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we’ll go down in history

Pairing: Akashi Seijuro/Kuroko Tetsuya

Rating: G

college au where Kuroko is a history major, written for pyunsukee​ as a congratulations gift! <3 

Words: 1980  | AO3

It’s May 22nd and apparently an important date for Kuroko. (He doesn’t know that yet, though. Also, was Akashi Seijuro always in his history class?) 

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“Kiss me” (Michael)

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ultraunicornsarethebeststuff said: “PLEASE PLEASEEE DO ONE WHERE YOURE FIGHTING WITH MICHAEL AND YOU TRY TO SLAP HIM AND HE STOPS YOU AND YOU MOVE YOUR OTHER HAND BUT HE SLAPS YOU AGAIN AND HE PINS YOU AGAINS THE WALL AND START MAKING OUT PLEASEEEEE ONLY KISSING NOTHING ELSE LOVE YOU💓”

yes, of course! love you too, hope you like it! x

it is kinda sad in the beginning, but it ends quite nice at least ;)

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“Stop treating me like I’m a child!”

“I’m only treating you the way you’re acting, Y/N!”

“Why do you even care, Michael? It’s not your business!” You yell angrily at your best friend. You cross your arms over your chest, tired of his never ending bullshit.

“Of course it fucking is my business when I’m always the one who’s arms you run into and who’s shoulder you cry on every time one of your boyfriends have cheated on you or been mean to you!” He gesticulates wildly with his arms, staring you dead in the eyes. “Don’t you dare tell me it’s not my business.”

You can feel the tears threatening to spill, so you clench your jaw and take two daring steps toward him. “If I am such a fucking burden to you then maybe I should never have come here! I know I’m hard to love, I may not even be worth the effort, but it hurts when no one even thinks I’m worth a try.”

“Don’t-” You can sense that he’s about to come with some shit excuse, so you cut him off.

“I’m sorry I’m so ugly and boring that no one wants me; I’m sorry that I’m so fucking desperate and easily hurt. I’m sorry I have issues and that most of the time I’m so sad that I can’t do anything but lay in bed. I know you can’t deal with me, and you’ll leave soon just like everyone else I ever cared about.” The tears are now streaming down your face. and you couldn’t care less. 

“Baby…” Michael’s eyes fills with pity and sadness, and if you didn’t know better you’d say that the water that drizzled down his cheeks were tears, but you do know better and Michael doesn’t care about you in that way. 

“No, Michael, please don’t…” You feel as you knees are faltering beneath you and it is getting harder to breathe, you just poured your heart out in front of your best friend, and you can’t think of one reason why he wouldn’t leave you now.

“Come here.” He says and the last thing you need is his pity before he abandoned you so you start backing away from him. 

“Please Michael, just leave.” You say, voice cracking. 

He takes one step closer to you and soon you can feel your back hit the wall. You do the only thing you can think of at that moment and raise your hand, but before it has the chance to reach his face, a strong hand on your wrist stops you. 

Michael is staring into your eyes, breathing heavily. He is standing only inches away, and you can feel his breath hit your face. You raise your other hand but you are too slow, and he once again catches you before you can hit him. 

Five, never ending seconds you stare into each others eyes, not moving a muscle before he suddenly lunges forward and attaches his lips to yours. Your eyes are wide and confused and before you know it he pulls away, flustered and face full of emotions. He has pushed your wrist against the wall too, keeping you in an iron grip.

“Wha-” You stutter, completely shocked and confused. Why would he do that?

“Do you get it now?” He asks, jaw clenched. 

“Get what? I don’t understand Michael.” 

“I am in love with you, you idiot!” He exclaims, leaving you speechless, mouth agape. “I’ve been in love with you since the moment we started talking, since the moment I first saw you. It’s always been you, everytime and everywhere. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t study without thinking about you or worrying about you or wondering what you are up to. You are everywhere.” 

You let your tears falls freely, watching in awe as Michael this time pours his heart out to you. You want to reach out and touch him so badly, but he still has your hands pinned against the wall.

“I love you so much, and I can’t change that, no matter how hard I try, and believe me, I have tried for so long. Even though you don’t realise it, you make me so fucking happy, just looking at you or hearing you laugh is probably two of the best things I know.” He says, letting out a breathy laugh. “You’re never a burden to me. I will always be here for you and hold you tight when you’re upset.”

“No,” you protest, shaking your head. “You can’t love me.”

“Of course I can. It is one of the easiest things I know, one of the hardest too. You are so beautiful and smart and cute and crazy. Of course I love you, you’re you.” He smiles weakly, bringing one of his hands down to lightly place it on your cheek. “My best friend, who I happened to fall hopelessly in love with.”

You don’t know what to feel, everything is just too much all at once. You can’t stop crying, which only makes it more frustrating. 

“Do you get it now?” Michael says. “I choose you. Over anyone else, I always fucking choose you.”

Looking into the eyes of your best friend, who’s always been there for you and taken care of you, your favorite person in the whole world. 

“Michael…”

“Please don’t tell me to leave, you know I won’t do that. I couldn’t. I know that you don’t feel the same, but please don’t make me leave, I-”

“Kiss me.” You whisper, cutting him off.

“What?” He asks in disbelief as if he thought you said something else. 

“Kiss me.” You almost don’t even have the chance to finish the sentence before you feel his lips press against yours again. 

It is like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, a weight that you didn’t even know was there. He lets go of your wrists, and you immediately bring your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. 

You can almost feel his relief as soon as you touch him and he immediately pushes closer to you, like he just can’t get enough of your taste, just like you can’t get enough of his. 

This, is what you’ve been craving. Someone to hold you and love you and someone to trust. He’s been right in front of you all this time; you were just too blind to see it. 

You pull apart to catch your breath, both of your breathing heavily as you look at each other. 

“Jesus…” He whispers, letting out a small laugh while shaking his head slightly. “The things you do to me… I’m afraid I won’t ever be able to stop kissing you…”

“Then don’t.”

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Job Search Gothic

The Job Centre want you to sign your name again. And again. They make you sign it six times, then once more to be certain. You can now sign digitally. This is no faster than regular signing.

You have another email from Totaljobs. You don’t remember signing up for alerts from them, yet your inbox is full of searches from them. They all contain the same few jobs. None of them are what you’re looking for, and yet they keep coming in.

Candidates are currently being shortlisted for this position. The list grows shorter by the day. You are not on it.

If you do not hear from them within two weeks, you have not been selected for an interview. You never hear from them. You begin to wonder whether there is anyone on the other end, actually making selections. After all, you have never once heard from them.

“Bored of admin or retail?” No. This is why you are searching for admin and retail roles. This is why you have been searching for admin and retail roles without end for as long as you can remember.

You find a job you’re looking for, in a search for positions within 10 miles of you. You look closer. It’s in London. London is not 10 miles away… or so you think.

A search on Universal Jobmatch returns 20 pages of jobs in your area from the past week. They are all management positions.

“Still available for temporary work?” Yes. You have always been available for temporary work. You will always be available for temporary work. You are beginning to think temporary work is just a myth.

You get a phone call from a recruitment company. They are based in Cardiff. You are not in Cardiff. You are not even in Wales. They have no jobs near you. They never will.

Your interview clothes do not fit as well as they once did. Were your shoes always so small? Did they always give you blisters like this? You don’t know. You don’t remember the last time you had an interview. Have you ever had one before, or did you merely dream it?

You are not qualified for the position. You are never qualified for the position. You apply anyway, because you fear the consequences if you do not.

6

#7YearsWithSHINee

I can’t even begin to explain how much you boys mean to me. The past years have truly been an experience and I loved every second of it. We had our ups and downs but everything lead to this moment where you’re standing at the top of the world and i’m still here, looking up to the five of you. Because SHINee is not only some group I admire, SHINee is the only source of positivity i have in my life and SHINee gave me the absolute best people i have in my life. I am forever grateful for everything that you do and that you have already done and i’m so proud of everything you have accomplished and everything that you are. From the bottom of my heart, i love you so much and even tho I havent been here from the beginning, I sure as hell will be here until the end. Jinki, Jonghyun, Kibum, Minho, Taemin, thank you for everything, and I know many years are yet to come. Congratulations for everything you have accomplished and thank you for giving me something to look forward to every day. Please continue to live your dreams, because that inspires thousands of people around the world, myself included. I love you.

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  • Urban Flora
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this duo is perfection

The sound of me leaving.

I prefer a quiet fall out over a separation speech. I don’t particulary find the final face-to-face closure appealing –the rehashing of the god-awful moments, the accusations, the blame, what you could have done but didn’t, what you could have not done but did, the bitter warfare of words, kniving each other to pieces, hearing why you’re so awful, so horrible, so not worth it, all these poisonous words pouring out from the mouth of the one who professed to love you so farkin much.

So unecessary. So hurtful.

So I prefer the kind of fall out where silence explains everything, where your final moment is tinged with sadness and not indignation, where you just sort of fade away from each other wordlessly. The beginning of the end should just be filled with absence, silence, and the echo of your footsteps walking away.

I always do it this way. Because we don’t need to have a conversation leading to nowhere, or a fake cheerful send-off, a promise of friendship. No. Let’s just go on like we never happened, because life goes on and so should we.

And because I have nothing to say to you. And because I don’t want to remember all the good stuff. And I don’t want to dwell on how wonderful we could have been -if I had been less of a bitch and you had been less of an asshole. We were probably never meant to work out. But we did have fun. And we did love each other. But I just sort of want to remove you from my life already.

I’m in a room opposite yours. Maybe I’ll sleep here. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to resist it and come lay beside you. Maybe I care. Maybe I don’t. But when I leave later, I’ll leave without a word. And you’ll respond in silence.

Because you want me to walk away, so I will.

Anime north gothic

- you hear thumps from the wrestling ring far away. They are like a constant heartbeat. They never stop.
- music is playing. Where? Its hard to hear anyone talk or even to hear yourself think. Are you imagining it?
- you send a friend to get you coffee. They return three hours later with a subway sandwich, smiling. ‘That was quick!’ They say with an artificial smile
- where does the artist alley begin? Where does it end? Does it even have beginnings or ends?
- There is a fence around the rave area. It is there to keep the ravers in. You hear screams all night. People enter, but none leave.