. Because when I was at my lowest, someone reached down into my grave and pulled me out and breathed new life into my lungs… 

I do this because I cannot sit by and watch anyone fall to the wayside. I cannot let those who were once like me be taken advantage of, and abused, and kicked around.. I cannot let this wisdom that was so graciously placed in me just rot away. 

I do this for every little.. and every daddy.. and every submissive.. and every kitten, puppy, piggy, slave, etc that exists within this beautiful culture and lifestyle that I have immersed myself in and grown within and fostered and found to be real and true. 

I do this because no one else will… no one else does.

The posts, the answers, the stories, everything… its all for you. YOU. Not for me… I am second within this great drama that is my tumblr. This is all for you and those will come after. 

Its the reason I read the stories.. because I know you need them for one thing or another. Its the reason I make the posts to teach and educate so you know better.. its the reason I give my time and sacrifice myself to be there no matter what. Its the reason I do what I do.. is because of all of you.

Thats why I am there. Yes there are thousands of you… thousands of strangers who come to me for everything and anything.

I saved someones life this week. I helped another on a date… i helped another choose special items for special time with their boyfriend. I helped someone else prevent an anxiety attack… I helped another prepare for a job interview.. and I did it all because I had to. I did it all because of the spirit inside of me that says I cant not do it….  

I do it all……for you……

…. because it was done for me.

okay i cooled my jets a bit and while i still love that dean confronted mary i’m only accepting the bits about him having to practically parent sam, which meant giving up his childhood

look the speech was emotional, it was good, jensen knocked it out of the park like always but, why was it about sam? why does dean have to, in order to get an emotional response out of mary, talk about how sam’s life got ruined? yes sam suffered a lot, but you know who else suffered because of mary’s and john’s choices? that’s right, dean

dean exists seperately from sam. he is his own person and he should be allowed to make the speech about him. he should be able to make everything about him and acknowledge that his life got destroyed the minute mary died. he had to make all the sacrifices. he went to hell for sam because he felt so responsible for him. he didn’t get to have a childhood because he was parentified. him. it should’ve been about him and that should’ve been enough for mary to listen to him

instead we get a list of sam’s greates whump hits and dean feeling guilty because he couldn’t keep sam safe. keeping sam safe is not his job. it never should have been. and he shouldn’t have to feel guilty for something that is not his responsibility. and he should’ve been able to be selfish and focus on himself and his needs and his trauma, for once.

Save Me (M) [Final]

Originally posted by jengkook

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Warnings: Blood mention, extremely descriptive violence, Vampie!Jungkook making me upset, smut

Word Count: 16,036

You lay spread eagle on top of your matress, eyes wide and focused on the ceiling you couldn’t see, lack of sleep stinging at the backs of your eyes. Jungkook had walked you home and left you at the door a good two hours ago, watching you with curious eyes, but smiling as he waved you off. It had taken every bit of your willpower to keep yourself from thinking about what Yoongi had told you at the bar; they were questions you wanted answers to, but were afraid to ask. Hell, you didn’t even know what to ask, really. But now, they were eating away at you; keeping sleep tantalizingly close, but still too far out of reach. You had no choice, really.

You rolled over onto your stomach, the sounds of your mattress’ springs making small noises of protest beneath your movements. You reached out for your cellphone, the sound of it ringing just before your fingers brushed it causing you to gasp in surprise. The name on the screen was just as big of a surprise, although it really shouldn’t have been.

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Hold On (Jace x Reader)

A/N: Sorry for the two sad imagines in a row with Jace. I didn’t even notice until I went to post.

Request: Do a sad imagine where Jace won’t listen and his sister pays for it later on or something? Idk even know please? Maybe with the song hold on?


 “Why do you treat me like I’m a kid?” You yelled out at Jace. You two were fighting again. Yes sibling fight but you two seemed to put a different meaning to it lately. You guys couldn’t even breath the same air without an argument breaking out.

“Because you’re a kid Y/N”

“I’m only a year younger then you Jace” You huffed out, crossing your arms. Jace rolled his eyes at your action. Jace may be the older sibling but he always acted like the youngest especially now with that Fray girl in the picture.

“A year means a lot”

“You’re the one making rash decisions to please some girl” You shouted getting sick of Jace’s attitude. He seem cool and collected until you brought Clary into the mixed.

“Don’t make this about her” Jace took a step towards you, his fist were tightly together by his side. He was angry from your words which rarely ever happened.

“Why not? Literally everything you do now involves her. All of these secrets missions that almost get you killed are for her! Jace just open your eyes see where this is going” Jace just shook his head and spoke

“You wouldn’t understand you’re too young”

“Here we go again” You said rolling your eyes. It was a habit that you picked up from your best friend Alec. “Well how about this? Since I’m too young to understand why don’t you? I’m smarter Jace, I care about my life unlike you.” With that you turned on your heel leaving the room, not wanting to stay. Not knowing what you would do if your anger got out of hand.

——-

 You punch the bag trying to get all of the anger out of your body. You couldn’t think straight knowing Jace was gone out with Clary again. What if something happened to him this time? Jace was the only family you had left no matter what. If something went wrong you would not only lose your brother but best friend. With everything going through your mind you didn’t even hear Alec entered the room until he touched your shoulder. Not knowing who it was you whipped around and sent a punch flying their way. Luckily enough Alec saw it coming and had a chance to step back.

“You know not to sneak up on anyone Alec especially shadowhunters” You huffed with your arms crossed, trying to get your breathing back to normal from the fright he gave you.

“I thought you heard me, I called your name but obviously not” Alec said as he rolled his eyes at you, then handed you a water bottle.

“You think” You drown the water bottle in seconds not really noticing how thirsty you were until it met your lips. “What is it anyway?”

“We got to go help Jace and Clary they need some backup” You shouldve known as Alec was wearing his gear and his arrows bag was on his shoulder but you didn’t.

“Why does this not surprise me” You let out as you packed your things up. You changed your shirt quickly not caring Alec was in the room since you had did it many times before.

“Ready?” Alec asked and you nodded your head before you two headed out.

——-

 Walking into a busy club was not on your plans tonight but Jace needed help and you weren’t just going to leave him for himself. You didn’t want to send Alec alone there either so this way was the safest. You guys pushed your way through all of the drunk downworlders and mundanes as if you were one. Places like these made the lines that were drawn be easier. No one really cared who you were here. Catching a sight of light come from the back, you knew it was from a seraph blade.

“Alec this way” You shouted trying to be heard above the music. You finally made it with Alec right behind you. Both of you steady your weapons before you slammed open the door. Alec and you stopped in your tracks when you saw what was happening. There were demons everywhere. Jace and Clary looked so helpless. You wonder how they managed to make it this long. Not wanting to waste anymore time you and Alec started to fight. Taking them down a few at a time brought back hope to Clary and Jace. It was like they suddenly had all of the energy in the world to fight. You were all fighting as hard as you could.

“WATCH OUT” You yelled towards Clary but she didn’t hear. You pushed her out of the way from the demon that was coming up from behind her but you weren’t so lucky. You must of judged the timing wrong because all you could feel was pain shooting into your veins. It felt like acid and all you could do was fall back. Jace and Alec looked back at the sound of your dreadful screams, their faces turning into straight horror. Jace ran over since Alec could fight the last few. Tears were already falling down his cheeks as he picked you up from the cold ground.

“Hey Y/N, you’re going to be alright. Just stay with me” Jace said letting the tears fall onto your clothes as he held you. He pushed back some of your hair that now laid on your face. Jace was staring at his little sister and all he could think was this was his fault. Only if he had stayed back like you wished. Your words kept coming back to his mind

“I care about my life unlike you”

Your life that Jace might have ruined. Jace took out the sphere from his pocket to burn over your  iratze runes but it wouldn’t work. You could barely see now, all you could feel was the pain. It was getting worse by the second and all you wanted was to rest.

“Jace” You said lifting your hand up to hold his cheek. Your skin colour was getting paler “It’s hurts too much”

“I know, you can make it” You shook your head no at Jace’s response, you knew what was going to happened. “You can make it, don’t doubt yourself”

“Jace please.. Just..” Your eyes were getting heavier and you could barely speak “I’m sorry” And with that your eyes shut and the pain faded away from your body.

“NO NO” Jace shouted shaking your body wanting to get a respond. But nothing happened, you didn’t move.

“Jace” Alec said placing a hand on his shoulder, with tears in his own eyes. His best friend just died in front of him.

“We got to get her to the Silent Brothers” Jace said quickly looking up at his parabatai but Alec just shook his head. It was too late, there never would of been time.

“No Jace. It’s over”

“It can’t be” Jace voice cracked and all he could do was cried holding your body. “She can’t be gone. Not my little sister” Alec sat down on the ground next to him, wrapping a hand around Jace for comfort. Clary watched from afar knowing that she was partly to blame for this, she didn’t know what to think anymore. This whole world was too much. Jace cried and it started to rain. Like some kind of stupid movie you would always make him watch. He wasn’t a big brother anymore, you the only family he had left was gone. Why didn’t he listen to you? He cost his baby sister her life. He knew he could never forgive himself. The thought that in a few hours he would be seeing all white made him sick. He knew then that it would really hit. You were gone.

Baby - Jack Maynard

Originally posted by myalwaysari

Pairing: Jack Maynard & Y/N
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None
A/N: This is so long I’m so sorry.
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“It’s just not worth it Jack.” You say, pacing up and down in front of the sofa where he was sitting. “You’re busy with YouTube and all your projects, I’m busy with my last month or so at uni and I’m moving back to Brighton soon. We just don’t have time for each other anymore.” You continued.
Jack said nothing, his head falling into his hands.
“But I love you.” He mumbled.
You sighed and sat down beside him, pulling his hands into yours so that he would look at you.
“And I love you too. But right now, if we continue the way we are, this is going to end messily. There’s going to be fights and drama and that’s not something that either of us need right now. I love you, and if we’re meant to be then we’ll come back to each other.” You said, gazing into his increasingly misty blue eyes.
He nodded his head lightly, looking to the ground to avoid your gaze.
After placing a kiss on his head, you got your coat and left your now ex-boyfriends apartment.

After that night, you and Jack stayed somewhat good friends, seeing each other on the odd occasion. But it hurt to be with him, but not with him. Seeing him all over girls at clubs and parties hurt you to see, even if you had initiated the break up.
After you finished your degree, you moved back to your hometown of Brighton. You loved how everything felt comfortable to you, to hear the waves hitting the rocks at the sea, to hear children playing in the playground. But it made you sad, everything around had reminded you of things you had done with Jack. You had grown to be the cliché relationship of childhood friends turning into love. You had played in the playground together, been round to each other’s houses a countless amount of times, your first kiss had been on the beach that you find so relaxing.

You had begun to get nauseous over the past couple of weeks, thinking it was just the flu as you got sick quite often, you just left it. However, while over at your parents’ house to have some company as you lived by yourself, your mum convinced you to take a pregnancy test just to make sure.
You had left the two sticks on the bathroom counter beside the sink, fidgeting with your hands and unable to stand still. After the three minutes were up, you nervously walked over to the tests.
Lifting the piece of toilet paper off that you had to cover them, they both revealed the same thing.

Positive.

~Time skip to the present~

After finding out you were pregnant you had phoned Jack but he didn’t pick up. Although it was evident he was on his phone from the extensive amount of snapchats he had posted with random girls from a party.
That night after talking it out with your mum and about thirty litres of tears, you decided it would be best to keep it, however since Jack was obviously busy with YouTube and partying, you didn’t want to ruin that for him just as he was getting more successful at his dream job.

Over those nine months, with a lot of help from your family, you set up your own café/bookstore in Brighton. Something you have dreamed of having ever since you were young.
After nine struggling months, you brought the sweetest calmest baby girl into the world, Ella Rose Maynard.

You were currently in the grocery shop picking up some bits and bobs for the house. Ella was now just over one years old and had begun to walk about a month or so ago. She had light blonde baby hair, and the most stunning blue eyes that were just like her fathers.
It was a beautiful summers day outside, so you were glad when you finally got to the frozen section to cool down.
Seemingly, that wasn’t just your idea. While talking absentmindedly to Ella about the things you needed to get you didn’t notice a man standing in front of your trolley.
“I’m so sorry!” you tell him as you watch him leaning down to pick up some of the food he had dropped in the collision.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said, standing up from the ground to look at you. When he did he said the words you were least expecting.
“Y/n?”
Looking at him properly, you gasped slightly.
“Conor?”

It turns out Conor was down from London to visit his family for a bit before they went on holiday. As you both were catching up, Ella started to become fussy, not liking to be ignored for even those short five minutes.
You walk over to her side, picking her up out of the seat and placed her on your hip. She snuggled into your neck as you walked back over to Conor.
Conor’s face was priceless when you introduced him to her. But he quickly smiled, holding his hand out to your child.
She looked up at you with a confused look on her face and you laughed.
“Con, she doesn’t know what that is, here.” You said, repositioning his hand so it was flat and upright.
“Can you give Conor a high five?” you asked her.
She giggled and put her tiny hand in the middle of Conor’s much larger one.
Conor’s smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it, but it soon turned to an inquisitive one.
“It’s funny, I thought she reminded me of someone, she looks like Anna when she was a baby.” He joked about, tickling her side.
“Well, uh, yeah…” you trailed off, not knowing what to reply to that.
“Y/n?” he asked, everything now clicking in his head, the age of her, the similarities in both looks and behaviour. “Is she Jack’s?” he asked softly.
Ella nuzzled her head back into your neck as her new friend had stopped playing with her. You ran your fingers through her soft blonde hair, willing yourself to be calm about this all.
You nodded your head, trying to gage his emotions at both you and the situation he found you in.
With a little yawn, you felt Ella’s head start to get heavy.
“Come back to mine? I’ll explain everything to you I promise.” You told him, beginning to walk to the checkouts with what you had gotten.

When you got home you explained to him that you had already broke up with Jack when you had found out about your pregnancy. How you had tried to get in contact with Jack but he hadn’t answered or returned your calls. He was preoccupied with his job and girls that you didn’t want him to resent Ella for ruining a time in his life he loved so much.
“I’m leaving in a couple of days to go back to London, come with me. Just for a week or so.”
You shook your head, “Ella is here and my shop, I can’t just up and go when I want to Con, I have responsibilities.”
“Bring her with you, and I’m sure your shop will be fine to be shut for a week. You need a break. You can come stay with me, I’ve got a spare bedroom for the two of you and everything.”
After a lot of persuading you finally agreed to go up with him in a couple of days.

You drove Conor up to London as he had originally got the train down and so that you could have your own car to get about places.
After a couple of days of getting situated and Ella getting used to a new environment you had agreed to meet up with all your friends that you had missed in the two years you were gone.
The ‘buttercream squad’ minus Jack had gathered in Conor’s living room, waiting for the surprise that he had promised.
“You can come out now.” He called to you after he had finally got them all to be quiet.
You walked out of the spare bedroom, walking nervously towards the living room.
As soon as you could be seen in view, exclamations of happiness erupted from the five boys. They all hurried out of their seats, all coming at once to give you a hug.

After an hour or so of catching up with all the boys you were eventually asked the question of why you went pretty much completely M.I.A. on your social medias and basically restarted life two years ago. You told them that they had to be quiet and you would show them. Standing up you ushered them to follow you into the spare bedroom, urging them to please be quiet.
Opening the door, you gestured over to the crib in the corner. As quietly as five fully grown men could, they shuffled over to the side of it, trying to get a glance at what was inside.
As their eyes fully adjusted to the lack of light in the room they saw the peacefully sleeping baby and gasps filled the room.
You brought them out before they could wake her up and as soon as you shut the door you were bombarded with questions.
“Is that a baby?”
“Is it yours?”
“Who’s the dad?”
“How did you keep it a secret for so long?”
“She’s so cute I just want to squish her little che-“
“Stop!” you shouted at them, “One at a time.”
You answered all the questions they had about her, just in time for you to hear her waking up. You bundled her up in a blanket and brought her out to the living room. All the boys were smiling brightly, her tired eyes darting around the room at the large unknown people in front of her. Sitting down, you turned her to face them and as you introduced them they waved at her, receiving a cute giggle in response.

The boys were as won over as Conor was. She had them all wrapped around her little finger by the end of that night.
The boys came over the next couple of days to get her used to them. And right now, she was sitting on Joe’s lap, laughing at all the funny faces that he was pulling.
He was setting her on the ground to walk over to who she wanted next when the front door slammed open. You heard some degree of a coat being taken off and a shout from him, “Conor? Why is no one answering my calls?”
Because of the loud noise, Ella had waddled as fast as she could over to you, getting you to pick her up so she could hide in your neck.
Conor had a panicked look on his face and rushed over to the living room door to try and stop Jack from coming in.
You saw Conor backing up, attempting to block his view into the room.
“Why are you being so weird? Are you having some secret party I wasn’t invited to?” you head the joking voice.
Conor was pushed out of the way by him and he stood in the doorway looking in on what he was missing.
He was exactly the same as he was two years ago, shining blue eyes, cheeky smile, wavy hair.
But when his eyes landed on you the smile turned confused, and when his eyes drifted downwards to Ella, they turned angry.
“This is what you tried to hide from me then?!” he screamed at his brother, pushing him out of the way and making his way out the front door.
Conor ran after his furious brother, attempting to calm him down.
Lifting Ella up with you, you handed her to Oli, pressing a kiss to her head as she cuddled into him.
You walked out into the hallway, hearing the current argument between the two brothers.
“She’s back and you never even told me?! And she has a baby!? What the hell is going on?” Jack yelled. “Why were you hiding it? Is it yours? That’s why you were wasn’t it! You banged the love of my life and knocked her up!”
You couldn’t take them fighting over something that wasn’t true, so you opened the front door and yelled at Jack who looked like he was about to punch Conor.
“It’s yours!”

Jack’s fist froze mid-air and his head snapped towards yours.
“What?” he questioned, arms growing slack and falling to his sides.
“She’s yours. Conor bumped into me in Brighton, quite literally.” You said, smiling at the memory. “Now will you come inside where I can explain this to you properly?”
He nodded, looking like he was in a daze.
Walking back into the apartment you walked past the living room door, seeing Ella now peacefully sleeping in the crook of Oli’s arms.
Jack took a proper look at her now, seeing the familiar features of his and your own mixed into this tiny human being.

You took him into your room for the past week and sat down. You both sat down on the edge of the bed and he looked up at you expectantly.
“She’s called Ella. She’s just over one year old. I tried to tell you Jack, I really did. But you didn’t answer so I just assumed that since you didn’t want me in your life so it would be better to keep Ella out too.”
You told him how you still kept up with him, watching his and the boys’ vlogs daily. You both just caught up what you had both missed over the past two years, filling each other in on what you had done.
After two hours of talking you had agreed to meet up with him at the park with Ella to get them used to each other.

It was a long day of playing and laughs and picture worthy moments. Jack and Ella had gotten along like a house on fire. He pushed her on the swing, walked about with her on his shoulders and she even let him go down the slide with her.
As you were walking to a nearby coffee shop, Ella fell asleep.
You both sat down at a table near the large window overlooking the business men and women and those who were out and about.
You both began to talk about your past relationship and if there were any current ones. For both the answer was no.
“You can’t exactly go far on a date after telling them that you have a child.” You joked.
He hummed slightly, “I tried to date other people, but no one could even compare to you.”
You looked down at your sleeping angel, running your hand briefly across her head.
“You were my first love, it really hurt me when we split.” You said, not wanting to look him in the eye.
He nods his head slightly, “You were my only love.” He said softly, holding his hand in yours and gently running his thumb across yours.

After that night, you told Jack that you needed to know if he was serious about being in Ella’s life. That she was your first priority. You got into a short routine with Jack over the next week or so and it was very hard to get Ella to go back to Brighton with you.
Jack helped you find a small shop front, moving your business up into London while you stayed in his flat with Ella, allowing them the time that they had missed together.

It was now Christmas; your relationship had quickly picked up where you left off when you moved in with each other. The boys loved Ella and loved the fact that you and Jack were back together.
You were finishing up organising the presents underneath the tree when you heard the door to Jack’s flat open.
Jack had been out with the boys having a Christmas dinner with them all before actual Christmas.
You heard tiny pitter patters of feet coming down the stairs of the girl you had put to bed hours ago.
“Daddy!” she called.
You turned around to see Ella flinging herself at Jack from the bottom of the stairs, wrapping her arms around his neck when he caught her.
“Read book dada?” she said, doing the puppy eyes that she had perfected months ago.
He chuckled and agreed, “Go up to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

As she was going up the stairs you came over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your head on his chest.
“Good night with the boys?” you mumbled into his collarbone
“Great, but I would have preferred to spend it with my girls.” He replied, kissing your head, and then taking a step back from you.
“The princess awaits.” He laughed, kissing you properly before heading up the stairs.

You thought back to those years ago, that you said if you were to come back to each other if you were meant to be. Evidently you were.

Complications of the heart.

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of other SPN characters.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating and smut.

Summary: Dean comes back to a small town after years, he finds that the girl he left behind and who he loves is going to be married to someone else soon. So he does what he must to fix it.

A/N: Idk y’all. It was in my drafts for ages and today I decided to finish it. Mistakes are mine, i will edit it later. You like? Let me know because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome day!

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Dean took a huge gulp of the lukewarm beer in his hand, his eyes were on the stars above him but he noticed nothing. The only thing on his mind was you. The lump was still lodged in his throat from when he saw you at the bakery today. All he could concentrate on was the shock and the sudden rage that flashed pass your eyes when your name tumbled out of his mouth like a prayer. Your hand grazed his when you dumped his change into his outstretched palm. He could see it etched on your face that you were restraining yourself, from yelling or slapping him tight across the face in public. He couldn’t blame you. God knows, he deserves it for what he did to you. He came here, wishing, to tell you all the things he should have told you at twenty. But, back then he was a scared uncertain kid. Now though, it’s different. He is different.

Keep reading

He Won’t Be Bothering You Anymore

Warnings- talks of fat/slut shaming, death

A/N- “I would really like a James Patrick March imagine where the reader is plus size. Maybe she’s at a bar hanging out with Liz Taylor(she’s queen) and a drunktard starts saying rude things about the reader and James pops out of nowhere . Maybe slits the guys throat… idk”

Requested by @lizardqueen123456

It’s about 1:00 A.M. and you’re having trouble sleeping. No matter how much you toss and turn you can’t seem to get comfortable. After about 30 minutes of pure annoyance you decide to get up and take a walk around the hotel. You stroll down to the lobby and pass the bar where you see Liz standing over the counter, reading a book, and tapping her red stiletto nails on the surface. You notice another man sitting across the way from Liz, seemingly drunk. Liz whistles at you to get your attention and motions you to a bar stool. You sit down and she pours a concoction of alcohols together. She slides it over the counter and you grip the cup. 

“So, what brings you down here so late?” Liz asks, looking over her reading glasses.

“Couldn’t sleep” you respond, taking a swig of your drink.

She hums in response and continues to read her novel. In the distance you hear a scoff, so you turn your attention to the direction from which it came from. You make eye contact with the man you noticed earlier. He snarls rudely and takes a long drink from his hard liquor. You raise an eyebrow in confusion and he slams his glass down, making you jolt. 

“You disgust me” the man slurs.

“Excuse me?” You retort.

He scoffs again and turns to face you.

“You’re a disgusting pig, I’ve never been more appalled in my life at such a sight. A woman ruining her body” he drawls, stumbling over to you, coming rather close to your face.

You look at him with wide eyes, completely flabbergasted at his repulsive comments. 

“And you’re dressed like a complete slut, your fat is overflowing from that clothing” he says, crinkling his nose.

Liz slams her book on the bar and points her manicured figure at him. “You listen here, you will not speak to her like that! Get out of my bar!” 

He looks at her with a raging scowl and ignores her demands. He points his finger sharply into your chest and breathes in your face. “You are a fat pig.”

Your eyes begin to water from a mixture of anger and hurt. Seeing you upset gives him pleasure and he laughs maniacally. Just then a blade glides straight over his throat. He chokes uncontrollably and drops to the floor, soaking in his own pool of blood. After he drops to the floor you see a tall man, slick black hair, mustache definite over his lip. He smiles widely at you and steps over the man. 

“He won’t be bothering you anymore, dear” he says in a dapper accent.

You nod, still in shock of what has taken place. 

“My name is James, James March. And you are?” He asks, presenting his hand.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N” you respond, accepting his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you Y/N, what do you say I buy you another refreshment?” he asks, gesturing towards Liz to make another beverage.

“Uh, sure, what about…” you say, pausing once you see the man’s dead corps on the ground.

“Not to worry dear, I’ll take care of that later.”

GOT7 Reaction #3 - You two get interrupted during a steamy make out session

Requested by the lovely @cloeharrissonasf! Thank you for requesting! (for some reason it wouldn’t let me tag you, I’m so sorry!!)

*In this post, the person interrupting them is either a family member or a band mate


Jaebum (JB): *Inturrupted by BamBam who claimed to have heard “ghostly moans” through the walls* “yAH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU’RE OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER! KNOCK!”

Originally posted by imjaeboms

Mark: *interrupted by Jackson wanting to show him a funny youtube video* (he’s blushy and stands up to quickly, making you fall over) “JaCKsoN! WhAt A SupRISe! DidN’T KNOw you WeRE HoME!!!”

Originally posted by iyeols

Jackson: *inturrupted by his mom when you go to meet his parents* “Mom…this is y/n. As you can see we’re very passionate.” *laughs*

Originally posted by markjin

Jinyoung: *interrupted by his aunt at a family gathering* “YAH! Why are you here- I mean heyyy! You look so good! Please don’t tell anyone”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: *interrupted by his dad* “OH MY GOD my life is ruined. My dad saw my hands in your pants grabbing your ass he’s so going to kill me”

Originally posted by jackandjael

Yugyeom: *interrupted by YOUR dad* H-hello sir. There’s a very good reason that I am on top of y/n right now. Y-you see…we tripped? A-and-”

Originally posted by jongdabae

BamBam: *interrupted by JB, who sees you shirtless* “YOU JUST TOLD ME LAST WEEK TO KNOCK!! WHY DON’T YOU FOLLOW YOUR OWN ADVICE??”

Originally posted by got7kings

BONUS:

JB’S response to BamBam: “PAYBACK BITCH!”

Originally posted by defsoulfeels

A/N: This was really fun to make rofl

この世には正解なんてない
  • Apostasia: Stop, Arme. Just stop what you're doing.
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: Apostasia...
  • Apostasia: Pity? Is this pity? That's what this is, isn't it?
  • Arme Thaumatury: ... That's not it.
  • Apostasia: Do you consider me a failure? A failed version of you? Is that why you're doing this?
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: I can't... just let you go on like this. I can't see you suffering... so please...
  • Apostasia: Take a good look, Arme. Do I look like I am suffering?
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: ...
  • Apostasia: Just look at us and tell me which one of us is the one that needs help right now.
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: ...
  • ----
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ...
  • Apostasia: ...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ^^;
  • Apostasia: -_-
  • Apostasia: What do you want?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Oh, no, nothing. ^^
  • Apostasia: You've been sitting there and watching me read for the past 30 minutes. If you have something to say, then spit it out.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I just. Uh, how should I say... I heard you and Arme arguing earlier.
  • Apostasia: Don't bring him up.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: He only cares about you.
  • Apostasia: ...Don't tell me you're going to try to "save" me as well.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: No, nothing of that sort. I just... want to keep you company.
  • Apostasia: ...?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Arme is Arme because he is someone who needs to be in control, meticulously perfecting everything. He will try, if he could, to do everything in his power to correct what he believes is wrong. Seeing you in your state has ruined him. He feels responsible.
  • Apostasia: But I am this way of my own accord.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I know, I know that. Arme just can't... He can't accept the irregularities in life.
  • Erluhen Emotion: But nothing in this world is be perfect, isn't it? Life is imperfect and that's precisely why it's so wonderful.
  • Apostasia: ... What are you trying to say?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I understand why Arme is that way, but that also means I understand why you are the way you are. I may not agree with everything that you do but I do accept that you have taken that path because you believed that path was the one for you.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I know this sounds extremely cheesy, but I really do believe everything happens for a reason. If the Goddess created us for us to take our own paths... then maybe in your world, the path you chose was the one you were meant to take.
  • Apostasia: Are you saying this was my fate...?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I'm saying, if the world was meant to be like this, then I like it the way it is...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: And,
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I like you the way you are.
Harue

I asked my grandma about the war when I was in fourth grade. I’d just learned about the World Wars in history that week, learning for the first time about the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, as well as the internment of Japanese Americans in the United States. I still remember how many of my classmates, and even my teacher, had looked directly at me after discussing the Japanese involvement in the war. I was one of two Asian kids in my entire school, and the other was Filipino. I’d wanted to hide under my desk and my face burned with my discomfort.

“Do you remember the bombs?” I asked her.
We hadn’t talked much about my grandmother’s life in Japan up to that point. My Aunt Etsuko had just come into our lives, and I had only gotten bits and pieces since then—things that I needed to know to understand what was going on, but not anymore than that. There had been some things from Japan that my grandma had passed on to us: kimonos, getta shoes, geisha dolls, folk songs, food—trivial things that I could learn from the internet if I really wanted to, nothing personal. But now I’d been exposed to enough of hers and Japan’s past to be curious. 

I wanted answers, I wanted to know. 

My grandma contemplated the question for a moment, taking her time to come up with an answer. I waited patiently, letting myself get distracted by the decorations in her room. To this day I like to refer to my grandma’s bedroom as “Little, Little Tokyo” because it is and always has been the most Japanese room in all our homes. 

“I was very little,” she began. “Eight or nine years old. I was outside catching bugs with my younger brother, the first born of the two boys and the third born of the five of us. Nobuhiko. We had glass jars to catch them with, and then there was a boom and a shake and I fell to the ground.” 

She rolled up her pant leg then to show me a white scar on her right knee. “This is where I cut myself. The jar broke when I fell and it stabbed me.”

“Were you living in Hiroshima?” I’d asked. 

She shook her head, slowly. She’d always been very gestural in her speaking and used lots of verbal confirmations that she was listening to you. Now that I’ve been to Japan in my adult years and spent more time with other Japanese people, I know that this is a cultural characteristic, one that I personally quite enjoy. 

“No,” she said. “I was a couple hour away from Nagasaki. Close enough to feel it, far enough not to be hurt by it.” 

I nodded in response, not sure what else to say. 

“You know, Megan,” she said, her face scrunched up in concentration and looking that the ground to the side of me. She did this a lot when talking to me about something serious, still does today. “War is a terrible thing. It ruins everything! I don’t ever want to experience that sort of thing again and I’m glad that you and your mama have never had to see war. That is why I come to America—because I want a better life for me and my children and grandchildren. Japan was completely changed by the world. It was very sad, very damaged, you know.” She paused, staring at the same spot on the floor and nodding her head rhythmically. “War ruins everything, Megan. Everything.”

Being Set Up By Tyler and Jenna (Josh Dun)

REQUESTS OPEN (pls send some i’m desperate)

Y/N Pov

I have been working as lightning technician for the band Twenty One Pilots for two months as they start their new tour; Emotional Roadshow. So far I have been loving it, its been amazing to be able to travel round the world and see so many beautiful places with so many lovely people.

Being one of the very few females on the crew Jenna took me under her wing and quickly accepted me as her friend. Jenna has been around a lot of the tour which has been great because I see her as one of my best friends, Tyler is alo great the way that he treats Jenna is amazing and he’s like my brother the way he is so energetic all the time like a child running around but he can also be serious to talk to which is amazing. Then there is Josh, after spending evenings with him on the couch watch crappy TV programmes, joking around with him all the time, whilst helping him set up some bits for his drums when I have nothing else to do and going out with him Jenna and Tyler sometimes when they have days off. I cant help but feel like I like Josh more than a friend.

The past couple of weeks I have had my feelings slowly develop for him even though I know that he wont ever like me back. Why should he? When he can have practically any girl on the planet with his charming attitude and his good looks.

We were in Austria at the moment and the whole crew were busy setting up things up for the concert that was happening later on in the evening, I busy around with Mike who was looking for a specific lead and me being the helpful person that I am goes and looks for it. I do a slow jog over to the tupperware box that was pushed up against the wall that was conveniently labelled ‘lighting’ I fiddle around with the leads that were all tangled in a bi knot, helpful. I make a mental note to remind myself to put them away neater next time to stop this happen.

I look foward down the narrow corridor that leads to steps, I see someone walk down them, I recognise that long blonde hair from anywhere as Jenna walks towards me, coming from the area where the dressing rooms were most likely with Tyler.

“Hey Jenna, would you be a dear and come help me untangle these bloody leads?” I ask her using my puppy dog eyes, however trying not to get annoyed at how many wires there are to untangle.

“Yeah sure, I have nothing better to be doing” Jenna replies kindly, thank goodness she was a lovely person and agreed to help me otherwise I would have been here all day, any way this a good time to catch up with Jenna and see what she has been up to today as I haven’t been able to talk to her alot today.

“So what have you been up to today?” I question, as we sit down on the floor as this may take a while.

“Not much, I was in the dressing room with Ty and Josh but I had to leave because I couldn’t bare to watch Josh sit there and drool over you any longer without doing anything about it”

Shocked, it took me a few seconds to reply as I dropped the wires to the floor, Josh liked me? I highly doubt it, how could he? It doesnt add up.

“W-what do you mean, drool” I question further, just to make sure that she wasn’t lying.  

“Josh likes you Y/N, alot.” Jenna says looking directly at me trying to decipher the look on my face as to what I was think at that current moment. I haven’t told Jenna about my crush I have on Josh as I was nervous about it, however I think the crimson blush plastered on my cheeks gave away everything.

“You like him too don’t you?” Jenna asks beaming. There is no point in trying to deny it at this point so I own up with a small nod.

“I knew it, I could tell because you’re always checking him out” Jenna winks and I gently slap her arm at the comment.

“No I do not, do I really make it that obvious?” I ask

Jenna thinks for a moment.

“That’s hard because for me it was quite obvious like how you always checked him out when he was setting up his drum kit, how you too always acted a bit differently around each other. On the other hand poor Josh was oblivious, he was sure that he was going to be stuck in the friendzone forever, he missed the signs.” Jenna said smiling.

I smile also, Josh liked me, he really did and that thought to me seemed simply unfathomable after all this time of him imaging liking me, it was actually happening. A sudden pang of fear hit my chest hard.

“Jenna, you wont tell him will you, please don’t” I plead, if Josh was going to find out that I fancied him I didn’t want him to find out through someone else.

“No I won’t because you dont want me to don’t worry.”

Jenna stops and thinks for a moment, I go back to working on the wires but it seems to have gotten a lot harder as my mind becomes clouded with Josh.

“But there is one thing I ask” Jenna states after a minute of her silent thinking and my silent working.

“What is it?” I ask nervously raising an eyebrow at her.

“Let me and Ty set you two up, like not tell Josh that you like him just tell him enough to pluck up the courage to ask you out” Jenna really wanted to help and not wanting to burst her bubble and wanting a date with Josh saying yes to her proposition seemed like the best idea.

“Ok, you can” Jenna beams and I can’t help but beam with her.

Tyler’s POV

“Josh, come here a sec I want to talk to you” I ask my friend to come over and to talk to me as Jenna has just told me about Y/N fancying Josh, we have thought out a small plan.

“Yeah what is it?” He queries as walks towards the sofa I was sitting on in our shared dressing room.

“So I wanted to talk to you about Y/N” I say, this grabs Josh’ attention as he immediately looks up.

“What is it Tyler?” Josh asks suspiciously.

“Well I was wondering if you would finally ask her on a date?” I state

“We have been over this there is no way that Y/N likes me” 

“My friend that is where I think you might be wrong”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for starters I see her checking you out when you are setting up your drums from the side of the stage, and she acts differently around you Josh, how have you missed the signs?” I see Josh’ brain click like clock work in his head, then he suddenly grins.

“You really think so?”

“For sure, I mean I don’t know for certain but all the right signs are there”

“Alright, I’ll do it, I will ask Y/N on a date.” Then he turns around to continue to get ready for tonights show.

After the Show

Y/N POV

I watch from the sides like I do nearly every concert alongside Jenna, we sing along to the songs and act like teens in the crowd. I watch him from the side, I loved watching him drum, do what he loved every night, he was doing what made him happy and for some strange reason I can’t explain that made me happy also.

The show was nearly over as Tyler was doing his speech he does just before the encore, this one is very emotional.

The concert was over and that meant that I had to organise a few pieces with Mike before the next concert tomorrow, I was only an assistant lighting technician meaning that I didnt have to do as much work as Mike but always liked to help as much as I could. When I had finished I go to Josh and Tylers dressing room (Like I do after every concert) usually I find Josh leaning the desk in the corner, and Jenna and Tyler sitting on the sofa however when I walked in today Josh was the only person in the dressing room. As I open the door Josh stood there shirtless, I have seen Josh shirtless on many occasions prior this one however this time it seemed to put a lump in my throat and a flood of butterflies fly through my body. 

“Sorry, I will come back in a minute if you want to get changed” I say suddenly becoming flustered and embarrassed.

“No, its cool let me just throw a t-shirt on” Josh replies sending a smile my way and I gladly return it.

I was about to ask where the others were but before I could speak Josh spoke.

“Y/N, there is something I have been wanting to ask you for a while now” Josh says slowly and carefully, the butterflies in my body appeared out of nowhere again.

“Ok” I say reassuringly, wanting him to carry on.

“Well, I really like you Y/N and I was to nervous to say anything as I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” I beam at his words, he did like me he really did and I know because he just told me, I dont have to imaging those scenarios anymore because it just happened in real life. I remember that Josh is waiting for a response.

“Yes Josh I would love to go on a date with you” I respond, and Josh does that precious smile where his grin reaches right to his ears and he looks adorable.

As a natural response I throw my arms around his waist in glee and he responds by doing the same by wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders,right then I decide, this is where I want to stay forever.

[Park Jimin] Imagine - Mind Your Business {Part Three}

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook  (BTS Semi-Famous)

Genre: Drama & Romance

Summary: You are next in line to take over your family’s company. However, you do not want to run a company. You have no passion or experience for it. You want to sell it and live a normal status life. Your parents disagree and plan to send you Seoul at a boarding school that’ll set you straight.


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You walked for at least 10 minutes and got at far as you could from the campus. It started getting darker outside and you kind of regretted it because everything was in Korean and you didn’t understand anything. People looked at you as you walked around in your now stained dress. You were sobbing and could careless what people thought about you. Jimin ruined everything. He ruined your mood. He’s going to ruin your life. That’s probably what he wanted.

You left your wristlet with Sunny before you did your speech and now you have no way to contact anyone. You accepted your tragic situation and continued walking.

You heard a honk and quickly turned around. You saw a black car pull up to you. The windows were really tinted and you couldn’t clearly see who the driver was. Your parents always taught you ‘stranger danger’ so you continued walking at a faster pace.

You hear the car door slam and foot steps jogging up to you. You begin to panic, afraid to turn around, but before you could run, a hand pulled your arm.

You look up to see Jungkook and you’re washed in relief. “You scared the hell out of me.” You take a deep breath.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He ignored your previous comment and let your arm go slowly.

“It’s a long story.” You sigh. “Well let’s get in my car before people recognize me.” You follow Jungkook to his car. You were impressed by how shiny and clean his car interior was.

“Don’t forget your seatbelt.” Jungkook smiles and you obeyed. “Can I tell you something?” You wanted Jungkook to be your therapist so he could hear you let everything out. You couldn’t exactly tell Sunny because she wouldn’t understand and she’d only take Jimin’s side.

“I’m all ears.” Jungkook starts his car and you let out a huge sigh before pouring your feelings out.

“My dad chose Jimin as my fiance.” Jungkook hits the brakes hard and it caused you to jerk forward. “I’m sorry, keep going.” Jungkook fixed his grip on the wheel.

“Anyways, I didn’t know Jimin was the one my father chose for me. He didn’t know who I was. He was being so rude and I called him a lowlife and Sunny told me he was my fiance. And then he ruined my party and he didn’t even feel the slightest of pity for me.” Replaying all of the events in your head only made your head throb more. Jungkook took a moment of silence before he continued.

“Jimin is a good friend of mine. He’s popular with the ladies. He’s always cocky, but with me he’s a sweet guy. Maybe you just have to give him some time to adjust to you. Give him some space to wiggle around and get used to you. Nothing’s impossible.”

Jungkook was right. But you knew you had no patience to tolerate Jimin any longer. He didn’t seem like the person who you’d easily get on their good side. But you knew the only way to make this time at this school any more enjoyable was to get along with Jimin.

“Just kill him with kindness. That’s the best advice I could give you.” Jungkook was actually being reliable. You considered his idea. “I’m actually offended you dad didn’t choose me to be your fiancé.” He looked at you and you knew he was joking.

“I guess your company didn’t meet his expectations.” You smile. “So what’s so special about the school? Why is it so popular in our world?” By our world, you meant the crazy business world. The world where people put their money before their children and family. 

“Well I started the school since I was freshman. They teach us how to finance and professionally partner with other companies. They teach us business skills such as communication and leadership.” Jungkook took a pause before continuing.

“They make it big deal. At the end of every month, the school hosts a big party where many CEOs from foreign countries come. They look for heirs to partner with in the future. It’s basically like an auction of stocks and companies.” 

“Wow it sounds intense.” You took a while to process how serious everything was starting to get. 

Soon, you’ll be a CEO of a company. You won’t have any time for yourself or your personal life. You would suffer with headaches and you would be stressed all the time. This is exactly why you wanted to sell the company to someone who would be able to handle these things. 


You and Jungkook arrive back at the dormitory and he left you at the door of your dorm. 

“Make sure you call me if anything happens, okay?” Jungkook put his phone back into his pocket after the both of you exchanged numbers. You nodded, too exhausted to respond. 

Jungkook left with a smile and you took a deep breath before entering the pin and walking into your dorm. Kill him with kindness. Be the bigger person.

You walk further in to the now darker room from what it was earlier that day. However, the lights automatically turn on as soon as they sense your motion. You looked around and didn’t find a trace of Jimin. You breathe in relief and walk to your new room which was next door to Jimin’s. You were getting ready to shower because your skin was sticky from the punch. 

You walk into the only bathroom in the dorm. You were amazed at how beautiful it was. The bathroom had a radio engraved into the wall with a plastic protect. You were excited you turned the music on full blast. Too bad there was only one of these. You undressed and let the steaming hot water relax your muscles. This was exactly what you needed to calm down. Although the music was blaring, it was relaxing to have some time to yourself.

You finished your shower and stepped out, the music still playing loud as you hummed to it. You removed the towel from your body, getting ready to dress yourself. But everything happened so fast, the door swung open and you were standing face to face with Jimin. (More like face to body) 

You screamed and slammed the door. You rushed to the radio and turned it off. You hadn’t heard JImin come in and the door was unlocked. 

“Are you insane!?” You yell to Jimin through the door. 

“You forgot to lock it idiot!” You heard him say through laughs. You were more than embarrassed. Your body was just exposed to Park Jimin, the man you hated so much. 

You quickly dressed with the little dignity you had left. As you opened the bathroom door, you could see Jimin sitting on the sofa watching TV. You try to make a run to your room before you could receive any judgement from Jimin. 

You didn’t make it far because he got up and stopped you. “You didn’t lock the door on purpose right? Are you trying to seduce me?”

You almost gag, was he serious?  “You actually think I wanted to seduce you? Are you that full of yourself?” 

Jimin stands in his signature position with his arms crossed. “I think you were.” 

“You think I’m going to fall at your feet and kiss your ass like all those other girls?” 

“You’re jealous? Aw, Y/N is jealous because her fiancé is talking to other girls.” Jimin provoked you and as soon as he did Jungkook’s words echoed in your head ‘kill him with kindness’. Would it work with him?

“Goodnight Jimin.” You smile and leave him and his childish self behind in the living room .


You wake up the next morning and you felt tired. You knew you had classes to attend and you groaned. You look at the time and it was 8:30 am. Your first class didn’t start until 10am so you had time to eat and get ready. 

After brushing your teeth and putting your hair up, you walk out of your room and find Jimin already eating breakfast on the island counter. He looks at you before looking back down at his phone. 

“Didn’t sleep naked last night did you?” Jimin chuckled and you pushed your temper back. It was way too early to start your day off like this. 

“Good morning to you too Jimin.” You walk past him and into the small but luxurious kitchen in the dorm. You pull out a bowl and struggle to find the cereal. “It’s in the last cupboard.” Jimin helped.

Progress already.

“I was going to request a different room, but there’s no space on campus. My only option is off campus.” Jimin stood up to place his empty plate in the sink. You were offended by what he had just said. You promised to keep your cool and follow through with kindness, but he ruined it. 

“Are you serious? Jimin, you have to grow up. Our wedding is in less than a year -”

“I know, you don’t have to remind me. I could careless.” Jimin looked away from you and dug his hands into his trousers. 

“How could you not care when our companies will become our responsibilities?” Jimin really had some guts. How could he not care about his future? How could he not acknowledge how important this was to your parents?

“This is a political marriage, princess. That means, no real feelings exist.That also means my personal life is none of your business. Do not ask me questions like a clingy girlfriend. I don’t belong to you.” Jimin was so blunt- about everything. Although you had no positive feelings towards him, his words stabbed you. 

“You’re right. But once we’re married, what’s yours is mine.” Jimin looked at you and chuckled. “You’re a cocky one aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes and continued to make your bowl of cereal. 

“I’m going to meet up with Somin.” Jimin gets his keys and you knew exactly who he was talking about. Her parents were the competitive company who always tried to beat your father’s wealth. They were fake and full of lies. 

“Are you doing this on purpose?” You walked over to Jimin in order for the anger to circulate. 

“We aren’t married yet, I have to stay open-minded for better offers. Who knows? Maybe Somin might have a better deal than you.” His words were only adding fuel to your fire. You’ve never been this angry with anyone, not even your father or mother. 

You had no idea how to react to Jimin’s coldness. You wanted to cry, out of anger and stress. You could feel the tear falling down your cheek and turned quickly away from Jimin as you brushed the tears off violently.

“Are you crying?” You couldn’t make out Jimin’s tone, was it sincre? Or was it sarcasm? Before the heated conversation could go any further, the door beeps, telling you someone was about to walk in. It was Sunny.

“I have your uniform Y/N!” She smiled and you only returned it softly. Her face drops as soon as she sees you were crying. “Were you crying?” She looks at Jimin then back at you.

Jimin grabs his coat and leaves swiftly. You look at Sunny and let the rest of the tears you were holding back, fall.

She runs up to you to hug you and you only drench her in tears. You thought everything was going to be better and okay. But Jimin only made you angrier. 

“I hate him so much.” You say as you clear your face. “Is it that bad?” Sunny lets you go.

“He’s meeting with Somin.” Sunny knew who she was and she only shook her head. “Do you want me to tell your father?” 

You knew if you told your father, he’d only arrange someone just as bad. You didn’t want show Jimin that he won. He was doing all of this to chase you away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of you leaving.

“No. I’ll have to endure it.” You take the uniform from Sunny’s hand and make your way to your room to change.

You have to endure Park Jimin.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I think I am going to schedule when I update this series. I want to aim for every Friday, Saturday and Sunday? Sound good? (: Hope you guys are enjoying the series! Thank you so much for those who send me feedback! <3

just posting this here; im going to be withdrawing from publicly answering most asks for a while. somehow the people sending us hate right now found my main + have sent me antisemitic asks (including asks calling me a “bitch ass kike”, “stupid jew cunt”, etc. one said that they hoped i died a long, slow, painful death in the gas chambers where i should be over “ruining that poor girl’s life”.) and asks wholly inappropriate for the situation. if youre one of the people sending these asks, then you can choke. im not dignifying you with a response. id like to also apologize again for this terrible mess. - mod newt

quizzikemen  asked:

For the prompt 8/ "Why are you so jealous ?" with your babes ❤

This… got away from me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


She had not signed up for this. Despite its slowly growing status as a trade hub, Skyhold still lacked a great many things: running water, fresh fruit, and, in many places, ceilings. Yet, to Athi’s dismay, there seemed to be no shortage of paperwork.

Restless and exhausted, she tossed down her pen and leaned back in the plush red armchair, flexing and extending her stiff fingers and twisting her wrists at harsh angles. The creak of the chair’s wood frame drowned out the cracklings in her joints, but she felt every one. Surely, hours had passed and she could leave the rest of her mostly organized pile for tomorrow. Surely.

She blearily looked around to readjust her eyes. Sunlight filtered in through the west-facing window, illuminating countless dust motes which hung weightless in the angled diamonds of light now stretched across the worn wooden floorboards. Long since tuned out, the chattering of Leliana’s ravens flooded back into her awareness, as did the sway of rich ivory fabrics and scented oils.

“You won’t get out of doing paperwork by fouling up the job, you know.” Dorian’s hearty, melodic voice cut into the noise. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Athi stared up at him in confusion. “But I haven’t—”

“Your pen, my friend.” He reached down and picked up the implement, depositing it with a clatter into the inkwell. Athi groaned as she saw the small, but spreading, puddle of ink which now marred the top few pages of her pile, and hurried to stem the flow.

“It seems you’ve been betrayed by a writing implement.” Dorian sighed dramatically. “Oh, how exciting your life is!”

She briefly looked away from her small disaster to glare at him. “Can I help you?”

“I seriously doubt it. My problems are, after all, incredibly complex.”

“Don’t test me, pretty boy,” she warned. “I am hungry and tired, I just ruined a half hour’s worth of work, and I will absolutely take it out on you.”

Dorian looked affronted. “Pretty boy? Honestly, I am grateful that you recognized my stunning good looks, but you could at least try to be less disparaging with your compliments next time.” Athi rolled her eyes in response.

“Regardless of your attempts to shoo me away,” he continued, leaning against the bookcase, “I’ve only come to remind you of the time, which happens to be the usual one for supper. I’ve noticed you tend to forget about it. Now, before you take that as a slight, please keep in mind that I have done this because I am a good person, who deserves better treatment than that which I’ve recently received.”

Athi shook her head, but smiled at his poorly masked thoughtfulness. “I’ll inform Josephine—see if we can’t get a new Inquisitor around here. Perhaps one more inclined to appropriately flatter handsome men?”

“Well, not all the handsome men. My goodness, we’d have a veritable menagerie of peacocks strutting about! No, I suppose we shall have to suffer your half-hearted accolades. For now, at least.”

“Such a martyr,” she teased, moving toward the door. “Will you join me?”

Dorian gave a dramatic sigh and walked over with another flourish of his hands. “Oh, I might as well. You’ll need someone to entertain you while you eat, I suppose.”

“That’s exactly it.”

As they passed by the balustrade, the sound of faint feminine laughter drifted up from the room below.

Solas’ study.

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Injured

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I get a female reader x josh where they’re married or something, and she’s Ty.’s sister and a part of TØP, and a few nights before they go on tour, she hurts her knee playing soccer, and she try’s to keep it on the down low and doesn’t complain and stuff, and she THINKS she keeps it on the down low, and then on their last night, doing a trick or something, she re injures it and like has to leave the show and go to the hospital? And then fluff??? Sorry I know it’s long 😬😬😬

A/N: It’s a bit longer than I anticipated, haha. I changed it just a tad bit, but I hope you still enjoy it! I played soccer for a couple of years when I was a child, so you’ll have to excuse the horrible soccer terminology! Also, I had a lot of fun with this request, because I kind of based it off of the Little Rock show, where Ty had a crew member go in the hamster ball. Hope you enjoy! xx

Josh Dun x Fem!Reader | masterlist

Warnings: mentions of injuries/broken bones

You were married to Josh Dun. Crazy, right? He was perfect and everything you’d ever hoped for. Tyler, being your brother, had introduced you two. Tyler was a little iffy about it at first, but when he saw the way Josh looked at you, and watched the way Josh listened when you talked, and did anything to make sure you were happy, Tyler knew Josh was the one for you.

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