you are responsible for ruining my life


Happy 46th Birthday, David Tennant! // April 18, 1971

My parents used to always report tales of me running around in the back garden, talking to myself. But I wasn’t talking to myself - I was making up stories … That was just what I did, I just ran around and talked to myself.

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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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.

Save Me (M) [Final]

Originally posted by jengkook

[Part 1]

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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pure | one

genre  ―  angst, fluff (maybe some smut in the future, who knows?)

pairing  ― jungkook x reader

word count  ―  2.3k

synopsis   ―  she was the purest being he’d ever witnessed in his pitiful life, yet he was responsible for ruining her.

chapters  ― 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

author’s note  ―  hola hola (stan kard guys, you won’t regret) your good sis smile is back at it again with a guk fic! i actually posted this on my wattpad account a few months ago but unpublished it because of a huge writer’s block but here it is, freshly rewritten (barely lol) and only on tumblr.

You are certainly losing your mind.

The fact that you overslept on this important day is already the most frustrating thing you’re currently feeling but adding the unexpected absence of your maid and best friend (you prefer the term ‘close acquaintances’), Junghye, is clearly not helping her poor self. But you don’t understand how this day started so badly when every single detail, from your outfit to the room where everything should be taking place, was planned by none other than your mother. Speaking of which, she should be fuming by now; her daughter was running late due to a defect alarm and an absent maid. God, the poor woman will surely have a gigantic outburst. Luckily, you weren’t in the main office yet.

You blink one last time into the mirror, admiring the burgundy velvet dress you put on above a simple white t-shirt and the little silver loop earrings you are wearing before carefully slipping into her brand new beige Jeffrey Campbell mules. This day surely is going to be a very stressful one.

Y/n, the oldest and only daughter of Kim Hyunchul and Jang Sunmi, had her fate written down ever since the day her mother came back home in tears of joy, holding a paper that only contained one important word:  pregnant. Being the oldest child of South Korea’s most powerful and successful CEO, it was only a matter of time until you were supposed to take over your father’s company. Despite the birth of your younger brother, Taehyung, your father decided for you to be the rightful heir and successor which caused an outrage amongst the Korean high society. Ever since, you have been raised to be a very strong and thriving businesswoman who would lead your father’s company, K-H Corporation, into greater success. Of course, your brother Taehyung also had a very important role in your father’s business, seeing that he was the second child thus also your successor.

You sigh at the thought of your mother’s reaction once she witnesses your terribly late arrival. The guests must have already started talking about the project with her mother. What a day! 

You hurry out of your bedchamber, on your way to the main office where your furious mother and two important guests are waiting for you. Trying your best not to stumble while running in the heels you’re currently wearing, you don’t pay attention to the people in front of you and end up bumping into your beloved baby brother.

And of course, Taehyung doesn’t fail to point something out:
“Y/n? aren’t you supposed to be meeting the Jeons with mother as of now? What are you doing here? You’re so in trouble!”

“Look, I know about that. Can you please move out of my way and let me access the main office as quickly as possible? I really need to get in there before mother loses her mind,” you hiss but immediately shoot him an apologetic look when you notice how harsh your response actually sounded.

A chuckle leaves his lips and he moves aside, leaving you enough space so that you could finally continue running in direction of the main office.
“Alright, big sis. Good luck with mother!” he yells after you before entering his bedroom. Poor Y/n, he thinks.

You finally reach the doors of the main office, breathless and with slightly disheveled hair. Taking one deep breath after fixing your high ponytail, you finally open the door and walk into the room, making sure to close the door behind you. When you turn around, you are met with three pairs of eyes gazing at you (one pair belonging to the fuming matriarch of the family). You clear your throat before speaking up:

“I sincerely apologize for my exceedingly late entrance. Unfortunately, I overslept but I tried my best to arrive on time. I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

“Oh, it’s fine, Miss Kim! We were just about to start, you came right on time. please, have a seat,” a middle aged man (probably Mr. Jeon) smiles.

You smile back at him before you decide to take the seat next to your mother’s. you nod at you mother ere you glance up at the boy in front of you. You recall the conversation you had with her mother and taehyung on the prior day where she mentioned that Mr. Jeon would be in company of his son, Jungkook.

‘He is incredibly handsome’ is the first thought that goes through your mind the moment your eyes lock for the very first time, but these thoughts disappear as quickly as they emerged when your mother clears her throat.

“We are reunited here today to discuss the establishment of the subsidiary company of Jeon Enterprises and K-H Corporation that will be lead by the heirs of the two companies, Y/n and Jeon Jungkook,” she announces.

“My, my. Why are you being so formal, Sunmi? We have been friends for over fifteen years and you still haven’t changed. Please, drop the formalities, you’re scaring the poor children!” Mr. Jeon laughs.

You arch your eyebrows at that. Your mother and dropping formalities should never be mentioned in the same sentence unless you have a death wish. But what surprises you more is your mother’s reaction she giggles. Not even once have you ever seen your mother laugh during a business meeting (and you were present on a lot of meetings with her).

“Okay, kids, like Junseok just said, dropping formalities would be a good thing since we’re all practically family. But first, Y/n, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Y/n, my daughter,” Mrs. Jang smiles as she points towards you.

“Meeting you is my pleasure, Y/n,” Jungkook smirks. You shyly smile at him but are interrupted by Mr. jeon when you are about to answer.

“So, we are assembled here because we have to discuss a few important details regarding the company. Both, Jungkook and Y/n, are the chiefs executive officers in charge of JKH Corporation. ”

You both nod.

“While the two of you will share the title as the head of the company, the CEO role will be split in two. We want you two to collaborate. But before we reveal which role will be given to who, let Sunmi remind us what exactly a CEO has to do.”

“The Chief Executive Officer is responsible for leading the development and execution of the company’s long term strategy with a view to creating shareholder value. The CEO’s leadership role also entails being ultimately responsible for all day-to-day management decisions and for implementing the company’s long and short term plans. the CEO acts as a direct liaison between the board and management of the company and communicates to the Board on behalf of management. The ceo also communicates on behalf of the company with shareholders, employees, Government authorities, other stakeholders, and the public. I hope you two are aware of your duties,” Mrs. Jang states.
Both, you and Jungkook, smile and nod in unison. of course, this was nothing new to you.

“So, let’s come to the splitting of roles. Jungkook, you will be in charge of leading, in conjunction with the Board, the development of the Company’s strategy; leading and oversee the implementation of the Company’s long and short term plans in accordance with its strategy; ensuring the Company is appropriately organized and staffed and to have the authority to hire and terminate staff as necessary to enable it to achieve the approved strategy; ensuring that expenditures of the Company are within the authorized annual budget of the company; assessing the principal risks of the Company and to ensure that these risks are being monitored and managed; ensuring effective internal controls and management information systems are in place; ensuring that the company has appropriate systems to enable it to conduct its activities both lawfully and ethically; ensuring that the Company maintains high standards of corporate citizenship and social responsibility wherever it does business and to act as a liaison between management and the Board. Am I understood?”

“Yes, you are father,” Jungkook acquiesces.

“While Y/n, you will have to be in concert with the Chairman meaning us, to develop Board agendas; to communicate effectively with shareholders, employees, Government authorities, other stakeholders and the public; to keep abreast of all material undertakings and activities of the Company and all material external factors affecting the Company and to ensure that processes and systems are in place to ensure that the CEO and management of the company are adequately informed.”

Mrs. Jang stops in the midst of listing out your duties and briefly glances at you. “I hope you are taking notes, dear,” she says, adjusting her brown blazer.

“Of course, mother!” you smile before you scribble down something on yourr little notebook.

“You must also ensure that the directors are properly informed and that sufficient information is provided to the Board to enable the directors to form appropriate judgments; ensure the integrity of all public disclosure by the Company; request that special meetings of the board be called when appropriate; sit on committees of the Board where appropriate as determined by the Board; and abide by specific internally established control systems and authorities, lead by personal example and encourage all employees conduct your activities in accordance with all applicable laws and the Company’s standards and policies, including its environmental, safety and health policies,” Mr. Jeon adds.

“Understood, sir,” you say.

“Together, the two of you will choose your employees and most importantly, your personal assistants. The files are all here, you will just need to choose.”
You and Jungkook nod once again. Jesus, you didn’t think that this meeting was already going to go that far because according to your mother, you were only supposed go over the slight details, not hire employees. You gaze over at Jungkook and see how unfazed he looks, almost as if he doesn’t care. 

Interesting, you think.

You both watch your respective parent stand up and head out of the room, Leaving you two alone in the huge office. You clear your throat in order to get Jungkook’s attention before looking down at the mountain of files on the table.

“So, Jungkook, we have to hire fifteen people including our personal assistants, who will be competent enough to work at the company. Do you perhaps, happen to know some of the people in these files?” you ask.

“No,” he replies curtly.

You are clearly taken aback by his short yet sharp response. You didn’t think he would be so direct.

“Should we then split up the files and choose who we think will be good enough and then listen to each other’s opinion about any possible employee or just choose everyone together?”

“Do you even listen to me? Like i said: no,” he smirks.

Does he think it’s a joke?

“Excuse me?” to say that you were outraged would be the understatement of the century.

“Listen, I don’t want to pick employees. You can do it alone.”

“And why would i be the one to do it? we’re supposed to work together.”

“Well, for starters, I don’t work with uptight girls,” he arrogantly states.

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.


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. 


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. 


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.


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. 


“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.

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.

When the world is crashing, breathe. (Request)

Prompt: Can I request a Loki X reader where they are out shopping when she runs into her ex whom she hasn’t seen in 2 years? She is very uncomfortable and it prompts Loki to finally make a move? Maybe Loki remembering helping her through the heartbreak? Thanks!–Anonymous 

Note: Fluff, ex-boyfriend making rude comments

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Past Oc x Reader


Requested by: Anonymous 

Loki and (Y/N) were having fun for once. There was no missions, or no disasters happening that would ruin this perfect day together. They have been really good friends now for a while now, and they were very close considering he’s helped her through a lot, but she’s helped him through a lot more. “Thank you for coming with me today.” She smiles to him.

“Of course, I do tend to enjoy these small moments.” He comments as he looks around the stores throughout the mall. “Really?” She questioned when he nods. “Well pretty much the only other time I get to see you is whenever we are on a mission. That’s no fun.” His face crinkles in disgust causing her to laugh at his dorkiness.

“Well I enjoy our time together wherever we go.” She said causing him to roll his eyes. “Sentimental.” He comments when she leans against him. “So are you.” She resorts. “Never said I wasn’t.” He murmured, taking a drink of his coffee. It was in the colder seasons and Loki really enjoyed his coffee on day like these.

They had just walked out of a shoe department store, because after last mission (Y/N)’s shoes had been ruined. Loki had agreed to go with her and pick a new pair before the next mission. They were now headed for the food court, because they had been here for a little while and the thought of food made (Y/N) very happy.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called as (Y/N) froze. The thought of food was now in the back of her mind when she turns back to see her ex-boyfriend Tyler. “T-Tyler?” She asked when Loki looks back with his eyebrow quirked to the man in question.  “Oh my goodness it really is you.” He laughs as she nervously chuckles and Loki took immediate notice.

“Hey, what-what are you doing here?” She asked, rubbing the back of her neck. Loki remember that she only did that when she was really nervous, or uncomfortable. Loki frowned softly, watching as Tyler walked up to her before his eyes fell onto Loki when he nods. “It’s been a while.” Tyler comments, looking back to (Y/N) who nods.

“Two years.” She murmured when Loki watches them both before the memories of her sobbing over a boy named Tyler. He remembered having to calm her down, having to lay next to her for her to fall asleep and he remembered the anger towards this boy. He harmed his precious dove in ways that took forever to repair. He felt (Y/N) squeeze his hand.

“I can’t believe it’s you… Wow you look the same as you did. Maybe a little heavier.” Tyler comments when Loki had something that felt like rage suddenly pulse through him. (Y/N) quickly looked to the ground, stuttering out an answer, but she couldn’t think of any response. Loki gritted his teeth, because this was exactly what happened two years ago.

Loki knew immediately that it was the same boy who had done this to her when he stepped in front of her causing her eyes to widen. “I think it is best if you left her alone. After all scum shouldn’t really have a right to talk now should they?” Loki tilted his head as Tyler looked at him in shock. “Excuse me?” Tyler demanded in anger when Loki rolled his eyes.

“My little Dove doesn’t need something like you in her life to ruin what she has sout to fix. As the saying goes mirrors always remain broken.” Loki hissed when (Y/N)’s face heated up at him calling her doll. “You’d car for someone that messed up?” Tyler asked when Loki smiled. “No.” He murmured when (Y/N)’s heart clenched at his words.

Suddenly Loki turned to face (Y/N) who opened her mouth ready to tell him that no one would want her. That’s when he cupped her cheeks and smashed his lips against her own as everything stopped moving, time itself stopped moving. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she felt the coolness of his lips, but there was a warmth flooding through her chest.

When he finally pulled away as she was staring at him in shock, but his eyes never left hers. “I would learn to love whatever messed up things plague her. I would learn to help her through them, because love is something that takes time, takes courage.” He turned to face Tyler who was looking as shock as (Y/N) felt. “Something you don’t have.” He smirked.

Before Tyler could even respond Loki gripped her hand and pulled her down to the food court. (Y/N) seriously couldn’t wrap her head around what just happened as she glances back to Tyler before looking to Loki. “You just… You just killed me.” She pointed out when he looks back to her. “Yes, I did.” His voice was quiet when she noticed his off-set demeanor.

“Did you not mean to?” She questioned softly. “What? No, I… I did, but I didn’t want you to know.” He huffs when she smiles. “You… You mean you actually like me?” She felt this weird swelling effect in her chest when he looks back to her. “(Y/N), who was there to pick up the pieces that he left behind?” He demanded when she stopped for a moment.

Everything was coming into perspective, because he had always been there to pick up the broken mess called (Y/N). Every. Single. Time. He never questioned what happened, because he would just curl up beside her and hold her close while she sobbed into his chest. “Y-You…” She whispered when Loki gestured out in front of her.

“I don’t do that for just anyone my little dove.” He chuckled softly when she covered her mouth. “Oh my god… Loki, I’m so stupid.” She said in shock when he frowned, flicking her forehead. “You are not stupid.” He shot back when she rubbed her forehead. “I could have confessed earlier, but I wasn’t… I didn’t think I was stable enough for you.” He sighed.

“Loki, you’re the only one I want anymore.” She said, cupping his face when she smiles. “And… And what you did back there makes me only want you even more… If that were possible.” She laughs as he chuckles when they both smiles to each other before she jerks him into a kiss. He pulls her closer as they kiss when they finally pulled away, resting their forehead together. “Come on, I bet your starving.” He murmurs. “Yes, I am!” She exclaims, dragging him off as he laughs in happiness. There has never been two people more made for each other than the God of Mischief and (Y/N).

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Incorrect Ludwig Beilschmidt Quotes

“There’s no such thing as working too much.”

“Finally, some peace and quiet…aaand it’s gone.”

“What happened? Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Well, I THOUGHT I was going to get things done today…”

“This is going to blow up in our face, isn’t it?”

“Why must everyone I care about worry me so much? I don’t have one friend where I think ‘oh, they can handle themselves’, but, no, I’m constantly stressed out because god knows what Italy is up to right now.”

“I’m the only responsible person I know.”

“Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? I’m the voice of reason!”

“Who hurt you? Where aRE THEY!? I WILL KILL THEM!”

“I get no respect! No respect at all!”

“Why do people insist on harassing me?”

“My book! After a long, hard day, I can finally read my book!”

“Everyday, I have a schedule, and everyday, it gets ruined against my will.”

“Life is just a series of people I want to punch in the face, but can’t.”

“If you die, I will kill you!”

“Sorry, no stupid questions after 1:00.”

“I don’t trust people who find my brother funny.”

“My dog is the only person who understands me.”

“I can be funny! Why did the chicken cross the road?…I don’t know where I was going with that…”


“I’ll watch a movie with you as long as the dog doesn’t die.”

“I met Gilbert for the first time, and WHOOSH! There went my sanity! Right out the window! Gone! Never to be seen again!”

“That’s it. I quit. I’m going home, eating chocolate cake, and going to bed.”

“Thanks for this wonderful experience, I’ll remember to tell my therapist about it!”

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.

I’m so sorry I just cannot stop thinking about this

And for some reason I thought it would be more fun to draw like 500000 individual freckles than some actually decent jewelry?? I’d call this some sub-par bedazzlement, but it doesn’t even matter because ALONSZO THE PYGMY HIPPO

@imindhowwelayinjune @thelioninmybed you’ve ruined my life I’d meant to spend the past hour studying calculus

Carrying The Load

Pregnant!Reader x Vernon

Words: 690

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

You couldn’t bear to stay any longer. Just last night you told Hansol about the pregnancy, he took it well, but you could see this discomfort in his expression. Neither of you wanted this to happen, especially at such a young age. You couldn’t just kill it, and Hansol agreed.

He may be a murderer, but babies are on a whole other level. Even more so when it’s his.

You didn’t want to stay in a home with guns and drugs, though. If you were to keep this child, it would be in a safe home. Hansol may be set for life in the mafia, but that doesn’t mean your child has to be.

Normally, you would be sitting next to Hansol in his tech-lab, but lucky for you they had a big job today. All of them were out except for Jihoon and Wonwoo. They wouldn’t be a bother to you, though.

The bag you packed was only filled with the things you needed, so you wouldn’t over pack. Maybe if you left some things, Hansol would think you’re coming back.

The beeping on your phone signaled that it was time to go. Oddly, the beeping continued even when you dismissed the alarm. You brushed it off as one of Hansol’s weird computers.

You were about to open the door when someone held it shut.

“Where are you going?” Wonwoo stepped in front of you. He didn’t seem like he was going to let you go without a proper answer.

“Oh, you know… We’re going to need more groceries with 15 mouths to feed so…” You weren’t sure if he even knew about your situation, but maybe he would get the message.

He opened the door for you, “Right. Hansol mentioned this so… congratulations, I think?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You hurried out the door, not wanting to deal with anymore awkwardness.

The beeping noise had driven you insane. You were just sitting on the side of the road, with your hands over your head. The people walking by must have thought you belong in an asylum. They might as well be right, you were basically yelling at a voice in your head to stop the noise.

Hansol was better off without a crazy person like you anyway. At this rate, your child will have a worse life than it would in the mafia.

Hansol should be happier like this. Hansol won’t have to deal with all of your bullshit, just his own.

“[Y/N], it’s time to come home.” You were even hearing his voice now.

“[Y/N], don’t ignore me. It’s even more dangerous out here.” There was the feeling of a hand on top of your head.

Tilting your head up slowly, you realized it wasn’t a voice in your head.
Raising your hand to put it on top of his, you asked, “Can you stop the beeping in my head?”

Hansol let out a small laugh, “Sweetie, that’s not in your head,” He bent down to pull a small device out of your bag, “It’s a tracking device. It makes me seem like I don’t trust you but… I didn’t really trust you to stay with me. To believe that I’ll help you with this.”

“Of course I didn’t believe you! You looked like your world came crumbling down, I didn’t want to ruin your life.” You started sobbing as he stopped the beeping. He pressed a small button on the device and slipped it into his pocket.

Hansol sighed, “It’s not like that. I want to stay responsible for my actions, so please believe me,” he helped you up off the ground, “The only thing I’m worried about is Seungcheol getting pissy because I’m ‘irresponsible’.”

“We live with him, how do you expect to stop him from doing that?” You held his hand and leaned your head on his shoulder. It felt comfortable being back with him.

He gave your hand a small squeeze, “I’ll get us our own house. Just the three of us, happy together. How’s that sound?”

“I love you, Hansol.” You simply replied to him.

He embraced you, “I love you too, [Y/N].”

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.

“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.


~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.
Looking at him properly, you gasped slightly.

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.

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.”

[I Dare You] - Chpt. 1

 Her Royal Highness 

Negan x Sabrina 

[Summary: Sabrina is the daughter of Albert Kensington and soon to be the first ruling Queen of Osea. As the country welcome their Princess back home, her safety and privacy are now at risk as all eyes set on her return. Her parents decide to hire a mysterious and fearsome ex-agent as her bodyguard to stand by her side and keep a close eye on the future Queen

A/N: RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOUR TRASH FOR THE BODYGUARD TROPE JUST LIKE ME! This is an AU!Negan series I’ve been working on the side - I have the first few chapters ready but wanted to see feedback before continuing. This is a slooow burn so be prepared! The country is pronounced: oh-see-ya. xx  I tagged everyone that liked my initial post, so if you want to be off the tag list please let me know! 

Tags: slow burn, eventual smut 

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Originally posted by the-hall-of-fashion

Sabrina did not control her destiny.

That was the only justifying thought that passed her mind as to why she was standing silently like a mannequin on a platform that elevated from the center of her walk-in closet. She ignored the ache in her shoulders due to how her arms were spread out maintaining a perfect “T” shape, while continuing to breath in slowly in an attempt to cinch her waist to the smallest possible size. Her focus channeled away from the numbing discomfort that pinched between her spine, to Miss Odette’s slender fingers poking and prodding behind her back with the needle and thread.

Three generations”, she stated in her thick, posh accent. “I’ve been dressing Kensington women for three generations, but you will be the reason why people will remember my name even after I’m gone because…”

Pushing back her bug-eyed red frames to the bridge of her nose, a smile spread across Miss Odette’s fuchsia pink lips and she opened her arms wide to reveal the magic of her touch.

“Sabrina Kensington, you are the epitome of beauty, dahling

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“We always do “pt. 5.1

“What’s up with you?” you asked, not knowing what storm you just unleashed upon yourself.

“For fucks sake, Y/N! Are you actually going to pretend, you don’t know what’s going on? Why were you flirting with Andy?” Bill hissed.

“I don’t now what you’re talking about.” you said innocently. And you planned on playing the dumb doll, until the tall swede finally spoke clearly. You wanted to get him out of the defense. His actions from the last days had given you mixed signal, which to be quite honest, was annoying you to no end. If he wanted to play, you would play.

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anonymous asked:

Jeff positive/silly headcanons?

He is ooc in these headcanons because Jeff is just not a positive guy man.


+ He plays dress-up with Sally and Lazari every couple weeks when Liu isn’t around. He wants to be a good uncle.

+ He doesn’t kill kids whoever thinks that is messed up I know he is psychotic and suppose to be scary but no he doesn’t kill kids and babies.

+ He once went through a phase in life, and he wore nothing but pink, and his entire room was full of pink. It was silly and cute.

+ When others feel down, Jeff does stupid stuff to cheer them up.

   + Once, Tim was really fucking depressed so Jeff went up to Slender, and he called him a ‘Tall fucker who has a small package.’ Tim has never laughed so hard in his life. Though Jeff was in a ‘creepypasta’ hospital for a few weeks.

+ “Yeah, I killed my parents, ruined my brothers life, and ruined some chicks life, but I do care about them. Including the chick I guess.”

+ He is standing on a roof top, holding a wireless mic, “YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING PERFECT AND I AM SORRY IF I KILL YOU.”