you seriously have no idea when to shut up

This fucker just seriously doesn’t know when to shut up. He really doesn’t. We’re treated to yet another round of Nick Spencer trying to pretend that it’s totally fine to be having explicitly anti-Nazi superheroes–in this case a fucking holocaust survivor—join up with Hydra.

The Magneto thing is beyond ridiculous. Magneto would agree himself:

But even the fucking idea that “okay, well they were once connected with Nazis but now they’re just fascists ^^ “ like no. Fuck you.

A holocaust survivor would not be cool with the organization that sprang out of the group of people who carried out the genocide of his people and imprisoned him. Jews, we’re the people of collective memory. We’re the people of strong oral tradition who make a point of not fucking forgetting. A patch farhailkt zich un a vort gedenkt zich: a slap heals but a harsh word is remembered. 

This is objectively the highest level of bullshit Marvel could be pulling, and at best it’s to exploit this reaction I and many others are having right now to make a splash. Given Spencer shoving his head further up his ass every day, it’s probably time we start thinking about that “at worst.”

Okay but an AU with the 13 Reasons Why boys having games night (with Taffy and Justlex)...
  • Alex: Why the hell do Jeff and Bryce keep winning? Their cards are rigged or some shit. Who the hell shuffled?
  • Tyler: Of course Bryce is gonna win cards against humanity
  • Monty: I swear Clay and Jeff keep exchanging cards- that's why Clay's in his lap, Jeff can cheat
  • Bryce: Maybe it's just because none of y'all's are funny, Zach and Clay might as well not even be playing
  • Zach: Yeah, well at least we're not relating all our answers to our boyfriends like Justin!
  • Justin: What? Just 'cause I'm gettin' some and you're not?
  • Clay and Jeff: Actually-
  • Tony: Guys! ...
  • Alex: Seriously, Justin?
  • Monty: Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Standall here, seriously?
  • Alex: Hey, don't agree with me
  • Justin: Don't agree with him
  • Tyler: Guys-
  • Everyone: Shut up!
  • Tyler: I was just gonna see if anyone wanted the last slice of pizza, but I guess it's mine
  • Clay: It's yours
  • Bryce: Look lets just go another round
  • Alex: Why? So you can kick our asses again
  • Bryce: Yep
  • Justin: I have a better idea
  • *Justin and Alex start making out*
  • Clay: Seriously Justin? Is it necessary for you to do that when we're all right here
  • *Justin gives Clay the finger*
  • Monty: This game sucks
  • *Monty throws his cards across table*
  • Tony: Agreed
  • Jeff: Mmm
  • Tyler: Yeah
  • Monty: I'm going to get a beer
  • Bryce: Fine, bunch of losers
  • *Bryce flips the table*
  • Jeff: Did he just-
  • Clay: *nods* He did
  • Zach: This is why we can't have nice things

Fake

Part 2

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Angst kinda and fake fluff

Word Count: 1311

A/N I’ve decided I’m going to do this in parts. It’s just easier and otherwise it’ll end up pretty long. Requests for part 2?

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“Please,” Baekhyun begged.

“No, Baekhyun. The whole idea’s ridiculous,” you snapped. The two of you were sitting on Baekhyun’s double bed in his room, gripping video game controllers with eyes glued to the screen. The pause screen suddenly blared up on the screen. You sighed and turned to face your friend.

Please, Y/N,” he tried again. Baekhyun had proposed the idea of using you as a ‘fake girlfriend’ so he could make some other girl jealous, with an end result of attracting her. The two of you were good friends, but he clearly had no idea quite how much Baekhyun meant to you. In your eyes, he was more than a friend.

“You seriously invited me over to play video games and watch movies to then sugar coat the fact you want me to pose as your girlfriend for some other random girl? I won’t do it. We’re not in some stupid reality show.” You uncrossed your legs and dropped the controller on his bed, standing up.

“Well when you put it like that… Please, I’ll do anything. You’ll have my life eternally in your debt,” Baekhyun pleaded.

“You’re crazy,” you muttered, stepping out his room and shutting the door behind you. The two of you rarely fought, but surely your feelings for him had triggered the outburst towards him. You couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling inside you.

Just as you had the front door of his apartment open, you stopped. You loathed the fact that you were creating drama in your friendship. Deep down, all you wanted was to please Baekhyun. With a groan at your defeat, you spun around and made your way back towards Baekhyun’s room. You opened his door and leaned against the frame. Baekhyun looked up at you.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” He grinned.


You threw a hoodie on and turned to Baekhyun who was sitting atop your bed and studying your outfit choice, a hand resting on his chin.

“Right, let’s go and get this over with,” you sighed, reaching for your phone.

“Hmm…” Baekhyun hummed.

“What?”

“Maybe something a little… Skimpier?” You gawked at him. “More revealing?” Was he serious?

“Baekhyun, I agreed to do this whole crazy scenario for you. If I want to wear a hoodie and jeans, I’m going to wear a damn hoodie and jeans.”

“But –” he began to protest. “Don’t you want to outlook that girl?” He reeled you in. It’s as if he knew how you truly felt. You were silent for a few moments.

Fine.” God, the amount of times you’d given in to that boy. Drawing your hoodie off and then reaching to pull up your strap top, you stopped and began blushing.

“Oh – sorry.” Baekhyun pulled up a hand to cover his eyes, smiling. Being very aware that he was probably still peeking through his fingers, you turned around to remove your top. You made your way over to your closet and pulled out an off-the-shoulder top that clung to your waist and showed off your curves. It also seemed to enhance your collarbones nicely.  

“This?” you checked. Baekhyun pulled his hand away from his eyes and beamed.

“That’s better!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in excitement.

“Anything else you want me to completely change about myself to meet your standards?” you demanded.

“Nope! You look perfect.” You blushed again and had to look to the ground, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You had to remind yourself that you were part of his little act to get another girl, you were simply his doll for the night. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t use the night as your chance to enjoy Baekhyun as if he were your significant other, no matter how much it would ruin you when he was no longer yours.

As the two of you departed the dorm, Baekhyun slipped his hand into yours.

“What are you doing?” you gasped.

“Couples tend to hold hands, believe it or not,” Baekhyun announced.

“Oh, right.” This could take some getting used to. “So, where are we going? How do you know where she’ll be at this hour?” It was dark outside.

“The library. She loves reading. How sweet is that?” Baekhyun grinned.

I like reading.” You pouted.

“Yeah, but…” He paused. “Yeah, I guess you do.”

The library was lit dimly; a gentle hum of computers whirring seemed to ease your nerves. This was your one night to have Baekhyun as your date, you were going to use the opportunity well. However, the idea that a few other students were dotted around the library, potentially watching, made you nervous.

“There she is.” Baekhyun pressed his lips to your ear and murmured. “Do something cute, act like we’re having a good time.” You shivered in anticipation to the feeling of his lips brushing against you. To his command, you brought a hand to your lips and faked a small giggle, before turning to look at him in awe. His eyes seemed to mirror yours. A soft smile played at his lips and he looked at you as if you were the most fascinating being in the whole universe. You wished he’d look at you like that all the time.

You caught the girl he had his eyes on look your way, her eyes wide. You took the opportunity and pulled Baekhyun towards you, your hands gripping his jacket. Your lips collided, his body tightening in shock but soon relaxing into the kiss. Your heart beat so hard in your chest you wondered if he could feel it against his own. He entwined his slender fingers into your hair, moaning into the kiss. You had never imagined your first kiss with Baekhyun would be like this; a stage.

You pulled back, gasping for air and pulling him down onto a particularly large bean bag at a perfect angle for the girl to catch glances at you. The two of you laughed, breathless and landing in a heap on each other. He adjusted himself and pulled you onto his lap. You spent the next while giggling at each other and peppering kisses over each other’s skin. His hands roamed your body, but you restricted your own hands to only his face and fluffy hair. You knew it would be purely teasing yourself otherwise.

Baekhyun let a finger trace shapes on your thigh. Your hair seemed to stand on end as he touched you. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips and you locked eyes with Baekhyun, your face heating up again. It was completely accidental, but at the sound, the girl snapped her book shut and stood up. Her chair scraped patronisingly against the wooden floor.  

She began walking towards the two of you, her heels clicking as an agonisingly slow countdown to ending your moments in heaven with Baekhyun. You averted your gaze from his eyes, not letting yourself witness them light up when she approached the two of you. She leant her weight on one foot, a hand resting on her hip.

“Excuse me, I don’t think the library is the right place for that,” She sneered. Almost instantly, you swung your legs off your no longer pretend boyfriend, stood up untidily and straightened out your clothes. Your head was still in a daze, as if Baekhyun had left an effect on you like alcohol. You could only take so much before you’d had enough. Without another word, you left out the large glass doors. Your work was over now, you were no longer needed.

Bitterly wishing Baekhyun good luck, you returned to your dorm alone.

Tour Bus Fun *Smut*

Shawn Mendes
Words; 1,200 
Warnings; ‘Smut’ (Thigh Riding and a disappointing start to a handie) + some shitty dirty talk 

Request;  Could you write a smut or fluff (either or) of Shawn and the reader being alone on his tour bus after a big show and Shawn is tired and they’re cuddling in his bed? Could end in a smut or fluff way.. Ps.. I LOVE you’re writing!! :)
Note; this ended up being way longer than intended, but I think it came out alright, apart from the questionable dirty talk, I have no idea which part of my brain that came from 😄

Originally posted by pickeringgod

“Shawn, you’re too big! You’re not going to fit!” I laughed as he tried to squeeze into my bunk. There was barely room on the bloody things to begin with, let alone for two people. The only time we somewhat managed to successfully to fit both of us on a bed it nearly ended in a trip to A&E on my behalf.

“I’ve had a long day and want to cuddle.” He huffed, pulling himself up and into my bunk without doing too much damage. It was a very snug fit, with my back pressed against the wall of the bus and our bodies flush together. Even with us both fully dressed, I could feel everything.

“Hi,” I giggled when his nose bumped against mine, “This would be a lot easier if we were on the couch.”

“I’m here now,” He shrugged while awkwardly shifting so one arm was resting under my pillow, using his other to tuck my hair behind my ear. His voice was low as he spoke, his warm breath beating down against my lips, “You’re so pretty.”

I felt my face flare up to the colour of a tomato. My first instinct was to hide, but that was pretty much impossible. So, I just laid there, blushing like an idiot as his hand fell to my check, tracing along my jaw, neck, shoulder, until he found the bare strip of skin of my waist. Travelling along the edge of my shorts, the soft touches of his fingers sending shivers running up and down my back.

A smug smirk played lazily on his lips. He somehow found enough space to slip his leg between mine, our lips brushing as mine parted with a small gasp.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle?” My words were cut off by a pathetic excuse for a moan as he gripped my hips, pulling me ever so slightly against him. Even the smallest of movements sent sparks shooting through my body.

“I never said it had to be innocent.” Before I could say anything he distracted me, his lips barely brushing against mine, teasing me in a way that made me want to kiss him and also push him off the bed.

Every time I went to deepen the kiss him, he would move away or kiss my cheek or chin or anywhere that wasn’t my lips where I really craved his tough. His fingers dug deeper into my skin as he guided my movements on his thigh. And while it felt good, the awkward position wasn’t really helping.

With each movement, more and more heart flooded through my body. By some miracle on this Earth, I managed to flip Shawn onto his back and climb on top of him without either of us falling off the bunk or giving us a concussion. Stunned, he hardly had time to respond before I hungrily found his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind though, slipping his hand out from under the pillow to grip my hips, having full control over my movements. With one hand resting on his stomach for support, the other found his hair.  

Breathy gasps and whimpers broke the kiss, my head falling onto his shoulder, leaving pecks along his burning skin. Each time I moaned, I purposely did it just loud enough so only he could hear. This seemed to spur him on more, his hands moving to my butt, rocking me faster against him. The added friction of my shorts and his sweatpants making it a thousand times better.

“Do you like this, Baby?” He whispered, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear. The words shocked me, but the husky sound of his voice and almost desperate tone made me forget about the embarrassment, “Look at you, fucking my thigh. Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” I manged to choke out through breathy pants. His leg shifted, adding more pressure against my heat. That was enough to send me over, squeezing my eyes shut, my legs shaking as they clamped around his. I bit down on my lip, holding in some of the louder moans, only for a few smaller whimpers to escape. All the while, Shawn carried on whispering dirty words and thoughts to me until I finally fell limp against him.

He didn’t even try to hide how proud he was, his cheeky smile clearly evident as he brought our lips together lazily. Pulling away, he chuckled while pushing back the hair clinging to my sweaty forehead, which I like to point out was mainly due to how hot the bus got in the middle of summer.

“You’re the hottest tomato I’ve ever seen.” Rolling my eyes, we both laughed as I smacked his chest weakly. I went to climb off him, but he pulled me closer, my head resting on his chest as his fingers trailed under my shirt, running up and down the length of my back. It would have been a sweet moment, if I couldn’t feel the raging problem under his joggers pressing against my stomach.

An evil thought popped into my mind.

My hand moved to his stomach, innocently toyed with the hem of his shirt, giggling as he squirmed when I brushed against the sensitive skin around his V-line. I planted a kiss against his jaw, playfully biting as I hiked up his shirt just enough to reveal a small section of his tanned tummy. His eyes remained closed, even when I followed the subtle patch of hair below his waistband.

“Shit.” His eyes shot open as my hand met his length through the thin material of his boxers, his fingers automatically digging into the skin of my back. I continued with the light touches, enjoying Shawn’s reaction whenever I brushed close to the top. And he was doing well at holding in his moans, until I broke past the barrier, slipping my hand into his boxers.

“Seriously, you guys couldn’t wait an hour until we got to the hotel?” Geoff’s annoyed complaint caught me off guard, making me up, my head smacking harshly off the bunk above. My hand flew to the sore spot, only slightly grossed out when I realised where it had just been. No one was on the bus when I originally came on after the concert. They must have come on during our little fun time. Just the idea of someone perennially catching sent my heart off racing, a mixture of embarrassment, amusement and adrenaline fluttered around my stomach like butterflies. 

“Shut up, dude! Just because you can’t get laid!” Shawn called back teasingly. In the distance, I heard Geoff mumble a reply using a few choice words before the bus door slammed shut. Without another word, I hurried to straighten my clothes and hair to a somewhat presentable level before opening the curtain. I laughed at Shawn childish whine, his hands reaching out for me while I jumped off the bed.

“You can do it yourself, or you can wait until later,” I flashed him a sweet smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek, quickly jumping back and closing the curtain before he had a chance to do anything else. As I walked the small corridor, I came face to face with Brain who was struggling to hide his amusement.

“Have a nice ride?” He was in full blown hysterics when I told him to shut up before locking myself away in the tiny tour bus bathroom to clean up.

Imagine Dean Finding Your Sketchbook...

Word Count: Around 2500

Warnings: None other than fluff :)

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: This one really ran away from me, it was supposed to be kind of short…but enjoy! Maybe this will appease y’all while I work on the new part of Through the Flames

***This fic is pretty thrown together, I just wanted to give you guys something since it takes me such a long ass time to update

Summary: The reader has a sketchbook full of drawings of Dean. After a hunt, to the reader’s horror and embarrassment, she finds Dean with his nose in her sketchbook.

There was never much privacy in your life with the Winchesters. Every time you turned around one of them was always right there. On most days, that wasn’t a bad thing- especially on hunts. You knew they’d always have your back, that you were never alone. It was comforting really, comforting on those days that you needed someone when everything seemed to go wrong. Sam always had kind words of advice and assurance and Dean wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. You couldn’t help but love the fact that they were always there.

You also couldn’t help but hate the fact that they were always there. You’d started to develop a kind of sixth sense whenever one of them was nearby, you could just feel them lurking. It was more of Dean than anything, Sam knew enough to let you be.

Dean loved to hover. You decided that this was because he was such a mother hen, but you eventually came to another conclusion. Dean Winchester was sometimes too curious for your liking. You figured that at some point he’d learn his lesson because, as you had pointed out to him more than once- curiosity killed the cat.

As annoying as it could be at times, he wasn’t hurting anyone when he would lean over your shoulder to see what you were watching on Sam’s laptop. The one time he had followed you to yoga class to see where you’d been disappearing to all week wasn’t even that big of a deal either. Despite the fact that he could have just asked you, you dropped it and let him go with nothing more than a whack with your yoga mat.

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anonymous asked:

#knowyouraudience????? Like Sarah J Trash did when she and people like you promote hideous books to impressionable teenagers. You're all a joke.

[I try not to feed the trolls but this was a gift.]
Clearly, you’ve never been to my blog. Where I consistently and constructively criticize these books. In case no one ever explained it to you, it’s constructive criticism that gets heard and makes real changes. Not anonymous just-because-I-can hate.

“Like Sarah J Trash did when she and people like you promote hideous books to impressionable teenagers.”

Sorry, but have you ever been on the internet? Or turned on a TV? Or seen a movie? Or gone to Disney World/Land? Or seen a Disney princess movie? Or the cover of a magazine? Or watched a commercial? Or talked through the toy or clothing section of a Target or Walmart? Or sat in a high school classroom? Y/A books are the LEAST of your worries for “impressionable teenagers” of the world. (I could go for days in this topic on this.)

ALSO. DON’T BELITTLE TEENAGERS! Nothing is more annoying than old people, or “older” people, who think that teenagers (or people who are younger than them) are lesser, or somehow not capable of thinking for themselves. Being a teenager is ALL ABOUT learning to think for yourself. Teenagers are not idiots. Sure, at that age, hormones can get the best of you, and peer pressure is a dick—but teenagers are smart, and feeling, and brilliant, and artistic, and thinking about the world and life and what it all means and how we mediate it. And we have teenagers to thank for changing how we think about gender and sexuality. Sure adults helped, but it was these “impressionable teenagers” you’re so worried about who refused to back down and shut up when no one was listening to the problems they (very uniquely) could see.

“You’re all a joke.”
No seriously. You’re the joke because you left this comment anonymously. And your didn’t even #KnowYourAudience. And then you belittled teenagers as if we shouldn’t allow them to be exposed to differing ideas, and decide for themselves, to agree or disagree or fall somewhere in between, or to form their own opinions.

Come on.

The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.


Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 


(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )


Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼


Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh

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I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”

“Beth-”

“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Fuck.”

The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

A Couple Minutes- King George III X Reader

request from anon:  no King George? :c Still a great blog though! Keep up the good work! Love your blog

a/n: thank you ???



You felt someone tap your shoulder and you turned around, ready to smile and nod and engage in yet another conversation with either a foreign diplomat, another White House employee, or someone else that was connected to politics in someway.

This was the second inaugural ball you had attended for the night and people were eager to meet you, since you were the White House press secretary for President Washington’s first four year term, and with him winning the election again, his second four year term as well.

You smiled as you saw British Ambassador to the U.S, George Frederick the third - better known to the White House staff as King George the third.

“Mr. Frederick, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You smiled.

“Please, call me George. But since you asked, isn’t this your tenth inaugural ball you’ve attended this evening?” He joked and you laughed.

“It feels like it but the reporters will not be happy if I can’t give them every single detail from every ball.”

“Isn’t that the president’s or the first lady’s job?”

“Would you like to tell them that?"He laughed and shook his head.

"Can I offer you another drink?” He asked as he signaled the bartender and you shook your head.

“Like I said, if I am going to be asked about all ten inaugural balls I am going to have to attend, I need to be fully present here and not have a hangover tomorrow.

"He smiled, ordering another drink.

"It’s for me, don’t worry. The press are going to be asking about the hungover British ambassador tomorrow.”

“Just don’t do anything that’ll make my job harder.”

“Such as flirting with you?”

“Ha! I can see the headline already. White House Press Secretary and British Ambassador: Close Friends or More?”

He smiled charmingly and he took your hand in his.

“I imagine the president wouldn’t be too pleased that they are focusing on his press secretary rather than his foreign policy.”

You pulled your hand away.

“You are quite correct.”

You felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked at the secret service man.

“The president is moving to the third ball of the night, should I arrange transport for you as well?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Of course." You turned back towards the British Ambassador, only to see that he had left, presumably to go talk with other foreign diplomats. 

 You started walking out of the building before you heard someone call your name.

You turned around and you saw George there, pushing through politicians to get to you.

"So much for not making a scene.” You joked.

“I’m sorry but… can’t the First Lady tell the press how the inaugural balls are- or isn’t there reporters here?” He asked.

“In all honesty, I’m just moral support for the chief of staff, who is currently fighting with the secretary of the treasury. I can’t have them trash talking each other in the press because that would most likely result in the vacancy of two positions or the murder of one and the other in jail. Speaking of, the treasury secretary is motioning me over so I hate to cut this short.” You told him, taking a deep breath and then you made your way over to Alexander Hamilton.

“If you called me over to ask me to help hide Burr’s body, the answer is no." 

"I’ll keep that in mind but seriously? King George?” He made a face, laughing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said firmly. 

“You like him!”“Shut up, there are press practically crawling around here.”

“So it’s true?”

“Oh shut up I didn’t tease you when you met Eliza.”

“Yes you did.” Eliza reminded you and you shushed her playfully.

“And here I was hoping you both had forgotten.”

“Hardly. But now that you’re in love-”

“I’m not in love.”

“-we can tease you about it.” He finished, smirking.

“We’ve only talked for a couple minutes.”

“That’s what I told you when I met Eliza, isn’t it? We only talked a couple minutes.”


You stormed into the conference room and you shut the door, glaring at Alex.

Everyone in the meeting was staring at you and Alex looked like he didn’t know what he did to warrant this level of anger.

“Everyone except Hamilton, out.” You said through gritted teeth. Hamilton nodded and dismissed everyone.

Once everyone was out and the door was shut, you turned on him.

“What did I do?” He asked you and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Apparently, Maria Reynolds. And I had to find out from the press.” You shook your head in disbelief.

He paled.

“She-”

“She came forward to the press. And they bombarded me with questions. I learned that my best friends husband had an affair because of the press. You have a son!” You hissed and he applied pressure to his temple.

“I need to talk to Eliza.”

“Do you want a career in politics when this is over? Because you made a choice by not telling her right away. You have to talk to the press if you want a chance at ever having a career in politics. We would need to start congressional hearings to make sure that you aren’t guilty of embezzlement-  they already found out that you paid her husband so that he wouldn’t tell your wife and you could keep on having sex with her.”

“How can you spin this?”

“You want me to spin the story so she’s the villain?”

“We were just talking for a couple minutes and then-”

“No. I’m not slutshaming her and believe me if I didn’t care at all about my job, I would be slutshaming you. I’m not your friend right now but I could be so much worse of an enemy.”

“And I am one of your superior’s. Spin the story or I want your letter of resignation on my desk by tomorrow. Clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good, now go home. I can handle this.”

You stormed angrily out of the conference room and you went over to the British embassy, knocking on George’s door.

George let you in and he watched you sit down on the couch and slump over.

“Bad day?”

“Hamilton- ha! He has the nerve to ask me to spin a story to slutshame someone who probably doesn’t even deserve it!”

He turned on the TV and he changed the channel from the news, which was reporting on the lawn of the Reynold’s home to Doctor Who. 

You rested your head on his shoulder.

“He wants me to spin the story or to quit.”

“What are you leaning towards?” He asked gently.

“Quitting.”

“We could move to England together. We could have a life together, if you would want that.” He looked at you expectantly and it took you a moment to realize he was actually asking.

You thought of everyone here, everyone you would be leaving behind but for someone that you loved. For someone that loved you. You thought of the president, him urging you to find and sit under your own vine and fig tree. You thought of Angelica, her exclaiming that this is your chance at happiness and she’ll be damned if you don’t take it.

You thought of Alexander and the mess he made.

The mess you needed to clean up, not for Alexander.

No, not for him.

But for Eliza, Maria, Angelica and the President. 

“Not yet." 

Sleep in my sweater P7

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Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, Dean, nurses, reader
Warnings: light swearing, angst, fluff, hurt!sam, hurt!reader, mention of drugs
Word count: around 1,000
Summary: After kissing Sam, the reader finds out it might not have been what he actually wanted. 
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Ryou has always been intrigued by Marik and wouldn’t mind getting lost in his eyes. But something about them was…off. As though the life were missing from them. 

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The Party - Part Six

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Summary: Your boss asks questions, and you get a long weekend to go and see Jared.

Words: 1,081

Jared x Reader

Warnings: Mildly smutty conversation (not dirty-talk)

Your name: submit What is this?

You’d been back at work for three weeks before you managed to get time off to go and visit Jared in Vancouver. The two of you had texted back and forth almost every day, and all of your colleagues had noticed the change in your demeanour.

“Why so chipper, Y/N?” your boss asked, grinning across her desk at you.

You shrugged at her, smiling, “Just feeling really good after Christmas.”

She nodded, knowingly, “So this has nothing to do with the mystery guy who’s making you grin at your phone all the time?”

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I’m Not Drunk Now

“Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey!” Caspar calls out, jumping onto the bed beside Joe who groans and shoves him away.

“Piss off.”

“Come on, Joe. Y/N’s already awake! Time for you to get up!”

“I don’t wanna…” Joe grumbles, shoving his face into the pillow, his head pounding.

“She’s making breakfast.” Caspar pokes Joe in the side, grinning.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Joe finally replies, lifting his head. “Now get out.”

“This is my place!”

“And you invited me as your guest, now get out!” He shoves Caspar again, who laughs and rolls out of bed, practically bouncing out of the room. Joe shakes his head, unsure how his best mate has so much energy after last night.

Caspar had invited Y/N and Joe over to hang out, and then there was drinking involved, and rather than stumbling home at a time entirely too late to head home, Caspar had told them to just crash.


Running a hand down his face, Joe tries to remember what happened last night, but it’s all a blur and jumble in his head. Plus the smell of bacon being cooked in the kitchen was distracting him.

He knew how good of a breakfast Y/N could cook. Which is why he slips out of bed, grabbing the hoodie he had tossed on the ground, and makes his way down the hallway.

Caspar is rambling on excitedly about pointless nothings, while Y/N stands behind the stove, nodding at his words as she pushes the eggs around the pan.

“Morning.” Joe mumbles, nodding at her. She lifts her eyes to smile over at him, and he notices the tiredness in her eyes as well.

“Good morning. How you feeling?” She asks, pushing some pills and a bottle of water over to him.

“Like shit. You?”

“Bout the same.”

“Really?” Caspar joins in, glancing between the two. “I feel great!”

They both wince at his volume, and Joe lifts a hand to his head.

“Can we talk a little quieter, bud?”

“Sorry.”

“Did you even drink that much last night?” Y/N asks Caspar, who shakes his head.

“Not compared to you two.”

“Why did we drink that much anyways?” Joe whines, pulling the hood up and over his head. “I can’t remember anything.”

“You remember nothing?” He looks over at Y/N, her eyes staring into his.

“I remember taking shots…but that’s it.” His answer causes something to flash in her eyes, but she nods and lowers her gaze to the food she’s cooking.

“Breakfast is almost ready. Caspar, can you grab some plates?”

Joe frowns at the sudden change in her voice, but shakes it off, reminding himself that she’s hungover like him as well.


Except through all of breakfast Y/N is silent, and Joe is very aware of it. She barely touches her food, mostly pushing it around. When she smiles at the jokes Caspar makes, it doesn’t reach her eyes, and she seems distracted.

Both boys attempt to engage her in the conversation, but she gives short answers, and when her answer is directed at Joe, it’s bitter sounding, which only confuses his hungover mind.

Caspar volunteers himself and Joe for cleaning up while Y/N disappears into the guest bathroom, deciding to take a shower.


“What’s going on?” Caspar spins around to face Joe as soon as the door to the bathroom shuts. “What did you do to Y/N?”

“Huh?” Joe asks, bringing the plates to the sink. “Mate, you’ve been with me since I first saw her this morning. I have no idea what’s happened.”

When the other man remains silent, Joe looks over at him, blinking at the intense stare.

“Caspar…just say whatever it is you have to say.”

“You seriously don’t remember last night?”

“No. Why?”

Shaking his head, Caspar disappears for a moment, leaving Joe with the dirty dishes.

“Alright then…” He mumbles, turning the water on. He’s barely got the first dish rinsed when Caspar appears again, Joe’s vlogging camera in hand.

“I know it’s on here somewhere..it was towards the end of the night…” Caspar mumbles to himself.

“Did you vlog with my camera last night?”

“No, you did.”

“I drunk vlogged? Oh, this ought to be good.”

“Just watch this.” Caspar thrusts Joe’s camera into his face, a clip paused. Taking it hesitantly, Joe steps back to lean against the counter, hitting the button to play the clip.

He watches the room spin around before his and Y/N’s face appears on the screen.

There is some drunk rambling, most incoherent, before the conversation changes.

“Guess who I’m with!” Joe flinches at his slurred words, knowing already that this will never find the internet. “The best person in the entire world, Y/N!”

“Yay!” Y/N on the screen throws her arms in the air, a large grin on her face. Both of their faces are flushed red, probably a result of the alcohol and whatever antics they had gotten up too.

“Do you know what?” Joe on the screen turns to face her, the camera pointed too high, but their faces remain just in shot.

“No. What?” He watches as she leans in close, her face intently looking at his, all her drunken focus on him.

“I have a secret.” The drunk Joe on the screen grins while the hungover Joe watching tightens his grip on the camera.

“Oooh, do tell!” The Y/N on the screen moves closer, giggling as she stumbles, but her hands rest on Joe’s arms, steadying herself.

“You can’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay.” The drunk Joe nods then surges forward, his lips colliding with Y/N’s.

The Joe watching feels his heart stop for a moment.

Shit.


But he can’t tear his eyes away from the screen, and he watches as his drunk self pulls back, watches as Y/N’s eyes flutter open.

“I think I love you.” His words are still slurred, but they sound sincere.

The clip ends there, and Joe blinks at the screen, waiting for more to start. But there’s nothing.

Finally, he lifts his gaze to look at Caspar, who’s still standing there watching him.

“Did that really happen?”

“Yes.”

Except the answer doesn’t come from Caspar, but instead the woman standing at the entrance of the kitchen, her hair still wet, one of Joe’s shirts hanging off her shoulders.

“I think I’ll just go check some emails…” Caspar looks between the two before slipping past Y/N, making his way down the hall.

They both stand there, even after the sound of Caspar’s bedroom door clicking shut echoes around them.

“Did you mean it?” She blurts, her arms wrapping around herself.

Nervous. She does that when she’s nervous. Joe thinks as he pushes himself off the counter.

He puts the camera down as he crosses the room, stopping in front of her.

“Yes.” He answers honestly, eyes searching hers. Because the clip ended before he discovered what her answer was. And he needed to know.

“It wasn’t just drunk you?” Y/N asks, her voice soft.

“I’m not drunk now.” Joe replies, lifting a hand to brush across her cheek before he lowers his head, kissing her softly.

As he pulls back, her lips chase his, and he chuckles softly.

“Well, then in that case…” She smiles up at him, her arms slipping around him. “I think I love you too.”

The Key is Positivity (Klance Fic)

Pairing: Keith/Lance (Klance)
Rating: T (Panic Attack)
Word Count: 3348

**********

“So does this mean you have super powers?”

Keith looked down at where Lance had his head resting on his lap because no amount of Keith shoving him could get the other boy to stop doing it. “What are you talking about?”

“Well you’re part alien and if comics taught me anything, that means you’ve got to have some super human abilities.”

“Comics?”

“Yeah. How do you not know what comic books are?”

“I know what they are. I’m just confused why you’re using them as a basis for real life situations.”

“It’s not like I have anything else to go off of! Come on, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t be cool to have powers like Superman or-”

“Wasn’t Superman all alien?”

“That’s…” Lance glared angrily at the ceiling once he realized Keith was actually right about something pop culture related. “What about Star-Lord or Captain Marvel or-”

“I get the point and I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“So?”

“So what, Lance?”

“Do you have any enhanced abilities or super powers because you’re part alien?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

A huge grin spread across Lance’s face like a cat that caught the canary and Keith seriously debated smothering that look away. “It’s important for the team that we know that answer. Battle strategies and all that.”

“Fine. If it will actually get you to shut up about it, let’s do it.”

“Do what?”

“Figure out whether I have abilities or whatever you want to call them.”

“Super powers.”

“No.” When Lance opened his mouth to argue, Keith quickly pushed himself off the couch so Lance fell to the floor with an impressive thud. “Are you coming? I do actually have things I need to do today that don’t include humoring you.”

“Where are we going?”

“The training room. Where else would we go to figure it out?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you would actually agree to do this.”

“Good to know you really thought this one through.”

“Same amount of thought that goes into your plans. See enemy, attack enemy.”

Keith stopped walking so suddenly that Lance collided straight into his back and nearly lost his balance. “I’m about to attack someone.”

“I’m going to tell Shiro on you.”

“You won’t get the chance.”

“You don’t mean that. Do you? Keith?” The pitch of Lance’s voice raised just a little higher as Keith continued on his way to the training room without bothering to answer. “Keith?”

**********

“This is ridiculous. I didn’t magically develop the ability to see through things and I’m pretty sure the Galra can’t even do that.”

“I know that.”

“Then why am I wearing a blindfold?”

“I’m going to throw things at you and see if you can hit them.”

The blindfold blocked Lance’s view of Keith’s eyes narrowing in response to Lance’s blasé statement. “You’re just taking this as an opportunity to hit me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t accidentally hit you on purpose in months. I just want to see if you’ve got freaky abilities that you didn’t know about before. Now get your sword up.”

“I’m seriously questioning my decision to agree to this.”

“Too late!”

The sound of something cutting through the air was the only warning Keith got that something would soon be hitting his face. On instinct, he brought his sword up to deflect whatever it was like he would deflect a blow from an opponent. Whatever the thing was knocked against the blade and fell to the floor at Keith’s feet. Keith could practically hear the sound of Lance’s jaw dropping in shock before he started spluttering.

“How did you do that?”

“Heard it.”

“No way. That’s not even possible.”

“Your other senses get heightened when you take one away. My hearing is just compensating for my loss of vision.”

“Not that well, that quickly.” The sound of things banging around then Lance letting out a triumphant sound reached Keith’s ears. “There’s an easy way to test this. I’ll just move around randomly throwing things at you and we’ll see just how good your hearing is.”

“Fine.”

Keith gripped the hilt of his sword tighter as he listened carefully to the sound of Lance moving around him in a circle. When he finally tossed another object at him, it came from the back on his left side so he had to twist his body around to block it. The next one came much quicker from the same direction he had been facing before and made a sharp sound when it met his blade. Three more were easily deflected off his blade in quick succession without Keith even having to think about what he was doing.

The moment the fifth one clinked off his blade Keith moved the blade to point at where he knew Lance was now standing and removed the blindfold. A dumbfounded expression was plastered on Lance’s face as he stared unblinkingly at Keith with wide eyes. The objects he still had cradled in the crook of his left arm fell to the floor and scattered across the ground. He finally managed to close his mouth with a sharp snap, but continued to stare at Keith like he didn’t quite understand what he was looking at.

“My hearing might be a little better than a normal humans.”

“Might be? Might be! No human would be able to do that without tons of training and they still might not be able to do it. That was insane.”

“What good is it going to do in combat? So I can hear things better. Who cares?”

A bunch of indiscernible noises came out of Lance’s mouth that vaguely reminded Keith of a strange cat he used to feed. “There’s plenty of situations it could help! If you have to fight in the dark or we need to hear what someone’s saying, but we can’t risk getting closer. I’m sure Shiro could think of more.”

“Okay, it might be helpful sometimes. It won’t when we’re flying or using Voltron.”

“I’m glad you mentioned that.”

“What now?”

“Well the advanced hearing is great and everything, but that doesn’t account for how fast you were able to react.”

“It was just instinct. Even you have enough instinct to keep something from hitting you.”

“Doesn’t mean you’d be able to react in time.”

“I’m going to regret asking this, but what do you exactly plan on doing to test my reflexes.”

“We’re going to need Shiro.”

“Whatever you’ve got in mind, he won’t agree to.” Keith let out a heavy sigh at the excited grin Lance had on his face. “Stop smiling and go get him. Remember I have-”

“Things to do today like brooding and glowering. I get it.”

**********

Somehow Lance managed to get not only Shiro to come to the training room, but all the other occupants of the castle except for Coran. The excited way Allura and Pidge were talking together had Keith wishing he had refused to humor Lance and done anything else instead. Not even the friendly thumbs up Hunk sent him made Keith feel any better about what was about to happen. He was so distracted by Pidge and Allura he didn’t notice Shiro coming over to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” The hand on Keith’s shoulder gave a gentle squeeze then dropped down to Shiro’s side. “We understand if you’re still having trouble adjusting. No one would think any less of you.”

“Really, I’m fine. I’m still me, right?”

“Right. Lance mentioned something about you having enhanced hearing.”

“He threw things at me while I was blindfolded.”

“That was mentioned, too. It’s good to know though. It could prove useful in the future.”

Keith nodded his head in acknowledgement and turned his attention back to where Allura and Pidge were messing with some sort of Altean technology Keith hadn’t seen before. “Do you have any idea what they’re doing?”

“Allura mentioned they had a device they would use for similar purposes that Pidge could fix up to do what we need. It might take a few minutes. Perfect time for us to talk.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I was wondering what’s going on between you and Lance. You’ve been… closer since we found out.”

“We’re friends. I guess.”

“Just friends?” Something about Shiro’s casual tone had Keith turning to look at the older Paladin and was confused to see a knowing smile on his face.

“What else would we be? Best friends?”

“Nothing. I was just curious. I am glad the two of you are friends. It will be good for the team dynamic.”

“Right.”

“Looks like they’re done. What will we be doing?”

Pidge moved her attention from the laptop in front of her to Shiro and Keith with an excited gleam in her eyes. “This little device is going to fly around shooting little energy bursts at you that you’ll have to block or dodge. It’ll gradually increase in difficulty every minute. Whoever gets to a higher level has faster reflexes.”

“Sounds simple enough. I’ll go first.”

After grabbing a practice shield and sword, Shiro took a defensive stance in the middle of the room with his eyes focused on the little robot. The robot started shooting energy bursts at Shiro with plenty of time in between each one for Shiro to prepare for the next one. Slowly the speed of the shots increased until they could barely be seen before Shiro was blocking them. It didn’t take much longer for Shiro to get hit in the chest by a shot he couldn’t get his shield up in time to block.

“You’re up, Keith.”

Keith took a deep breath as he readied himself for the small to devices to take its first shot at him. All his focus narrowed in on the device until he completely forgot about the others still in the room with him. His eyes stayed trained on the device as it flitted around in the air trying to catch him off guard. By the time it finally managed to succeed with a well-aimed energy burst to his weaker side, Keith was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Every muscle in his body ached, but he still felt like he could have gone a little longer and worked a little harder.

“That was truly incredible.” Allura’s bright eyes were totally zoned in on Keith along with an absolutely radiant smile meant all for him. “It has been a long time since I have seen such a fine display. Very impressive.”

“Thanks. What was my time?”

Pidge pushed her glasses up her nose and held her hand up for the little robot to rest down on instead of zooming spastically around her. “You lasted three minutes longer than Shiro. Lance was right. Your reflexes are quite a bit faster than a regular human’s reflexes. It’s not surprising you never noticed. There aren’t many situations you would need to be that quick for and even if you did, it would just seem normal to you.”

“Is there anything else that might be different?”

“Well the Garrison makes all their pilots take vision tests so if there was anything different about that, you would already know. We’ve all seen how much you train so we know you have great endurance, which might have something to do with the Galra part of you, but we wouldn’t know unless we had data of humans at peak endurance levels and we don’t. We can only use Shiro as a comparison for so much. Your strength seems pretty normal for a person of your size and built, but I could be wrong. What do you think, Shiro?”

“I think your right. His strength isn’t greater than it should be.”

“So I have enhanced hearing, reflexes, and maybe endurance.”

“Not really surprising considering the Galra are a militant race. They’ve trained their kind for centuries to be excellent soldiers and all those things would help reach that goal. I may be a tech person, but even I can appreciate how incredible biology can be.”

“Yeah, incredible.”

“You know, I should be getting back to work. Things to do. Hunk, you coming?” The speed that Pidge managed to bounce up with her laptop in her arms surprised Keith and had him opening his mouth to ask about her sudden change in topic, but she was already dragging Hunk out of the training room.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing. Allura and I need to go talk strategy about the next mission. Do you need anything before we go?”

“No.”

Shiro reached up to ruffle Keith’s hair fondly before he followed Allura out of the training room, leaving Keith alone with Lance again. Suddenly the shield and sword he was still holding felt unbelievably heavy and Keith found himself letting them fall to the floor at his feet. He became acutely aware of his hands shaking violently at his sides and no amount of clenching made them stop. The feeling of his legs giving out took him by surprise so his knees ended up slamming painfully against the ground.

Everything around him began to blur and dark spots started to dance around his vision where there hadn’t been any before. The realization of how out of control Keith was in his own body made him feel helpless and scared as his vision got darker and darker. His own breathing was so loud he couldn’t hear all the ambient noise he had become used to since he started living at the castle. It was all too much and Keith had no idea how to make any of it stop.

The feeling of warm pressure on his cheeks broke through the isolation his body had been sinking into and reminded Keith that someone was still there. That simple reminder seemed to be enough for his body to decide to calm back down until he could hear again. The buzz of electronics, the whoosh of air being supplied to the room so they could breath, the sound of someone singing something in a language Keith didn’t understand. Being able to hear again bled into slowly being able to see everything around him once more. First in blurs, then back to the clarity Keith was used to.

“Lance.”

The warm hands on Keith’s face pulled away, but were quickly replaced by strong arms wrapped around his waist instead so their bodies were nearly pressed chest to chest. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just a panic attack. It’s going away. Everything’s fine.”

“I-”

Something about the certainty in Lance’s eyes made Keith feel reassured and let him feel safe enough to let his exhausted body fall completely into Lance’s body. Tears started to pour down Keith’s face and dampened the soft fabric his face was resting on. His body shook uncontrollably, but he didn’t feel everything fading away from him like he had early and he felt grateful for that. It’d been a long time since he’d felt utterly exhausted and he was sure he would pass out if the same thing happened a second time.

Gradually the tears slowed down until he was no longer crying and his body stopped shaking so he was completely still for the first time in what felt like hours. The hands that had been steadily rubbing up and down his back stilled then dropped back down to Keith’s waist. Lance tried to lean his body away, but Keith just tightened the hold his hands had on his chest until he stopped. One of Lance’s hands came up to push his hair out of his face, but he didn’t try to move him again.

“How did you know to do that?”

“One of my little sister had really bad anxiety. We didn’t realize how bad it was until one day when we were at the beach. It was just the two of us. I went to get some water to put in the moat we made for our sandcastle and these boys decided to pick on her. New people always made her nervous and them picking on her only made things worse. It was all too much and she had a panic attack. I had no idea what to do. I was like nine or ten at the time. I’ve never felt more helpless than I had that day. Luckily, a young couple noticed what was happening. The girl was studying to be a psychologist so she knew what was happening and helped me calm my sister down.” The fingers on Keith’s waist dug in a little harder and Lance’s head dropped sideway onto Keith’s own. “After that, I made sure I knew exactly what to do. I wanted to be sure I would be able to help my sister if it ever happened again.”

“Thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

“I felt completely useless. It was like I was trapped in my own body and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Makes sense.”

Keith pulled his head back just enough that he would be able to look Lance in the eyes. “Why? This has never happened before. I’ve… I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

“My sister told me that’s how she would feel during panic attacks. Completely helpless to do anything to stop it once it started and it only ever happened to her when she felt that way. When those boys were picking on her, she felt out of control and every panic attack she’s had since then has been because she felt utterly helpless. You’ve just found out you’re part alien. Panic is a better response to that than a lot of the alternatives.”

“I’ve been this way my whole life, but for some reason it feels like everything’s changed. In my mind I know it really hasn’t, but knowing just makes it different.”

“Not to me. I still hate you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Got you to smile.”

“No, it didn’t.” Keith tucked his head back down against Lance’s neck so the other Paladin couldn’t see the small smile on his face. “What if we find out there are other things different about me? Things that make me dangerous.”

“We’ll have Hunk hug it out of you or his girlfriend. Shea might actually be better at hugging it out of you.”

“She’s not his girlfriend. He just admires her very much.”

A cut off snort was buried in Keith’s hair as Lance’s body shook with laughter that made Keith’s body move with him. “No one believes that and no one cares he’s got an alien girlfriend. Just like no one cares you’re part Galra. Although, it does explain the mullet. Only the Galra would think that’s a good look.”

“At least I don’t wear an ugly, puke colored hoodie jacket.”

“What? My jacket is awesome! Yours isn’t even a full jacket. Who wears half jackets? Losers named Keith that’s who and don’t get me started on the stupid gloves.”

“The gloves are to prevent blisters!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to wear them all the time! Do you even wash them?”

“I’m not an animal, unlike you when you eat. Pigs have more manners than you.” Keith felt a pleasant hum through his body at the familiar teasing that made him feel more normal than he had in days. It reminded him of the night he found out and Lance had come to his room to comfort him so he didn’t feel alone. Their bantering back and forth had done the same thing then that it did now. There was something about their exchanges that made Keith feel at ease and less like the walls were closing in on him. It made the future seem brighter than what Keith imagined when he was left alone with his thoughts. Like he would be able to get through the struggle of coming to terms with this new part of him and come out on the other side better for having done so.

anonymous asked:

I had a really bad winter with horrible anxiety and nerve endings single handedly got me thru it by making me feel less alone. The idea that you could ever get hate seriously offends me and I want to fight someone for you. You have some of us a voice and a character to connect with when we were lonely so please don't listen to any hate. Your fics mean so much.

Originally posted by sinuyasha

I don’t even know what to say!  I’m…just overjoyed that NE helped you get through one of the anxiety storms (i know them well), and I really appreciate your support, my friend!  Thank you so very much <3  Means so much!

Ways to know you're too tired to be on the internet

1: keep mistyping words.

2: can’t form coherent sentences while speaking (let alone typing, leading to #1)

3: you see something crawling on your bed through the corner of your eye, and when you look at it directly it’s gone. It wasn’t even there in the first place.

4: seriously though I need autocorrect to spell right now.

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Character thingy: The tod :p

First impression: Why is this fox so popular? I mean, he seems very stereotypical and stuff, why do y'all like him so-(hears his voice) Oh my God?? I’m in love???
Current impression: Heart still goes boom kinda tbh. Even more now that I know how flippin nice he can be sweet Lord
Favorite Moment: That one part when he puts down Rowf and says why he needs to just shut up and trust him. Or when he watches the sea with Snitter.
Idea for a story: Have you seen my blog as of like September because. But seriously, one of my favorite ideas is him comforting Snitter from a nightmare or further assuring a guilt - ridden Rowf.
Unpopular opinion: His accent isn’t that hard to understand, actually.
Favorite relationship: With Snitter. He knows how to handle the depressed puppo well. And Snitter loves him too much I can’t deal with how pure it is
Favorite headcanon: Again, which one? For this one, I’ll say that he was probably the closest of the litter to his mam and adopted a lot of her sayings, songs, mannerisms, etc. Except for liking physical humor or pranks. She didn’t think it was that funny, really.

manorabrucelee replied to your post “I complain a lot about Indian accents because bad phone connection +…”

I feel your pain. I’m not a native speaker so I always think the issue is with me. Then I heard accents all over the US and UK and I was like “ Are you all sure you’re talking English and not just making up words as you go?”.

This is also the worst when you compare cinema and television. I generally have no problem understanding spoken English in cinema, but when watching American television I seriously need subtitles or I have no goddamn idea what’s going on. Not only that they have the seriously annoying habit of NEVER SHUTTING THE FUCK UP (American television is probably the most stressful experience that I’ve ever had), a lot of people honestly seem to be making noises that only have a faint resemblance to the language I consider to be “English.”

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“You can’t really be surprised to see me here, can you? You are. Ok, well, guess you’re not as bright as I thought. Which sucks because I’m pretty sure you’re the smartest person I know. I also know the Winchesters, so that’s not a stretch.

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Dammit Caspar//Joe Sugg

Requested by anon:

Could you do a Joe Sugg one where he keeps trying to tell you that he likes you but Caspar keeps interrupting? Really enjoy your writing xxx

Thank you so much! It really means a lot because I love writing. I really hope this is okay, thank you for requesting. xxx

Staying in the Jaspar household was always fun, however it could be hard work from time to time. Sometimes you felt like a mother with two young children, and it made you laugh that although the two of then came across as down right ‘lads’ they really were like kids.

You were staying in London with them for a few days, as you hadn’t seen them since you’d visited playlist live, so they invited you over to do some filming and just have a bit of fun. You didn’t like to admit it to anyone, but you’d had a major crush on Joe since the day you first met him, and that crush only increased. You always tried to imagine a situation where the two of you were together, but whenever you pictured it, you didn’t think Joe had mutual feelings, so you just carried on being one of his best friends.

“Are we in shot?” You asked Caspar, as he lined up the camera for the collab that yourself and Joe were just about to film. “Yeah you are.” The two of you were just about to film the 'Stuff your mouth challenge' for your channel, and then the 'yoga challenge’ for Joe’s channel. “Oh Caspar do us a favour mate.” Caspar sighed and I chuckled. “What now Joe?” He fake shouted.

“Please could you go and get the marshmallows from upstairs.” Caspar rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

Once Caspar had left the room, Joe turned to you. “Y/N can we talk.” He sounded very serious. 'Oh god. This is it, he doesn’t want to know me anymore does he.’ You thought to yourself, but then realised that you were probably over exaggerating. “I’m going to have to make this quick, but, when we met 3 years ago..” He paused, and shuffled a bit closer to you on the bed. You nodded for him to continue. “Well you-”

Joe was then cut off as Caspar burst through the door with 5 bags of marshmallows in his arms. “Who ordered marshmallows?” He yelled, dumping them down in front of you. Joe let out a bit of a sigh, then quickly recovered, and the two of you began the video. However, the whole time, the thought was playing over in your mind. What did Joe want to tell you?

“Hey Y/N.” Joe said, jogging up the stairs, and grabbing a drink from the fridge before sitting down beside you on the sofa. “Hey Joseph.” You joked, using his full name. It was the day after you filmed, and you still hadn’t asked Joe what he’d wanted to tell you. "So what did you want to tell me earlier?“ You asked, deciding you wanted to know. "Oh yeah.” Joe said, rubbing his hands together in a nervous manner. “That." You nodded your head and he shuffled closer.

"Well in the 3 years that I’ve known you, I feel as though we have this sort of connection. I just wanted to let you know that-”

“Hey Joe have you seen my vlogging camera?” Caspar asked walking up the stairs. 'Dammit Caspar’  you thought, and Joe must have thought the same, as he let out another exaggerated sigh. “You left it downstairs in my room.” Joe told Caspar. “Thanks.” He mumbled in reply, walking slowly down the stairs.

“So you were saying…” you encouraged, and Joe caught on.

“Oh..” He began. “I was saying that I think I-”

“Joe I found it.” Caspar said walking up the stairs again. Is this a prank?

“Okay.” Joe replied sounded slightly agitated.

“Well I’m going to run down to starbucks, do you want anything?”

“No I’m good thanks, see ya Casp." You replied, and with that Caspar walked out of the door.

Joe took a deep breath and began to speak again. "Y/N I’m going to make this as quick as possible-”

“Oh my god did I leave my bra on the bathroom floor or something?" You questioned, covering you mouth in fear that you’d done something wrong.

"No.” Joe spoke. “What?” He looked utterly confused at what you’d just said.

“Never mind, carry on." You laughed, and blushed slightly.

"Right I was saying, I like-”

And just at that moment the door opened yet again. “Forgot my wallet.”

“CASPAR!” You and Joe both grunted in unison, obviously just as annoyed as each other.

“What have I done now?” He asked looking totally dumbfounded.

“Nothing, just go to starbucks.” Joe replied running a hand through his hair. Caspar looked genuinely terrified, as he picked his wallet up off the table and backed out of the door.

“RightIWasSayingThatIActuallyReallyLikeYouAndIWasn'tSureIfYouFeltTheSameWay,SoIWasReallyNervousButIFeelLikeWeHaveThisSortOfConnectionButIt'sTotallyFineIfYouDon'tFeelTheSameWa-”

You cut him off by pressing lips to his, completely overwhelmed by what you’d just heard. It took Joe only a second to kiss back, and You almost felt like you were floating on a big fluffy pink cloud of happiness. You placed your hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. “Shut up Joe.” You giggled, your lips still attached. He chuckled in return and placed his hands on your hips. When you eventually pulled away, the two of you were short of breath. “Wow.” You whispered.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Joe smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “Trust me, I know the feeling.”

“AWWWW! Caspar said bursting through the door. Seriously? "Sorry.” He said, after seeing your faces of disbelief, and exited once again. You both looked at each other and burst into laughter then.

“So I guess that’s a yes.” Joe stated out of the blue.

“To what?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Being my girlfriend.”

“Definitely.” You smiled, and pressed your lips to his one more time.

 

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget to send me requests. xx

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“Unbreakable” Michael Elgin Vs. Brodie Lee
C*4 Crossing the Line III
[June 12th, 2010]

This match is a match that deserves to be etched into stone. Typing it, writing it, printing it almost doesn’t do it justice. These two men, Brodie Lee and Michael Elgin, are two of my favorite wrestlers and two of the toughest, stiffest, most badass wrestlers in the game. When I saw that they had a match against each other, I’m sure something inhuman escaped my lips. This is a dream match as Elgin and Lee (Harper) are two of my favorite wrestlers in the sport today.

It doesn’t disappoint. It doesn’t let anyone down at all, both live and at home, and honestly, it’s a shocker that this match is as good as it is without the building having thousands in attendance. I feel like if a part 2 ever happened in C*4, there would have been more people there. Watch this match if you want to see Brodie Lee (Luke Harper of the Wyatt Family) do a hurricanrana. Seriously. That happens. Also, as if that isn’t enough, Elgin deadlifts Brodie Lee off of his back to give him a powerbomb. Legitimately, this is one of the best matches that I’ve seen and I have no idea why it isn’t more well-known.

Though it has very little to do with the match, when Brodie Lee steps out to tell a fan to shut up, I get so friggin’ hype. I use to be one of those “yell stuff” fans but I realize now how irritating as shit I had to have been. Don’t let that minor detail derail you, this is a very serious match and both guys bust their asses to make sure it’s great. And, it is. It really, really is.