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newsies prep school au

this is kinda based off of my school so yeah this is really long sorry in advance lol
- jack always has some mysterious stains on his uniforms and honestly some of the guys are scared to ask what they’re from
- davey literally irons his shirts and pants every morning and he never forgets to wear his lanyard with his student id
- race never tucks his shirt in, his shoe laces are always untied, he never wears his belt, and he forgets his lanyard practically everyday and is broke because everyday he has to pay $5 to replace it
- katherine is always complaining to the guys because she has to wear a skirt, sweater vest, and tights in the spring. and the guys hear the same speech every day about how hard it is to put those damn tights back on after pe when it’s 85° out
- the guys in their group are the only ones in the school who wear the sweater vests in the winter unlike the other guys in school who just wear the regular sweaters
- davey is on the soccer team and he’s fairly good
- jack plays basketball and he’s captain of the boy’s lacrosse team and he’s so aggressive on field. he gets yellow carded every 5 minutes but the time he’s actually on the field he always manages to score
- spot wrestles and he’s the quarterback of the football team and they haven’t lost a game since he joined the team. other schools are terrified to play their school because they know how spot will stop at nothing to win
- race is on the dance team and the cheer team, he’s the only boy on the cheer team. sometimes he gets shit for it but ever since everyone found out that spot conlon is his boyfriend nobody bothered him
- crutchie doesn’t play sports but he’s the manager of the football and basketball teams. at least he’s involved
- katherine’s part of the field hockey team, crew team, and the girls lacrosse team
- alberts on the swim team, baseball team, basketball team, crew team, and he’s on the dance team, no one knows how he manages to get his homework done
- davey is so organized it hurts
- jacks lockers a mess and he’s always putting some strange object in davey’s to mess with him. so far the strangest thing he’s put in davey’s locker is an uncooked chicken
- race and spot share their lockers because their lockers are in different buildings on the opposite sides of the campus so they don’t have to walk all the way back to get their books
- katherine is always slipping little notes in sarah’s locker and sarah saves every single one
- davey’s in all honors/ap classes and he’s the best german student. the other guys are always trying to get him to do their homework but davey refuses. his reason: “if i do your homework you’ll never learn! learning is great! also fuck you guys i have my own work to do”
- jack takes ap art history. he takes french and always tries to say cliche things to davey in french but he always pronounces them wrong. he loves when davey speaks german to him. his notebooks are about 10% notes and 90% doodles
- kath is amazing at english she’s at the top of her class
- race takes honors us history and to everyone’s dismay, he does very well. he’s very loud in his classes and will constantly start arguments with anyone who has a different opinion than him. he sleeps on the quad during his free periods

- jack takes art and excels in it. the school asked him to do a mural and he did one by himself in the span of 3 days. he paints every set for the school musical
- davey is the student body president and he’s an officer for the national honor society, teachers love him
- crutchie stands next to davey as student body vice president and he’s part of the school’s morning announcements
- spot and race take photography together (honestly when are they not together) but they mostly spend their time taking pictures of each other
- race is also on the debate team, he loves arguing
- davey and katherine are the heads of the creative writing club. kath’s also part of the yearbook club
- crutchie, race, katherine and albert all do the play. davey does the tech work, spot does stage crew, jack paints the sets and helps with makeup, and sarah does the costumes
student life
- when it’s nice out during their free period they all sit on the quad together
- davey and kath always try to do their homework but they give up because their friends are too loud
- everyone’s always playing with a frisbee, they used to play football on the quad but spot got too aggressive and accidentally gave albert a concussion.
- there’s a lot of trump supporters in their school and the school broadcasted the inauguration on every tv in the school. jack was in lunch when it started so he threw his slice of pizza at the tv. he got detention for a week and had to each lunch in the principal’s office but he said it was “totally worth it”
- for 3 weeks there were these geese that walked around campus and they would chase people and hiss at people. every single time race came remotely close to one, it would hiss and chase him. he spent a lot of time in the nurses office from getting bitten by geese
- spot once got suspended for 2 days for beating up the delancey brothers because they were making fun of race
- crutchie is so popular in school there’s not a single person who doesn’t walk by him and not say hi.
- albert and race like to pick on the freshmen but they don’t actually hurt them
- jack tries to go all out in pe and is so competitive with albert but albert always does better than him
- during school mass and assemblies jack can’t sit still for so long so he starts doing things like playing with davey’s hair, touching his leg, etc and davey just gets annoyed and smacks his hand away
- spot and race usually “go to the bathroom” during mass and assemblies and just make out the whole time

a lot of this is based on my school js. also the goose thing actually happened. those geese were terrifying.

Drabble Part 2/5

A/N: It’s so strange… I’ll be writing something super sad one second, then something super fluffy the next. Drabbles are weird. XD

Words: 3440

11. (Arno Dorian)

It was a grueling truth, the reality that you may very well die. You looked down at your crimson stained hands, the heat of the thick liquid contrasting with your rapidly cooling body. Death was holding you in its crushing grip, dragging you down, and somehow you were still holding on. Because of him, you realized. You were holding on for Arno.

“Just a little while longer.” He rasped, his feet heavy against the stone rooftop as he shifted you uncomfortably in his arms. Every movement had you crying out, jolting the fiery pain to life. If it wasn’t for the startling fear in Arno’s eyes, you were positive you would’ve already been amongst the dead. But you couldn’t leave him. Your head lolled against his chest, eyelids heavy as you began drifting off. “No,” Arno’s shout startled you back into semi-consciousness. “I’m not losing you today, you hear me?” A hum left your parted lips as you held onto him tightly. Just a little bit longer… “Please,” he begged, the wind whipping against your face as he sprinted even faster, pushing himself to the max. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Arno,” you choked, your vision swimming. You just needed to hold on… Just… His worried voice was drowned out by the blood rushing around your mind, your heart slowing in your chest. Maybe if you just closed your eyes…

12. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you back as you jumped. You fell into his hard body, both of you hitting the ground painfully.

“What?” You seethed as quietly as you could, your eyes flickering between him and your target as you stood back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

“You can not go yet.” He explained as if it made total sense to pull you back from the man who was in perfect position for your blade.

“I need to go,” you argued, pointing down at your target. “If he moves, it will be too hard to find another place to strike. Now is the perfect opportunity.”

“Have you learned nothing?” He hissed, hand tight on your white robes. “What would you do after you had taken his life?”

“I would run there.” You pointed to the stacked boxes that stopped about halfway to the top of a nearby building. “Then I would wait in the hay cart on the other side of the building. After I can scale that building and move along the rooftops silently and efficiently.” You stated dryly, knowing that there was nothing for him to argue. Unfortunately, he was stubborn.

“And what if you get caught by them?” He gestured to two rather large guards waiting by the exit of the alley you were in. “You could not fight them off.” Ouch.

“Are you questioning my ability, Altaïr?” Your voice was laced with annoyance, his haughty tone doing nothing to quell your anger. You’d trained for the majority of your life and you were confident in your abilities.

“That is not what I meant.” He backtracked, hands held up in surrender. “I only mean that you could get injured or worse.”

“That’s part of being an Assassin.” You retorted, watching as his jaw tensed beneath the shadow of his hood.

“Just,” he paused, almost as if he didn’t think he should finish, “be careful.” Half of your mouth tilted up in a smile, a hand pulling your hood down to obscure your face.

“I always am.”

13. (Ezio Auditore)

You sighed heavily into the shining, noon sky. Rome was bustling below, the yells of merchants and buyers alike ringing throughout the heat of day. Pulling both knees to your chest, you watched as men and women prepared for the event to come. You really didn’t want to go to this ball, but your father hadn’t given you much of a choice. There was a sudden change in the atmosphere; where the sun had once shone, a shadow now cast over.

“Ezio,” you greeted stiffly, not bothering to look up at the Assassin.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked, taking a seat next to you. You sent a half smile in his direction, your hands playing with your white robes.

“I needed time to think.”

“For the ball,” Ezio nodded, his muscles tensing. “What happened to your date?” His voice was bitter, a scowl on his scarred lips. That gave you pause, your lips turning up in realization.

“You’re jealous!” You laughed, his scowl deepening at your accusation.

“I am not.” He argued. Continuing to chuckle, you stood up with your hands on your hips.

“You, Ezio Auditore, are jeal-” Your sentence was cut off with a squeak as your back hit the stone tiles roughly, wide eyes looking up to Ezio.

“I am not jealous.” His eyes were like fire, burning every bit of your body they went over. He jerked you up, dropping his mouth against yours vigorously. You moaned against the heat of him, his tongue thrusting in between your lips at the movement. Everything suddenly felt too hot, his hands roaming all over your body with determined curiosity. When he finally felt satisfied, he stood up, leaving you lying on the ground and breathing heavily. You followed his movements a moment afterwards, watching him curiously. He hadn’t moved, instead observing you as his fingers slid along his lips, almost as if just realizing what he’d done. You wanted him, needed him to repeat his actions.

“Jealous,” you breathed, laughing as you took off across the rooftop. You didn’t even have to hear his steps heavy against the stone to know he was following.

14. (Shay Cormac)

The hand on your hip wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the one you wanted. The blue eyes shining beneath the lights, crinkled up as he laughed, were not the ones you wished to stare into. The crisp accent that sounded whenever he spoke wasn’t the one you needed to hear. But it didn’t matter. Shay wasn’t there, and even if he was, he would never think of you the same way you thought of him. He was too guarded, too untrusting to allow you that close to him. A soft groan left your parted lips as you tried to tune into the conversation once again. He was talking about trading stuff, at least you thought he was. He could also be talking about his family. You hadn’t the slightest, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were scanning the area, your eyes attempting to adjust to the overly bright lights. They really did try too hard at these things. That was when you spotted the dark gaze, looking to you with more intensity than you’d ever seen before. You wanted to call to Shay, but you were cut off before you could start by lips upon your own. It took you by surprise, prompting you to stand absolutely frozen for a whole minute. It wasn’t right, the person you wanted more than anything not being the one moving against your lips. By the time you actually realized what was happening, the man had been thrown off of you by your leather clad savior.

“Shay,” you breathed, watching him intently. He ignored the gasps of the crowds, picking you up with a stiff arm beneath your legs and one behind your back. His movements were swift and silent, that of a trained killer. Your eyes were on his jaw, clenched with tension. Despite how angry he seemed to be, his hands were still holding you as gently as possible. “Shay,” you ground out, trying to understand what he was doing. He slammed you against the side of the estate, keeping you trapped in between his arms while his knee came up to rub in between your legs.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hands working furiously on removing your clothing. You shivered, whether from the actual cold or Shay’s expression, you weren’t entirely sure.

15. (Shay Cormac)

The clatter of your sword hitting the stone reverberated throughout the night sky, weighing down on the two of you like you were carrying the world itself. Your eyes were heavy, reality finally dawning on you. No matter what he’s done, no matter how long he’s been away, you can’t hurt him. You dropped your head, your arms laying limply by your sides.

“I can’t,” you whispered, not daring to look up to him. “I won’t,” you stated louder than before. His leather boots groaned against the cobblestone as he walked towards you, the sound of metal on metal as he re sheathed his blades. A heavy, warm hand rested on your shoulder, prompting you to look into his dark gaze. His eyes were shining with pain, hurt etched across his expression.

“I never wanted to do this.” His voice was barely audible above the distant sounds of the city, the happy cheering only furthering the dampened mood. “I was forced to.” You lifted a hand, placing it ever so softly against his heated cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, a hand raking through his dark hair as he buried his head into your chest, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” you repeated again, his hot tears rolling down your chest. You closed your eyes against the wave of emotion, holding him even closer.

“He wants you dead,” he muttered against your skin, his tears still wet against your clothing.

“I know.” And you did. Haytham Kenway had every reason to want you dead. You were an Assassin who had gotten in his way more than enough times to pose a threat. Although, you looked down at the top of Shay’s head, moonlight reflecting off the black tresses, you would never pose a threat to him. You never could; Templar or not, you loved the man.

“I love you,” he said lowly, almost as if reading your thoughts.

“And I love you.” Slowly, he pulled back from your embrace, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Go,” he whispered, “Please.” His voice was broken, face twisted in pain. “I can’t…” He trailed off, looking to the ground shamefully. “Please don’t make me hurt you.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “But, Shay, I don’t wish to leave you.”

“I’ll find you again,” he stood a little straighter, determination lacing his tone. “I’ll find you when this is all over and I swear to you, I will make this right.” You nodded, backing away from him. “Just don’t forget me.” His voice was carried by the wind as you ran, your vision blurring with the onslaught of tears and your heart breaking within your chest.

16. (Edward Kenway)

Admittedly, you’d had way too many drinks. But hey, the suave captain sure as hell didn’t seem to be complaining. In fact, he almost seemed to be enjoying it. It’s not like you were doing anything that different than normal, you were just a little less reserved. Your touches lingered a little longer, your words purposely holding double meanings. You couldn’t help it, you were much too drunk and he was much too attractive. You took another swig of your rum, laughing at something one of the drunken crew members said.

“Hand me a little more rum, lass.” Edward whispered, his lips moving against your ear. You shivered, smiling at his wink as you picked up a tankard of rum. You placed a hand on his upper thigh, leaning across the table to hand him the drink. His eyes followed you, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watched you hungrily.

“This what you want?” You asked, shifting more weight onto the hand on his thigh while simultaneously moving it higher. His throat bobbed as he swallowed roughly, his hand taking the drink from you and placing it on the table.

“Oh, you are just asking for it now.” His voice was husky, causing you to bite your lip while thoughts of him using that tone in other, more pleasurable, scenarios assaulted your mind. He leaned forward again, all the sounds and smells of the tavern drifting away as his breath danced around your cheek. He was speaking, telling you something, but you were too focused on the smell of salt, leather, and alcohol emanating from him. He pulled back, a smirk on his face and primal intent shining in his crystal orbs. Unfortunately, you didn’t hear a word he said. Deciding to take a chance, you squeezed his thigh and sent a wink, abandoning the table in favor of leaving the stuffy pub. You weren’t certain he followed you, at least not until you felt the gentle yet firm hand against the small of your back.

17. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

Your scowl deepened at the look of disappointment in his eyes, your arms unconsciously crossing over your chest despite the ache of protest from your ribs.

“I was doing my job.” You stated curtly, moving your gaze from the Master Assassin. He was angry with you, even though he shouldn’t be. You’d only done what was asked of you; nothing more and nothing less.

“You almost got yourself killed,” he argued, a clamp sounding as he took a step forward. “You were meant to finish your target, not die.”

“I didn’t die.” You ground out, motioning wildly to yourself. You clenched your jaw at the pain that came with the action. “I’m still alive, see?”

“You were barely alive when you stumbled back here.” Both hands held tightly onto the sheets, your eyes diverting down. Maybe you had been a little reckless, but it wasn’t on purpose. You hadn’t meant to get yourself nearly killed. It was entirely an accident. “Did you ever think of how that would make me feel?” Your head snapped up, jaw dropped as he continued in the most irritated of tones. “Do you know what I’d do if you died? If I never saw you again?” He was getting more and more hysterical with each word, finally abandoning talking in favor of wrapping both arms around your upper half. “I thought I’d lost you.” You closed your eyes, softly raking a hand through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

18. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

His eyes were on you like an eagle readying himself for the kill. You had no idea what you’d done to make Altaïr so angry, but it was almost scary. Although, the intensity that you were sure was meant to intimidate you, just aroused you further. He was an attractive man; anybody could see that. But it was more than just his looks that aroused you, it was the way he acted so confidently. Unfortunately, that confidence was giving you pause at the moment. He seemed so sure about something, so angry about whatever it was. So much so that it had you thinking back to every single wrong thing you’d ever done to the man. The list was quite short and none of them happened recently, but still, something was on his mind. You were snapped out of your reverie when a hand whipped out of nowhere, tugging you into a bedroom. Your back was slammed against rough stone, eyes wide as you looked to your hooded assaulter. Altaïr’s muscles were stiff, his frame trapping you against the wall.

“Altaïr,” you breathed, not sure if you should be relieved it was him or only more alert.

“(Y/N).” His voice was strange, the underlying tension bubbling to the surface.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, watching him as his gaze moved down your body slowly.

“I’m sick of watching silently as you tease me everyday.” He growled, eyes blazing.

“Wha-” He cut you off, lips rough against your own. You were frozen, lips parted and eyes still open. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his velvety tongue inside your mouth, hands tightening on your wrists. He tasted of mint and cinnamon and tentatively, you responded to his kiss causing him to drop your hands in favor of holding your face between his palms as he explored your lips with fervor. You were practically putty in his hands, following every one of his bold movements. He didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, his body touching every bit of your own. And, you leaned into his touches, you couldn’t be more glad.

19. (Shay Cormac)

Your combined laughs echoed around the hall as you continued walking down the wooden walkway, Shay by your side. The two of you were reminiscing of past times, something you did quite often, as you made your way to your respective bedrooms. It was a rather nice inn, one that Haytham no doubt picked out. He could be a little… overly grand at times. Oh well, you looked to the Irishman with shining eyes, you’d endure anything Haytham could throw at you so long as you got to spend time with Shay. He smiled warmly back, watching you curiously as you moved to open your door.

“No, that’s the wrong- oh, dammit.” Your eyes were wide, Shay standing directly behind you. It was like everyone was frozen, Hickey looking quite mad as he looked over the woman on top of him to you guys. Your mouth was opening and closing, nothing coming out of it as you just simply shorted out.

“What the ‘ell.” Hickey yelled, glaring at you two.

“I, uh,” Shay tugged at your arm, slamming the door shut to close off the view. “Oh my God,” you laughed, a hand over your mouth as you doubled over. Shay’s chuckle was much deeper as he pulled you down to where your room actually was. “I did not expect that.” Shay was shaking his head, eyes shining with amusement.

“You shouldn’t expect anything less than that from Hickey, lass.” He laughed, warm hand on your shoulder.

“What about from you?” You questioned boldy, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Aye, you could expect more.” His voice was soft, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek gently.

“Then show me.” You challenged.

20. (Connor)

It was too hot, the sheets too uncomfortable against your skin, but you couldn’t move. Not because you were afraid of waking Connor up, but just because you genuinely couldn’t move. He had you wrapped in his two strong arms, one leg thrown over yours, and his head tucked into your neck. Not only that, but he slept like a bear.

“Connor,” you growled, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. He held on strong, his grip tightening the more you moved. “Dammit, Connor, wake up!” You yelled, flopping around in his arms like a fish out of water. You kept yelling his name, pushing as best you could from inside his embrace, but nothing seemed to be working. “Ratohnhaké:ton,” you screamed, kicking your legs around.

“What?” He questioned, one brown eye peeking open to observe you.

“Move. Over.” You replied, pushing him back.

“Keep still,” he argued, cuddling back into you.

“Connor,” you whined, continuing to move in his embrace. “It’s hot.” This time both eyes opened, his arms holding you even tighter.

“I wish to hold you.” He whispered, a red tint staining his cheeks. That took you by surprise.

“I’m still going to be right here.” You shrugged, watching him curiously. He looked oddly distressed at the thought of having to let you go.

“I know, I just…” he muttered, trailing off when he thought it necessary. You lifted a hot palm to his warm cheeks, a small smile on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Ratohnhaké:ton?” For a second, he didn’t look as if he was going to answer, his eyes flitting down to where your bodies were touching.

“Before I met you, I thought I’d have to be alone. And,” the intensity in his gaze when he looked up was startling, “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be without you.” Your heart clenched painfully, both arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I will never leave you.” You promised, resting your forehead against his. “So long as I walk this Earth, I will always love you, Ratohnhaké:ton.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, head moving up and down with his nod.

“May I please hold you?” He asked, voice light. It may be hot as hell, but you weren’t about to deny him that.

“Always,” you whispered, burying your head into his chest. You could feel his smile as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, the soft pitter-patter of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Before you drifted off, you heard him speak, tone barely audible.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Starry Eyed {NCT Mark Scenario}


Anon: Mark scenario when your best friends and you are both sitting on the roof watching the stars. But then you confess to him your feelings and its SO FLUFFY AND AWKWARD. 😅😅 THANK YOU! - 🐢 anon 

Thank you for the request Turtle Anon! I’m so sorry it took such a long time; I suffered writer’s block unfournately :-( Hopefully you will enjoy this…

(I’ve used female pronouns in this imagine; I can publish a male one if someone would like it)

Word count: 1,476

Originally posted by ryuu

They were the typical childhood friends. Joint together at the hip since the very first day of nursery. The closest of friends. Grew up together. Went to school together. Went round each other’s houses every Friday for food. 

And also, like any other story like theirs, fell in love with each other. But, unlike any other story like theirs, it didn’t go as smoothly like expected… 

“Y/N!” A voice cried from behind you, their footsteps speeding up until eventually, they were walking at the same pace as Y/N. 

“Mark!” They teased back. They often teased each other like this. Their relationship was one more of fun and jokes, than deep, late-night conversations and seriousness. Although they had never spoken to one another in a “serious” way, the fact that knew each other since a young age, they were capable of reading each other’s face and knowing exactly what to do to make them feel better. Everyone knows it’s difficult to find such a friend and have such a relationship. 

“I can’t come tonight. I’m really-”, Mark began. 

“-Sorry?”, Y/N cut him off. She sighed heavily, stopping in her tracks. “Again? Again, Mark? Really? Who do you think I am?” She was beginning to get irritated now. This wasn’t the first time Mark had missed their Friday tradition. In fact this was this 8th time in 3 months. And it was always the same reason-

“I have practice! You know its important that I go”, Mark uttered, Y/N mouthing the same words. He always said exactly those words.

“Okay, whatever Mark”, she shifted in her place, bag over her shoulder. Mark avoided her gaze, staring at the floor and occasional looking up. It wasn’t like he wanted to miss this. but it was important that he had to. With a debut in the near future, any spare time practicing could make the whole difference in the end.  

Y/N’s eyes softened once she looked at Mark again. She could see the bags under his eyes, his hair was dry and ragged from the different hairstyle SM had tried on him. His clothes were rarely washed, he often wore the same thing day after day. despite being physically and mentally drained from all that practice, he was so determined to do well. And Y/N sympathized for him. At least, he apologized I guessed, she thought. He could've easily dumped me ages ago… She sighed internally.

“Just go, Mark. Eat and practice well!” She grinned at him, a smile also spreading across his face, as he sighed in relief. He reached forward, giving her a quick squeeze and kissing her forehead in a friendly manner. 

“Yes, yes I will. Thank you! Next time I promise!” And with that, Mark turned round and sped off in the opposite direction towards the SM building. It would be hours until Mark could sleep again; he’d be working way into the early hours of the next day.

Y/N sighed again, continuing to walk home. Her heart ached for Mark. It ached because he was working so hard and was so humble about his debut. It ached because he was working so hard, to the point he was over working himself. It ached because she just wanted things to be like before, where he could come over every week. It ached because she liked Mark in a way that Mark would never like her in too. It ached because she wanted Mark that much, but he didn’t want her.

Of course, she was happy for him. He was achieving all his greatest dreams, ones that most people could only dream of- he was one of the few where that dream would become a reality. But, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of him. He was going up in the world, and she was still in the same place as she was years ago. She knew that eventually he would have to leave her for good.

She lay on her house roof, staring up at the stars above. It was late and dark, only the sound of the traffic near by and crickets. She never really believed it when people said that nature calmed you; but it was seeming to work right now. Her mind was blank. For once, she wasn’t thinking about Mark or about her how life is boring compared to his or how she wasn’t really going to do much with her life in the future. 

Her phone rang suddenly, the screen lighting up brightly. Hand reaching out to grab it, she held the phone to her ear, not bothering to look at the caller ID. 

“Y/N?” The voice questioned.

“Mark!” She sat up abruptly, brushing her hair out of her eyes and patting it down as if he was right there before her. 

“Where are you? Can I meet you?”, Mark casually asked. “I’m not that tired right now”.

“Uh-uh sure. y-yeah, you can come over. I’m on my roof”, she said.

“I’m coming over. Don’t move”.

She lay on her house roof, staring up at the stars above. It was late and dark, only the sound of the traffic near by and crickets. But this time, her crush, Mark, was lying with her.

“Practice alright?” She asked, after an awkward silence. This was the first time ever that there had been an awkward silence between the two.

“Yeah, it was ok, thanks…” They slipped back into the awkward silence again.

Unlike before, where you could hear the traffic and crickets, Y/N’s heart was pumping now, from being so close to him. She was breathing raggedly, awkwardly playing with her fingers. The world had decided that it had too be now that Y/N started acting p because of her pointless crush.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Mark softly said, sitting up. “You’ve been actin weird around me lately- have I done something?”

You’ve made me develop feelings for you, you idiot, she thought. And you make me worried sick whenever you practice non-stop. Of course, she never said that to him.

“I dunno… I just, I’ve just been having these feelings I can’t really control anymore”, she breathed out. Her confidence had suddenly been drained from her. Was she really now going to confess to him?

“Come on, tell me about it. It’s good to get these things int the open”. Typical Mark. The happy virus. Always so caring.

After what seemed years, it slipped out: “I think I like you Mark”. It was soft and quit, but loud enough for Mark to hear.

“What?!” His eyes widened in shock.

“I-I, yeah I like you”, her eyes watered slightly.

“Why-why, why would you do that? Why now? Are you actually serious?” His voice was confused. Her heart dropped. no. No, no, no. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t the way she had planned it to be. Now she had lost him for good. They’d never be able to get over this, would they?

Another awkward silence overcame them again. This time, it was more tense and thicker. Mark sat upright, staring in shock forwards, still recovering from Y/N’s confession. Y/N was now sitting up too, the tears in here eyes threatening to spill. 

“I’ll just go”, Y/N started to get up, her voice breaking slightly as she cursed herself over her mistake.

A hand held her back down, stopping her from getting up and going. “No, Y/N”, Mark softly whispered. “Please stay”.

“I’m sorry what I said came out harshly. It wasn’t meant to sound like that”, Mark attempted to reassure her. He attempted to save her from her embarrassment.

“No, no! It’s okay. It was stupid of me to say that. I shouldn’t have that. It was wrong and I see that now. We’re best friends, aren’t we? It should stay like that. I mean, you probably see me more as a sister than a girlfriend. It’s okay, I’ll get over it. At least, I really ho-” She began to ramble, the words never seeming to stop. The tears in her eyes were now overflowing and falling down her face. She attempted to mop them up with her sleeve at the same time. But she was cut off by Mark.

“I like you Y/N”.



He reached forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her and nestling his face into her neck.

he said it again. “I like you”.

Her eyes widened in shock, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you like this, but I really do. I’ll make it up to you. Please forgive me” He nestled his face more into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“…But honestly? You’re crying? What a joke man!” He teased her. This was the Mark she knew and loved. But now he was her best friend and boyfriend. 

The first time Vilde mentions her mother’s “wine tasting night” to Isak, his heart sinks. He thinks he might not have even needed to hear Sara’s gossip to realise it’s a lie. He thinks he recognises the pain in her eyes, the forced smile, the tilt of her voice. Like looking in a mirror.

He doesn’t say anything, however. At that moment, he’s not ready to carry his own issues, let alone those of Vilde.

They may share similar issues, but that doesn’t mean he has to like her.


After Vilde and Magnus start to date, Isak starts to notice things again. How Magnus will sometimes be texting Vilde, concentrated frown on his face. He thinks it might be a mirror image to when Magnus texted Isak about Even.

When Magnus leaves their pre-party to go with Vilde for the second time in a row, Isak worries. He doesn’t tell anyone, not even Even, whose eyebrows raise questioningly at him.

On Monday, after they ate lunch with the entire group (something that has been happening more and more now that both Vilde and Magnus, and Jonas and Eva are dating), Isak turns to Magnus.

“Is, uhm,” he starts, and stops. Magnus tears his eyes away from his girlfriend’s retreating back, to look at Isak. “Is she okay?” Isak asks, chin pointing in Vilde’s direction.

Magnus frowns, “Why?”

Isak shrugs and looks down at his hands, “Nothing, forget it.”

“Dude, what do you know?” Magnus’ eyes are wide as he stares at Isak, “Are there rumours floating around again?”

“No, dude, chill,” Isak tries to calm Magnus down, “I just… I know, okay.”

“What do you know?” Magnus narrows his eyes at him and Isak scoffs, “Never mind.”

Jonas chooses that moment to draw their attention back to the conversation and Isak gratefully accepts the diversion of Magnus’ attention.


The next day, Vilde is waiting for him at his locker. Isak groans when he sees her, and wants to just turn around and disappear. But maybe Even is right, maybe he’s growing soft, as he lets himself be noticed by Vilde who is nervously jumping up and down on her heels.

“Isak,” she says, as she sees him. “Vilde,” he replies, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

“Can we talk?”

“I have to get to class, Vilde,” Isak says, knowing the effort is futile. Vilde has that gleam in her eye that tells him that she’s going to do whatever it takes to get what she wants. Isak knows he’s going to do it, although he can’t explain why.

“It will only take a second,” she says and as Isak nods, she grabs him by the wrist to pull him into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck, Vilde?” he pulls his wrist out of her grip as she spins around to face him.

“What do you know and how do you know it?” her voice is lower than normal, and for some reason Isak suspects this voice is closer to her true voice than the perky one she uses all the time. He suspects she uses her cheerfulness like a mask, just like he had used his grumpiness.

He sighs, crosses his arms, “I dated Sara, remember?” Vilde winces and Isak nods, “I just know your home situations isn’t… ideal.”

“Understatement of the century,” Vilde mumbles, and it’s so unlike her, Isak burst out into laughter.

“Sorry,” he manages to say in between laughter.

Vilde chuckles and shrugs. Her smile sincere as she watches Isak.

“Will you tell anyone?” she asks, and Isak immediately sobers up.

“What? No, of course not, Vilde! Not even Even knows.”

Vilde’s smile becomes radiant at that, and she nods, “Okay, thank you.”

She sets out to leave, but before she can, Isak grabs her wrist, “Listen, Vilde,” her big eyes focus on him and Isak isn’t sure what has come over him, maybe it’s seeing this glimpse of Vilde underneath all the pretence, “my home situation wasn’t… ideal either.” They both grin at each other before Isak continues, “If you ever want to talk…” he trails off, unsure what he is offering here.

Vilde’s face grows soft and kind, “Thank you Isak, I don’t know if I’ll need it, considering I have Magnus and Chris. But it’s nice to offer.”

Isak just nods as the bell rings.

They both smile at each other one last time before parting ways.


It’s not like things immediately change drastically after that. It’s just… whenever Vilde is particularly down, Isak will smile at her. When he sees she didn’t bring food, he’ll buy her a cheese toastie, or share whatever lunch Even made him. When the bags under her eyes get too hard to even conceal with makeup, he’ll invite all of them over for a movie night and allows Vilde to fall asleep, mushed between him and Magnus.

Vilde will distract everyone on days when Isak’s mom sends him bible texts, making him gloomy and pessimistic for the future. And although she knows better than to do it in front of him, Isak knows she verbally destroys anyone who speaks ill of either him or Even in front of her.

On his mamma’s birthday Vilde brings him gifts to pass on to her. Isak is not sure how she found out when her birthday is, but he guesses it has something to do with the combined magic of Vilde and Sana.

They form a weirdly tight friendship, without ever really hanging out. Their friends don’t really understand what’s happening when Isak dumps his lunch in front of Vilde, demanding her to try, or when Vilde tells them all to leave Isak alone, but they understand it makes the both calmer and more grounded.

And Isak will still roll his eyes at Vilde and scoff when she asks dumb questions. But he agrees with Sana, Vilde is the first he would take to war with him.

My personal thoughts on all of the Nicktoons (so far as of May 2017)
  • Doug: Cute, sweet show. I love it. Sad how it tends to be labeled as "boring" now- it's still a great show. And of course it kicked off the whole "slice-of-life cartoons" trend so that's pretty cool. And yes, I did like the Disney version. But it's nowhere near as good as the Nick version.
  • Rugrats: Probably one of my favorite cartoons ever. Funny, clever, great characters, great music, great '90s aesthetics, and Klasky-Csupo's style is perfect. One of THE best Nicktoons..too bad it got dumbed down in 2001. Ugh...it was such a great show and then I don't know what happened there. Rugrats in Paris should've been the finale. But...even the later episodes are better than it's spin-offs.
  • The Ren and Stimpy Show: While I'm not the biggest fan of most gross-out shows, I LOVE this one. I'm pretty much with Mr. Enter on how most gross-out cartoons seem to be TRYING to be R&S but rarely getting it right. The characters are hilarious and it's so weird, it's funny. But the less about Adult Party Cartoon; the better.
  • Rocko's Modern Life: Amazing show and I'm really excited for the TV movie...whenever that's coming out. I love the visual style, the music, the characters, and I'm sure I love it even more as an adult than I did as a kid (and I did love it as a kid)
  • Aaahh!!! Real Monsters: Another great show (really, Nick was at it's highest point in the '90s, but the early-to-mid '90s especially). Love the characters, the intentionally ugly style...it's just great. Shame it tends to be so underrated.
  • Hey Arnold!: One of the greatest cartoons ever and probably the best Nicktoon ever. I love how it never tried to shy away from more mature themes that other kids' shows wouldn't try touching and it did a great job at it. Looking forward to the Jungle Movie, and of course...Helga was the best.
  • KaBlam!: I loved it as a kid. As an adult, I REALLY wonder why. The wraparounds try way too hard to be "hip", just akwardly shoehorning in references attempting to be the next TTA or Animaniacs, but falling completely flat. Characters were annoying but the voice acting was awesome. I do need to give the show credit for making me a ska fan. Most of the individual shorts kind of sucked but Action League Now! was hilarious and The Off-Beats was cute. And of course...
  • Life With Loopy: Yes I had to give this it's own mention because it's just that good. Nick really needs to give this one it's own series because the campy and surreal nature mixed with the overall sweetness was just a perfect blend, and the animation style was pretty awesome. The title character is just so perfect and so underrated. And I LOVE how aesthetically '90s the whole show is.
  • The Angry Beavers: Another one that's pretty underrated. I always really loved this show. I love all the banter and ad-libbing between Norbert and Daggett. And the music was great. I still listen to "Beaver Fever" and "I Think I Like You" now and again (also...Salem and Zim as beavers. How could you go wrong there?)
  • CatDog: Everyone hates this show but I really loved it. I love the character designs, CatDog themselves, and the theme song is NEVER going to leave my head. Sure, it's no Rocko or Hey Arnold!, but it's still a funny show.
  • Oh Yeah! Cartoons: Unlike KaBlam!, this one had different shorts in every episode rather than just four main short series, so it would take too long to go over all of them (not to mention that a good chunk of them aren't even online!). A lot of the shorts on this show were really funny and had some great visual styles. And Mina and the Count still needs a TV show.
  • The Wild Thornberrys: Really loved this show; I was the "animal kid" in my class so obviously I really liked this one. I just really love Klasky-Csupo. The movie was awesome and so was the show.
  • SpongeBob Squarepants: One of the funniest cartoons ever. While it got annoying seeing it become a schedule clog, the earlier episodes are still great. I heard that it got itself out of seasonal rot (look, let's pretend most of what came in-between the movie and the second movie never happened), but I rarely watch Nick anymore so I wouldn't know. Let's hope so.
  • Rocket Power: Not one of my favorites as a kid or as an adult (I wasn't really into the extreme sports craze), but my friends really liked it so I watched it with them and yeah, I enjoyed what I saw. It does have it's funny moments and while it's incredibly cheesy and way too late '90s/early 2000s that it hurts, it's a fun watch just for the cheese.
  • As Told By Ginger: A great show that I don't think I really appreciated enough until I got older. I guess I was just a LITTLE too young when it was new and by the time I was older and getting more into it...the show got cancelled. It's a really great show and one of Nick's best slice-of-life shows.
  • The Fairly OddParents: Really funny...for the first four seasons. S5 was when it started to slip and everything after that just got worse and worse. I still have fond memories of watching the older seasons and they're still good...but let's hope that jump to Nicktoons meant something.
  • Invader Zim: Great show, great animation, great character designs...did NOT deserve to be screwed over. I'm really looking forward to the TV movie. But...while I do love GIR (though he's not my #1 favorite character), the whole Hot Topic worship of GIR was pretty annoying. Let's face it- 2006/2007 on the internet was a bad time.
  • ChalkZone: Really cute. Admittedly I like the worldbuilding elements and characters a little more than the actual episodes (I did love all of S1 though; I think it was the best season), it's still great. S4 was...not the best though. From what we know about the canned S5, it was probably gonna be a lot better but...Nick had to be Nick. Let us have S5, already. And really- why didn't we get a ton of Snap merchandise?
  • The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius: Good show but I liked the movie more. Had some really funny moments and is so aesthetically early 2000s that it's pretty fun looking back on.
  • My Life as a Teenage Robot: Loved this one and I wish it got more recognition. Jenny was absolutely adorable and she was a hero to me as a kid (okay, looking back...I'm sure I had a crush on Jenny). Sad that the network treated it like shit.
  • All Grown Up!: The special was good. The first season was pretty good. After that I felt like I was reading glorified Rugrats fanfic. All it was really was "Ginger Lite" as ATBG was dealing with the heavier stuff while this was all the leftover stuff. Rugrats was great and had an interesting premise. AGU! was more of the same.
  • Danny Phantom: This was the last Nicktoon I REALLY loved as a kid. A really good show that could've gotten even more awesome had it's own creator not fucked it up. Ugh...I want a revival but PLEASE let it be by Steve Marmel and not Butch. Also Sam was like...my hero...as a preteen. And I've got tons of purple and black in my wardrobe (and the same purple lipstick) now that may or may not have been influenced by her (well, that and/or the fact that those are my favorite colors anyway). Like many others...I totally had a crush on Danny as a kid.
  • Avatar the Last Airbender: Okay, admittedly...I was never into this show. But I praise it for it's themes, animation, story...while I personally couldn't get into it, it still is a great show and probably the last really good Nicktoon for a while. And yeah- we don't talk about that movie.
  • Catscratch: I didn't really see enough of it but what I saw I liked. Wanted to see more but it came and went really fast.
  • The Xs: While the previews for it looked pretty good, I...did not like it. I watched it when it premiered and everything but it was a letdown. Felt like they were trying WAY too hard to make their own version of The Incredibles but with Erin Esurance-esque animation. Voice acting was great though (I noticed that Wendie Malick was the saving grace for TWO bad 2005 cartoons)
  • El Tigre: Okay this was RIGHT around the time I was starting to lose interest/outgrow Nickelodeon. Had a great premise and could've been a really good show and I was looking forward to it, but it felt like tons of other flash cartoons at the time and the voice acting could've been a lot better (great talents- direction-wise though...). Maybe if I were a younger kid when it came out, I would've liked it more, but...it was annoying. But the creator has made some other great stuff and I STILL need to see The Book of Life. I'm kicking myself for not seeing it in the theaters due to my work and college schedule.
  • Tak and the Power of JuJu: Didn't play the games but I already knew the franchise was pretty much dying by the time the show came out. It was awful. And we never heard from Tak again...
  • Back at the Barnyard: The movie had it's problems but was at least watchable. The show was just annoying and unfunny.
  • The Mighty B!: Unpopular opinion, but...I really loved this show. It has problems, but there was something about it I couldn't hate. Bessie was just such a great character. Wasn't a big fan of the grossout elements but otherwise it was really funny. Not a great show, but I was entertained enough.
  • Rugrats Pre-School Daze: YES THIS IS A REAL SHOW. Ugly art style (I'm pissed that K-C didn't use their signature style and went for something more "cutesy"; it just looked awful), bland writing, and really not a very interesting series. No wonder why it only lasted four episodes and didn't even air in the US until 2008 after all the episodes were released direct-to-video as bonus features on those Tales of the Crib DVDs (the less about them, the better). All it felt like was a desperate attempt to keep a dying franchise alive.
  • The Penguins of Madagascar: I was pretty neutral to the Madagascar franchise- saw the first movie in theaters and it was alright; wasn't dying to see the sequels so I never did. The show however never did anything for me.
  • Fanboy and Chum Chum: While I was already losing interest in Nick around 2005-2007, this was right around the time where I was officially done. I was a teenager at this point and not into this stuff anymore, but I stuck around for the old SpongeBob or FOP rerun and well...guilty pleasure Mighty B!. Then they changed the logo. And then this show came out. God...it was SO annoying. Annoying theme song, annoying characters...animation style would've worked a lot better if it was in 2D rather than CGI; it just fell way too deep into the uncanny valley for me. I wouldn't say this was the final nail in the coffin for me though; it was definitely the logo change.
  • T.U.F.F. Puppy: Didn't like it. Jokes weren't that funny. I did love the character designs though.
  • Planet Sheen: Sheen didn't need a spinoff. This was one of the worst ideas ever.
  • Kung-Fu Panda Legends of Awesomeness: Liked the first movie (I need to watch it again), haven't seen the sequels but I should. Was bored with the TV show.
  • TMNT: Haven't seen it but I've heard nothing but good things about it. Maybe I should check it out.
  • The Legend of Korra: Heard it was pretty good, but as I wasn't really into Avatar I probably wouldn't be too interested.
  • Robot and Monster: Never saw.
  • Monsters vs. Aliens: Saw the movie and it was...alright. Didn't think it was warranting of a TV series. Didn't watch it.
  • Sanjay and Craig: Saw some of it while waiting for another show to come and...I never wanted to watch it again. Not a fan of the character designs and it was really unfunny. But it's better than Breadwinners.
  • Rabbids Invasion: I did like the Rabbids games as a preteen but...by this time, I don't think they were that popular anymore. Didn't watch it. How is it still running?
  • Breadwinners: Worst Nicktoon ever (so far). Ugly characters, awful animation, shitty writing...how did this get greenlit? Nick...just because "it's for kids" doesn't mean "we can half-ass it"
  • Harvey Beaks: What's this? A GOOD NICKTOON? Yes- it's such a cute show with cute character designs, really nice animation...it's got a nice, nostalgic feel to it while also feeling like something brand new that Nick hasn't done. I'm pissed that it was screwed over.
  • Pig Goat Banana Cricket: Like Monsters, I like how it's "intentionally ugly" and some of the jokes/line delivery managed to be pretty funny, but is otherwise pretty meh to me overall. I'd like it more if I were seven, because hey, that's the show's target audience.
  • The Loud House: I'm glad it has positive representation (thank you for including gay parents in one of your shows, Nick!), but otherwise it's just too bland and cliched for me. Nice character designs; animation could be better. Again, I'd probably like it more if I were in the target audience.
  • Bunsen is a Beast!: Haven't watched it. Don't plan on it, either.

amozon28  asked:

If youre still taking prompts, could u do an alternative scene to what would have happened had Jemma talked first in 2x08 (2x09?) when Mack leaves fitz and her alone to talk bc the awakward silence was killing him

Thanks for the prompt!! I never realized how much time and angst we could’ve been saved if Jemma had just gotten to speak first in that scene?? Like seriously, can you imagine if we’d gotten this conversation, in canon, at mid-season (or at all lmao)? And the rest of the season could’ve been them still taking those tentative steps back toward their friendship while we got Jemma’s POV of realizing she’s in love with Fitz instead of him not trusting her and basically calling her a monster?? No? You’re right, I forgot what show we’re talking about for a moment.



The moment Mack stepped into the front of the quinjet to check on the landing gear, a tense silence descended between Fitz and Jemma, both turning away from each other to take deep, steadying breaths.

This was it, this was the moment Jemma had both hoped for and feared; after talking with Bobbi earlier that day, it had never been more clear to her that the problems between her and Fitz weren’t just going to resolve themselves, not like they used to. And so, even though their friendship had never needed them to put their feelings into words before, she was going to have to start now if she truly wanted to save what was left of it.

With that in mind, she spun back around to face Fitz at the same moment he turned back to her, and she blurted out, “I’d like to say something.”

At the same moment, however, he started, “I’ve been thinking…”

There was a beat, then it continued in much the same way, both insisting to speak first, to just get their words out there (Jemma found it grimly ironic that she’d been missing the way they used to speak so effortlessly around and above and between each other, only to have it back in the worst way possible).

Finally, she managed to get out, already on the verge of tears, “I know things have been difficult between us since I got back from being undercover but I need you to understand that I didn’t leave because of what happened to you.”

“No, no, no,” he cut in, holding his hand up and waving it a bit frantically as he tried to stop the flow of her words.

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(AU where Regina is still Snow’s stepmother and their relationship has always been terrible and then Leopold dies when Emma’s 3 and leaves her his fortune, everything to go to her when she comes of age, and Regina is livid and that’s when it gets really bad, first just snide remarks and so Snow and David stop going to visit (it’d only ever been out of some sense of obligation, she’s still family after all) but then it’s revealed that, should anything happen to Emma, the money would pass to Regina, and that’s when the random hang ups start, that’s when Snow and David move the first time, and there’s never anything to lead back to Regina, nothing but strange things like phone calls at 2 in the morning and getting home and swearing there hadn’t been a pen on the counter there, that they hadn’t left the windows open, little things that don’t amount to anything but Snow knows her stepmother and so they go, never staying one place long - 

And as Emma gets older it gets worse - strange men trying to get Emma from school but she never goes and the teachers have been warned about things like this - the house getting broken into - strange cars driving by or staying parked outside - 

And so the moves continue. 

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anonymous asked:

7, 27, 37, 42

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true love’s kiss & silver linings

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Alex waits until they’re back in the car and already heading out of the mall parking lot before she finally speaks up.

“Have you kissed a girl?” Alex asks with as much nonchalance as she can muster, given the mayhem currently ravaging her mind.

Kara’s head whips up from her phone and Alex can only imagine what kind of expression Kara’s drilling into the side of her head, but her eyes stay resolutely on the road ahead.

“Random. Why?” Kara draws out, both suspicious and wary in that one tone.

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simmppaa  asked:

Hi! I need a break from this whole finale mess. So could write an season 3 AU where Fitz goes to the monolith room but the stone is already liquid so he shoots the door and takes the shotgun with him to maveth. Your fics are so fun to read.

Hi @simmppaa! Thank you for the prompt!! This one actually seemed to write itself, so I hope you like how it turned out!

*Note: This fic disregards some of the more…triangular plots of Season 3A (just like I do lmao).




We need to say goodbye.

We need to say goodbye.

We need to say goodbye.

Coulson’s words continued to ring in Fitz’s head as he stalked out of the lab with purpose, heading straight for containment and that damn monolith. He couldn’t just say goodbye to Jemma, like she was just some…some person. She was Jemma, she was different – she was everything.

Fitz wasn’t giving up on her, no matter what Coulson said. There was one thing left to try, one last ditch effort, one desperate final attempt to find her. And if it didn’t work?

Well, he reasoned grimly as he grabbed a shotgun, either way it shook out, he’d still be with Jemma.

Once at the door of the storage room, Fitz tore down the caution tape without a second thought, kicking the door right open. He took two steps inside the room, then paused as he noticed the monolith just beginning to melt into its liquid form.

Perfect timing.

Leveling the shotgun, he blasted off the locks keeping the monolith contained, yanked open the door of the case, and not giving it another thought, Fitz jumped straight in.

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This Is War || MINHO x READER – SMUT!

Hey guys!

Yes, yet another one-shot with Minho and the same OC. :)

Warnings: sexual themes (smut)

This is unbeta’d.

It was a hot, sunny day at the Glade. Most of the boys (there was around fifty of them at the moment minus the Runners who were, as usual, out in the Maze), decided to get rid of their clothes so they mostly wandered around half-naked.

Shirtless boys digging and planting in the gardens, shirtless boys laying in the grass, shirtless boys hammering on top of the Homestead – shirtless boys everywhere.

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Random Lyric Starters (Part Two)
  • "They don't want me to know."
  • "Lately I just wonder where you're at."
  • "You and I are young."
  • "The streets are talking."
  • "Don't outsmart your common sense."
  • "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
  • "You tell me I'm a wreck,"
  • "Now you're just a memory."
  • "She wants to make every stray a pet."
  • "Jesse's gettin' ready."
  • "I gave some guy my car."
  • "My kids think I'm a joke."
  • "Been my best friend since I was sixteen."
  • "I'm crazy for you."
  • "Break out your dancin' shoes."
  • "Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand."
  • "Every time I ran, I ran to you."
  • "I prayed real hard."
  • "Would you love me if I was crazy?"
  • "You got a big mouth, and you should've shut it."
  • "Just friends."
  • "I'll do anything that you want me to."
  • "We're just alike,"
  • "I miss you being here."
  • "We were seventeen and invincible,"
  • "I got a shiver down to the bone."
  • "I know your name."
  • "I just wanna blow your mind."
  • "You know I don't think before I talk when I got a good buzz."
  • "Please help me help my stupid self."
  • "There's no need to complicate it."
  • "I can't take another second of this god damn town."
  • "You can't say that I never tried."
  • "It'll only take a minute to tell you everything."
  • "Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt."
  • "We can stay this way forever,"
  • "I tried my best to care about you."
  • "If you wanna know what I'm made of, just look at my truck."
  • "I keep you in my heart, in my own way."
  • "I wish that I could press rewind somehow."
  • "She wants a cabin in the woods."
  • "Just breathe."
  • "I'm gonna hook up with your mom."
  • "I can't stand to hear her heartbreak."
  • "Can I marry you?"
  • "I'm 23 and invincible."
  • "I just wanna be alone with you."
  • "I still believe in you."
  • "Tequila makes me do dumb things."
  • "I knew this wouldn't last."
  • "I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore."
  • "I need a saving grace."
  • "You're all talk."
  • "This is what brothers are for."
  • "You're still here, and I'm still here."
  • "High school can be so rough, can be so mean."
  • "I blacked his eye the night after our daddy died."
  • "Have a nice life."
  • "I don't have to meet your mother."
  • "I miss our pillow fights."
  • "No matter what you'll never be alone."
  • "We're never gonna be as young as we are tonight."
  • "I meant it every time I said I loved you."
  • "Baby, come give me a kiss."
  • "I'm sorry if I upset you."
  • "That's all she wrote."
  • "I'm gonna put your shit out on the lawn."
  • "I feel a sin coming on."
  • "I've never seen a hearse with a trailer hitch."
  • "I don't have to take your heart."
  • "As long as I'm breathing I'll love you to death."
  • "If I told you I loved you, would it make you wanna stay?"
  • "Sister's got a boyfriend daddy doesn't like,"
  • "The highway don't know you're alive."
  • "We're really not that far apart."
  • "I couldn't do a damn thing."
  • "Now she's got a boyfriend, and I've got a rock band."
  • "You say that I'm a mess."
  • "Time is running out."
  • "Take me into your loving arms."
  • "I've been watchin' you."
  • "Guess nothing really ever goes the way it's planned"
  • "Hold onto your innocence."
  • "I can feel you breathe."
  • "I don't wanna wreck your Friday."
  • "You come back, ya hear?"
  • "At least I made you laugh."
  • "I can't live without you, baby."
  • "A little messed up but we're all alright."
  • "It started with a pointless argument."
  • "You know I say a lot of things when I've been drinking."
  • "We're up when the rooster crows."
  • "I'd sell my soul just to see your face."
  • "Everything was gonna be alright"
  • "Everybody in here knows your name."
  • "I was just too far gone and all alone."
  • "I know I wasn't fair."
  • "There were so many things I wanted to say."
  • "I've taken a ride in the devil's Cadillac."
  • "I guess you never knew me at all."
  • "Tomorrow we'll do it all over again."
  • "Do you think of me at night?"
  • "It's always been you."
  • "I wanna do everything you do."
  • "When it's all said and done you can walk instead of run."
  • "I don't wanna change your mind."
  • "I just don't get it."
  • "I was a little out of my mind."
  • "I still wish we could've made it right."
  • "I just wanna take your time."
  • "We don't have anywhere to go but up."
  • "At least I could be honest about that."
  • "We all know why we're here."
5SOS Preference #28: Bad Day
  • Ashton Irwin: "I t-thought I was doing great, A-ashton." I sob into his muscular chest while he holds me into his arms. After I got home from finding out that I got let off from my job, he took me upstairs and made me lay down with him. That's when the water works came. "And you did, baby," Ashton whispers to me, rubbing my back in a calming manor. "You did wonderful." My chest shakes as I try to find my breath. "I wish I w-would've known what I could've d-done better," I admit in whisper, my voice cracking. "I'm f-fucking terrible, Ash." Ashton presses his lips against my forehead. "You're amazing, (Y/N)," He whispers gently as my sobs quiet down. "You are absolutely amazing." I sniff and move closer towards him and try to focus on his gentle and sweet gestures. "Just breathe, sweetheart," He breathes quietly, giving my forehead a kiss. "Just relax, I got you."
  • Luke Hemmings: "Hey, hey, what's that matter?" I ask, gently, after Luke rests his head on my lap without answering my usual "how was your day" question twice. He shrugs and just looks at the ceiling above us. "Well something's on your mind." I whisper, my hand playing with blonde locks. "I should quit." He admits in a whisper. "What?" I ask, my fingers running through his hair. "It's too much, (Y/N). The band is." Luke mumbles. "I'm no good." I shake my head. "Nonsense." I say back. "You should've heard me today, (Y/N). I playing all the wrong chords and was off with everything. I don't belong-" I stop his babbling by leaning down and kissing his lips. "You're speaking like you're crazy, my love." I whisper to him before kissing his cheek. "But-" "Hush." I say then kiss his lips. "Today just wasn't your day. But tomorrow will be. Don't say that craziness because you and I both know that you don't mean it. You belong and I love you. Okay?" I finish and Luke nods. "Okay." He whispers before smiling and I kiss his lips.
  • Calum Hood: "Oh C-Calum." I cry hard into his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. "Shhh, darling. It's okay." He whispers to me as he runs his hand down my back gently. "No, i-it's not okay!" I yell into his shoulder, my hand smacking his chest. "I-I feel so...so b-broken." I say in defeat. "It was not your fault, baby." He says softly to me. I pull away from him and sit back on the passengers seat, wiping my eyes with my fingers. My heart sinks more every time I think of the blood and the pain. "I want a b-baby, Cal." I whisper as my eyes well up again with tears. "And we'll have one, darling," He whispers to me, taking my hands. "One day, we will." Tears run down my face and I sniff. "I feel terrible." I sob shakily. He pulls me into his chest again and I lose it. "Baby, you didn't do anything wrong. This is a natural thing." Calum reassures me. I sob into his shoulder and hold onto him again tightly. "We'll have a baby one day. I-I promise." He reassures me again, his voice breaking while he tries to hold back his own tears.
  • Michael Clifford: "Are you sure you're alright?" I ask Michael before sitting next to him on the couch. He nods his head as he scrolls through his phone. His eyes move across the phone screen, reading something. I sigh and return back to my movie. "(Y/N)?" Michael asks quietly. "Hmm?" I say, turning my head to him. "Do you like my hair?" He asks me with hopeful eyes. I nod my head before looking up at his blueberry hair. "I actually really love it." I admit and he gives me a smile. "You do?" He asks softy and I nod again. "Of course. Why, babe?" I ask, taking his hand. He sighs and lays his head on my shoulder. "I've been getting shit all day from people about it," Michael mumbles. "They say I look even more gross with this color." My heart breaks at the horrible words. "How fucking rude." I admit out loud. "You're telling me." He whispers quietly. "Well I think you rock the color, hon." I admit in a whisper. "Thank you, babe." He says. "In fact," I say before straddling his lap. "I think you look even more sexier, baby." Then he leans into me and kisses my lips as I play with his hair.

babycakesbriauna  asked:

Despite the warm summer air, Olivia still had the chubby newborn bundled up. Fitz looked at the sleeping bundle in the car seat he was carrying. "Livvie, she looks like she's roasting."


The look on her face let him know that he should stop speaking immediately but when she turned to continue walking he moved the blanket over a little to give his baby girl some reprieve.

Harper had barely been home a month when she got, according to the doctor, a very common viral infection. In simple terms, a cold. But her mucus filled nose and small fevers had induced panic in Olivia and caused her to go into helicopter mom overdrive. It didn’t help that the baby had yet to gain any color so she turned bright red at any sign of overheating which promptly earned her the nickname ‘Rosie’.

They crossed the small parking lot and made their way into the freezing hospital lobby, where Fitz immediately adjusted the light jacket that he was wearing. He knew that the maneuver didn’t escape her attention as soon when he caught her rolling her eyes.

It had been like this for nearly two weeks. Two weeks of eye rolling and deep sighs and pointed looks. The only time she’d directly said anything to him was to kick him out of their bedroom and to inform him of this appointment fifteen minutes before she was about to leave the house when he confronted her.

“You know you’ll have to at least pretend like you care whether I exist or not once we get off this elevator.” Fitz warned, trying to keep his voice steady, as they walked into the metal box, so that she wouldn’t hear the fear in his voice that she really didn’t.

He got exactly what he had expected which was silence and a sharp look as she faced the doors and refused to look at him again. As soon as the doors opened she was a different person. Or really just the person that he hadn’t seen in a while. A smile took over her face as she walked straight to the counter to inform the clerk of their arrival and then she sat next to him with a clipboard in hand, filling it out quickly.


“Can you pick up Harper? She’s starting to whine.”

This time it’s Fitz who rolls his eyes, mumbling under his breath. Her avoidance was another thing that he’d gotten used to within the last few weeks but before he could follow her instruction a nurse came out to guide them into a private exam room where the silence felt louder without the soft elevator music.

“We have to talk eventually.” Fitz tries again as Olivia slips off her clothes and hands them to him before slipping on the gown left for her. “You can’t spend the rest of our lives ignoring me.”

“Fitz, don’t act like you don’t know why I’m angry.” Olivia bites back, her sharp voice causing Harper to whimper from underneath all of the blankets in her lavender car seat. 

She’s in Fitz’ arms in an instant and her eyes are shut before he can even get her into a comfortable position in his arms. When his eyes finally meet Olivia’s again, they’re filled with longing so instead of retorting he just holds her gaze and tries to convey as much of an apology as he possibly can. 

The doctor comes in with a nurse before either of them can break the silence and the effervescent smile is back on her face. Fitz shakes his head subtly. If anyone should have been a politician it was her.

“Ms. Pope, President Grant.” The doctor nods at both of them before stopping directly in front of Olivia. “You guys are my favorite patients but I didn’t think I’d see you back here so soon.”

Olivia’s smile falters as she nods, briefly looking at Fitz before turning her attention back to the doctor but Fitz answers before she has to.

“Well, no offense Dr. Burgess but we weren’t really planning to see you either.”

She nods her head chuckling, the thick curls of her ponytail shaking with her small frame. Fitz liked her. In many ways she reminded him of his wife. She was thin, small, well spoken, and had a sneaky sense of humor. It was hard not to really.

“I know, I know.” She replies, gesturing for the nurse to come forward. “Which is why we’re going to take some blood to make sure that you really are pregnant and then we’ll go from there.”

The nurse takes that as her cue to begin and starts preparing Olivia’s left arm for the needle.

"And while she does that,” Dr. Burgess continues, taking the small purple frames from her face and tucking them into her pocket. “You, Mr. President, are going to hold your wife’s hand while I hold little Miss. Harper.”

Fitz laughs at the smile that she gives him, the small gap in her teeth adding charm to her bold personality. Nevertheless, he follows her orders and tucks his sleeping daughter into her arms and moves to Olivia’s side. She’s still not looking at him but she burrows her face in his chest for support and squeezes his hand as the needle breaks skin.

The room is silent while the nurse works, letting the vile fill up and when she’s done Olivia pulls away like she’d ended up in Fitz’ arms by accident.

“It wouldn’t be horrible if you were pregnant again.” Fitz whispers to her, hoping not to disturb the cooing coming from their doctor about how chubby Harper’s legs were. “Look at that kid, we did a good job.”

Olivia looks at him incredulously.

“We shouldn’t have kids because they’re cute. What kind of logic is that?”

“All I meant was that she’s not a bad looking kid. We’ve both seen worse so it wouldn’t be horrible if we had another one.”

Olivia shakes her head, a small smile coming across her face.

“I thought she’d have a little more color. She’s so pale.”

Fitz bursts into laughter at Olivia’s admittance. Harper had a light tint to her skin but curled in Dr. Burgess’ arms, who’s skin was such a perfect shade of brown that Crayola would have a hard time matching it, she looked like she could blend into the moon.

His laughter catches the doctor’s attention, causing her to move closer with the baby.

“If you don’t mind me injecting my two cents, having kids really close together like this usually seems like a pain at first but they always have someone to play with, you get all of the hard things out of the way at the same time instead of two or three years apart and when you get tired of them, they go off to college at the same time.” Her gaze softens as she takes in Olivia’s face. “And you really have nothing to worry about.”

Olivia nods her head at the reassurance but it’s not until the doctor hands her the baby and excuses herself to go check on the test results that her body calms completely.

The room is silent again as Olivia traces her daughter’s features. She was still so small that her face changed every day. Sometimes she’d look at her and she’d be a carbon copy of Fitz and then the next day Olivia and then the day after a perfect blend of the both of them. She could stare at her forever and never tire of it. 

“She doesn’t love me as much as she loves you.” Olivia whimpers into the quiet room, her voice filled with aching as she stares at the perfect little girl in her arms. “She only stops crying when you pick her up and when she smiles she smiles at you. She falls asleep in your arms and when she wakes up she looks for you. The only time she’s comfortable with me is when I’m feeding her or she’s sleeping and if you could feed her or she knew I was holding her when she was sleeping, she’d probably cry then, too.”

Fitz’ expression is pained as he looks at his wife. He knew she’d been thinking it. He knew it every time Harper whimpered and immediately quieted at his touch or when she wiggled incessantly when he entered her room. It was the looks that Olivia gave him. He could feel the hurt radiating off of her when Harper quieted as soon as he picked her up at night but cried for twenty minutes when Olivia did.

“Livvie, she doesn’t love one of us more.” He tries soothing her but really he has no idea what to say.

She doesn’t respond to him, though, continuing on her monologue.

“What happens if I really am pregnant and we have two kids that hate me? What then?” Her voice begins to rise, almost to the point of panic. “How am I supposed to be a good mother to two kids if I can’t even get the first one to acknowledge me? Harper doesn’t even like me.”

The shrillness of her hysterical voice wakes up the baby and she instantaneously bursts into tears which doesn’t help Olivia’s state at all. Fitz shakes his head, hoping that the rocking motion that Olivia’s started will calm them both but it doesn’t and before he knows it, Olivia has passed Harper to him and buried her face in her hands. He’s not holding her for more than fifteen seconds when her crying softens to whimpers and no more than thirty when the whimpering peters out altogether.

“See!” Olivia shouts into her hands, muffling her voice.

Fitz can her how choked up she is, see the moisture on the gown from where the tears are slipping between her fingers. He sets the baby back into her car seat and slips the custom pacifier into her mouth before turning to attend to his wife. Fitz uses his fingers to gently pry hers away from her face and begins kissing the tears from her face as soon as he can see it. By the time her face is dry and her breathing has returned to normal, Dr. Burgess is walking into the door with a sheet of paper in her hands, pausing in the door frame at the position of the couple.

Fitz was holding Olivia by her wrists and she was staring into his eyes sorrowfully.

“Do you need me to come back?” She asks in a soft voice, filled with compassion.

“No, it’s fine.” Olivia croaks, removing her hands from Fitz’ and sitting back on the exam table to face the doctor.

She looks at Fitz for a confirmation and he nods, knowing that Olivia wouldn’t want to draw attention to the fact that she’d been crying.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re ready for a congratulations or not but you are, in fact, pregnant.”

Olivia and Fitz nod, avoiding each other’s eyes as the doctor continues on with a small list of instructions that they’d heard for the first time barely a year prior. When she’s finally done, she offers the couple a good luck and some prenatal pills before vacating the room to allow Olivia to put her clothes back on. It was kind of ridiculous how the hospital wanted her naked for a simple blood test, she laments as she jumps back into her jeans, thinking of anything to keep her mind off of her the fact that her new pregnancy was indeed a pregnancy. There was still a small part of her that was hoping that the fifteen home tests that she took within the last couple of weeks were wrong.

Once Olivia’s clothes are back on and Harper is properly buckled back in her seat, they make their way from the exam room in silence, still avoiding each other when Dr. Burgess’ small figure quickly makes its way to them.

“I almost forgot,” She breathes trying to catch her breath as she hands over a small bag. “It’s for Harper. I wasn’t lying when I said that you are my favorites. It’s just a small gift.”

Olivia takes it from her since Fitz is holding the car seat and begins searching through the bag pulling out a personalized elephant pacifier, a monogrammed elephant blanket, and a hand stitched elephant stuffed animal with Harper’s initials on the left foot.

“I just really like elephants.” She pronounces, her voice high pitched in excitement and her gapped smile coming out to play again.

It makes them laugh at how genuine she is.

“Plus, I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a problem since you’re republican.” She laughs, shooting a look at Fitz.

“Hey, you don’t see me objecting.” Fitz jokes with her but before he can continue Olivia pipes up.

“What he means to say is that we love it without any hidden political agenda.”

They all chuckle before the couple thanks her again and she disappears to do her job and then the smiles are gone. They walk with a good foot in between them and not a word or even a glance is passed between the two until later into the night when Fitz finds Olivia hovering over Harper’s crib.

“When I look at her I just think about all of the things that I’ve done wrong in the two and a half months that she’s been alive and I don’t know how I’m going to do it again. I just keep thinking about how sick she was and even though I was up with her all night and trying to sooth her, I still didn’t know how to fix it. I’m her mother and I didn’t know how to fitx it.” She whispers into the dark room, her eyes locked on the tiny human in the crib. “I’m just tired, Fitz. I love her, I do but I can’t help but think that I’m putting my life on hold to be a mother. I didn’t even want kids before I met you and I’m still not entirely sure that I even like kids. I worked my whole life to get where I am professionally and I can’t even go to work because I’m at home being a mom and I feel like I can’t complain to anyone because I’m supposed to love this and I feel like I can’t talk to you because you do love this. I don’t want to sit at home all day and think about arts and crafts projects or make cookies or organize PTA meetings. Harper’s already getting the short end of the stick and she doesn’t even know it and now I have to bring another kid into this life where I don’t give 100% because there will always be a part of me wanting to give fifty of that hundred to my job.”

Fitz observes her side profile with the help of the moonlight coming in from the bay window and lets Olivia’s confession sink into his mind.

“I’m old.”

“What?” She whispers sharply, her head turning to his immediately.

“I’m old. It’s not a speculation, it’s a fact. When the kids are graduating high school, I’ll be older than some of their friend’s grandparents.” He nods his head, validating his own statement before he continues. “I just worry that I have ten good years in me where I can run around and be with them before I become the old dad that no one wants anything to do with.”

Olivia’s eyes search his, waiting for the impending joke.

“I’m afraid, too but not once since Harper was conceived have I ever doubted you as a mother.”

Olivia shakes her head and turns back to the crib to study Harper’s small face some more.

“What’s the first thing that you do when I hug you?”

Olivia ignores him, staring ahead.

“Livvie?” He turns her head towards him. “What’s the first thing that you do when I hug you?”

“I breathe you in.”

“Exactly. She doesn’t love me more, she loves the way I smell and she gets happy when I come in the room because I toss her around a little bit and she thinks it’s funny while you don’t do it because you’re scared to hurt her.  She gets happy because she knows I’ll play with her. The reason she looks for me in the morning is because the week that you got sick I couldn’t get her to stop crying so I dipped her pacifier in syrup and gave it to her and now she looks forward to it.” He sighs heavily in the middle of his small speech. “She doesn’t love me more and you have done nothing that even remotely suggests that you are a bad mother. Harper doesn’t think so and I’m sure Gerry won’t either.”


“I think it’s going to be boy this time and I was right about Harper so I think you should just go with it.”

Olivia nods with a small smile on her face, intertwining her fingers with his and stepping into his arms.

“I love you. I know I haven’t said it in a while but I do love you.” She murmurs into his chest.

“I love you, too.” He pauses, kissing her forehead. “Does that mean that I can move back into our bedroom?”

His face is hopeful as he stares down at her causing her to chuckle.

“Yes, you can move back into our bedroom.” She kisses his lips to seal the declaration but before she can slip her tongue into his mouth he pulls away.

“Does that mean we can have make-up sex? Because, in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve been cut off for a while.”

Olivia gives him a mirthful look and shakes her head.

“Don’t you think we should cool it for a bit, I mean, that is what got us in this situation in the first place. Just because I said you can move back in doesn’t mean that I’ve completely forgiven you for getting me pregnant twice in the last year.”

It’s his turn to shake his head as he laughs softly, dragging her from Harper’s nursery to their bedroom.

“At this point it’s not like I can get you pregnant again.”

“Fitz, no.” She argues but once they’re behind the closed door of their bedroom she can feel her resolve melting at the look in his eyes.

He expects her to stick to her word so he moves towards the bed, throwing off his pajama pants and shirt before getting in on his side. She eyes him as he seriously gets ready for bed and waits until his eyes lock with hers before she strips her pants and seductively pulls of her cami.

“You have about an hour and forty-five minutes until I have to feed the baby again.”

He nods his head looking like a hopeful puppy at the prospect of having her in bed with him and it makes her giggle as she climbs in letting him push her underneath him to kiss her neck.

“I can do a lot in an hour and forty-five minutes and there’s a chance that she’ll sleep through the night.” He mumbles with zeal, causing her to laugh again.

It was almost surreal that they woke up this morning saturated in anger as family of three but they would go to bed cuddled in each other’s arms in complete bliss as a family of four. It was almost like the perfect little slice of heaven.

cerisebian-remade  asked:

saw your post and… #19 on that one post (“The paint’s supposed to go /where/?”) for any of the love square ♥️

doin ladrien because i’m garbage

Ladybug didn’t know how she’d gotten into this situation. Luck? Cruel irony? Either way, she was certain her face was as red as her suit as Adrien gaped at her. 

“The paint’s supposed to go where?” he said, staring. 

Ladybug swallowed hard and put everything she had into keeping her voice from cracking. “On your back,” she said. 

Adrien blinked. “When you asked if you could paint me, I thought you meant, like… paint me. Not–” 

“Paint on you,” Ladybug hastily finished for him. “Yeah. I realize now I was a little vague. Sorry. The professor said–” 

“So your assignment is actually to–” 

“Paint a person like a canvas, yes.” 


“Do you still want to–” 


Ladybug gaped for a minute at his outburst, before stammering through an explanation. “If you want to back out, I understand, it isn’t really what you–”

“No, it’s fine!” Adrien was smiling now, and there was a sparkle in his eyes. “I think it sounds like a great idea.” 

Before Ladybug realized what was happening, Adrien had tossed his white shirt on his couch and was pulling his t-shirt off. She had to physically stop a gasp with her hand as she caught a glimpse of his bare chest. 

Three seconds, she told herself. You get three seconds, Dupain-Cheng. 

One. Holy.

Two. Fucking

Three. Shit

I mean, he is a model. Ladybug forced herself to turn away and reached for her paints. She prepped her palette and realized Adrien was watching her. 

“What are you going to paint?” he asked. 

Ladybug looked everywhere but at Adrien as she shrugged. “I’m not sure. I was just going to start and see what happened.” 

Adrien’s smile was unfairly bright. “That sounds great,” he said. “Should I lie down on the couch?” At Ladybug’s nod, he laid a towel across the couch and flopped face down on top of it. “Ready,” he said, looking over his shoulder. 

Ladybug, palette and brush in hand, approached him. She tried to push past her floundering nerves and see Adrien’s back as nothing more than a canvas. An empty canvas, waiting to be filled. Colors started to circle around each other in her mind’s eye, and she smiled. 

With a surprisingly steady hand, she dipped her brush in blue and brought it to his skin. 

Adrien let out a low hiss through his teeth, and Ladybug jerked the brush back. “Sorry!” she whispered. 

“No, it’s okay!” Adrien said. “Just a little cold.” 

“Oh. Okay. Can I—”

“Yeah, continue.“

Ladybug brought her brush down again, and after a moment’s hesitation, began to paint.

It was odd, at first. It was hard enough painting on such a strange surface as skin, and the knowledge that it was Adrien’s skin was a bit of a stumbling block. But as she put more and more color onto his back, it became easier to forget that this was a person. She became engrossed in the painting, leaning close and curling around him to get the angles right. She barely registered the ripples of Adrien’s back muscles or his slight movements.

After a little while, Ladybug leaned back. She gazed down at the painting she’d done, the gears in her head still turning. Adrien glanced over his shoulder and asked, “Is it done?”

“Almost,” Ladybug said. She mixed a bright orange on her palette and began smearing it onto her lips. And then, before her mind could catch up to her, she leaned down and pressed a paint smeared kiss onto Adrien’s back.

It was in the moment of contact that Adrien’s entire body tensed up and Ladybug realized what she was doing. Eyes suddenly wide, she stiffened and pulled back.

Well, it certainly completed the image. She’d painted a female sun and a male moon, clasping hands in the night sky. And now there was an orange kiss-print on the moon’s collarbone that matched the color of the sun perfectly. As she looked at it, Ladybug was torn between pride in her work and mortification at what she’d just done. She coughed and tried to rub some of the remaining paint from her mouth. “Done,” she said, her voice raspy with embarrassment.

Adrien clambered off the couch, spinning in a few circles as he tried to glimpse the paint on his back. Ladybug smiled a little and laughed at the image. Like a golden retriever trying to catch his tail. He stopped suddenly, and marched out of the room.

Frowning, Ladybug followed him. “Where are you going?”

“I want to see it!” He called back, his voice wild and excited.

Ladybug found him in the bathroom, pulling a floor length mirror off of the door. She took it from him and held it up. Adrien rotated until he found the best angle, and then stopped, eyes wide.

“Wow,” he said. “This is amazing.”

Ladybug’s face flushed and her chest tightened with pride. She moved her eyes from his back to his face, so she could watch his reaction. His face was slightly slack, but his eyes were filled with wonder. Suddenly, his eyes met hers in the mirror, and she offered a small (but hopefully sweet) smile. He returned it.

“Ladybug,” he said. “This is beautiful.”

Her smile stretched wider, and she inhaled a deep breath. “Thank you,” she breathed.

He was still looking at her, and she was still looking at him. Some part of her realized that this was an abnormal amount of time to be staring at someone, but still she stared. Then, briefly, Adrien’s eyes flickered to her lips and he took a stuttered step towards her, and something in Ladybug’s heart twinged. She took another deep breath and broke the eye contact. It was an almost painful kind of relief, like she’d been held up by countless puppet strings, and they’ve been cut, leaving pieces of her tingling with the sudden absence of tension.

“Thank you for letting me paint you,” Ladybug said, staring at the floor.

“Anytime,” Adrien breathed, and when Ladybug finally looked into his face and saw pure warmth, she knew he meant it.

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  • "This thing's bound to break."
  • "Why don't you make yourself available?"
  • "You said you want me, but you want me to leave."
  • "After it all, it's still repairable."
  • "I need to feel something, cause I'm still so far from home."
  • "Promise me you'll never leave my side."
  • "You can drag me through Hell if it meant I could hold your hand."
  • "If I fell in love with you would you understand me, dear?"
  • "Love is weird."
  • "I really can't believe I lost myself again."
  • "I wrote a song about your eyes."
  • "Ate a slice of cherry pie and I cried all night."
  • "I miss those blue eyes."
  • "I miss everything about you."
  • "I can't believe it, I still want you after all the things we've been through."
  • "I never should have walked away."
  • "I never told you what I should have said."
  • "Hope when the crowd screams out, they're screaming your name."
  • "Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay."
  • "Hope that you fall in love, and it hurts so bad."
  • "The only way you can know is give it all you have."
  • "I did it all."
  • "I owned every second that this world could give."
  • "I swear I lived."
  • "I'm breaking my back just to know your name."
  • "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend."
  • "I've got potential."
  • "I'm leaving without you."
  • "You seem quite nice for a girl with good looks."
  • "I bet I'm not number one on your list to kiss."
  • "You seem quite shy, but you’re so cute."
  • "Just take a chance, try to hold my hand."
  • "Honey, why are you crying? Is everything okay?"
  • "My girl's in the next room... sometimes I wish she was you."
  • "I guess we never really moved on."
  • "It's really good to hear your voice saying my name."
  • "You make it hard to be faithful."
  • "Does he know you're talking to me? Will it start a fight?"
  • "She wears red when she's feeling hot."
  • "I don't know what she sees in me."
  • "She makes me feel like shit, but I can't get over it."
  • "She's everything I ask for and just a little bit more."
  • "She loves music but she hates my band."
  • "She's not big on holding hands, but that's alright 'cause I still got her."
  • "She keeps up on current affairs and Prada is what she wears."
  • "I'm freaking out because I'm just so lucky."
  • "How could I be so wrong?"
  • "What, did you forget or something?"
  • "Call me up, 'cause you know that I'll be there."
  • "This is so messed up, but that doesn't mean I don't care."
  • "You loved me last night, but what about today?"
  • "You keep saying that we were meant to be; well it must be the alcohol."
  • "Wait, why are you kissing me? I thought you need some time alone."
  • "You tried to punch the waitress, let's get out of here."
  • "I think I like you, and I think you like me too."
  • "Dreaming comes so easily, 'cause it's all that I've known."
  • "True love is a fairy tale."
  • "I'm scared and I'm alone."
  • "I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say."
  • "Will anyone get close to me?"
  • "I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know."
  • "I can't imagine all the people that you know and the places that you go."
  • "I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams."
  • "Dammit, you're so young."
  • "If I hurt you then I'm sorry, please don't think that this was easy."
  • "Doesn't she look good, standing in her underwear?"
  • "I think you can do much better than me."
  • "I told myself I won't miss you, but I remember what it feels like beside you."
  • "I really miss your hair in my face and the way your innocence tastes."
  • "I found those pictures I took that you were looking for."
  • "If there's one memory I don't want to lose? That time at the mall, you and me in the dressing room."
  • "Wish I never would've said it's over."
  • "I won't think about you when I'm older."
  • "We never really had our closure."
  • "For tonight, I'll stay here with you."
  • "I could've treated you better."
  • "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you."
  • "I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."
  • "I mean, I really think you like me."
angst starters; little mix edition
  • Post these as starters or send them to my ask!
  • "We'll always be together, forever, always."
  • "Am I still not good enough?"
  • "Am I still not worth that much?"
  • "Everything could've been ours."
  • "I remember you and what we're like."
  • "I don't wanna let you waste my time."
  • "I tried to smile today but then I realised there's no point anyway."
  • "I've called a hundred times."
  • "If I hear your voice, I'll be fine."
  • "(Since) I'm already losing you."
  • "I wish I could get the day back and tell you it's alright."
  • "I'm better with you here by my side."
  • "It's so long since you have treated me like I deserved."
  • "I'm through will wish the things with you and me could be so good."
  • "She made you feel like you're worthless."
  • "You just don't deserve this."
  • "You're safe with me."
  • "Got a lump in my throat just thinking of you."
  • "I don't know what's happening."
  • "Doesn't matter if I should or if I scream, they're coming for me."
  • "They're coming for me."
  • "They won't take me back."
  • "I don't want to go back."
  • "Daddy doesn't think that you'll be good enough for me."
  • "I have to lie about how good you make me feel."
  • "It's funny 'cause at times it feels like us against the world."
  • "I'd rather die (with you)."
  • "Tell me you won't break my heart."
  • "But sometimes it can get so hard pretending it's OK."
  • "Don't leave me standing by myself."
  • "He told you he never ever hurt you."
  • "Look at how many times he let you down."
  • "You're holding back tears in your eyes."
  • "You're never gonna get with the (diamond) ring."
  • "You are not the boy you said you'd be."
  • "How can I love you boy if you're going nowhere, we're going nowhere."
  • "Don't have the strength to see you cry."
  • "How am I supposed to look at you like that?"
  • "All you ever really do is hold me back."
  • "I deserve some respect."
  • "Seems like I never compared."
  • "Wouldn't notice if I disappeared."
  • "I'm sorry for the way my life turned out."
  • "This is all I can be."
  • "You want the best, so sorry that's clearly not me."
  • "Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?"
  • Feel free to add more!

anonymous asked:

What if Fareeha has a phobia that's unexpected somehow? eg acrophobia(OH THE IRONY) or something funny, and nobody knows that the normally brave and stoic Fareeha can actually be scared?

I truly started this out as something humorous … it very quickly went down hill … aaah oops. 😅

Thank you so much for the prompt!!


The thing about irrational fears is that they are … irrational. They make no sense. None at all.

Fareeha has not tried to explain the experience. Has not wanted to try to find the words to describe the feeling of inevitability. (The worst experience in the world is one which Fareeha deals with everyday. She lies to herself, says it will make her strong.) Has not wanted to try to defend herself. She is not ashamed.

… Perhaps she is a little ashamed.

A fear of moderate heights, for someone who spends a large portion of her day-to-day at extreme heights is … irrational.

Still, it’s manageable. She does not climb up trees, or roofs. Will not stand on cliff edges. Mutes the communication channel for the twenty or so seconds it takes to descend from her discomfort zone to the ground. She will not let them hear her hyperventilate. No one is the wiser.

It is manageable.

It is manageable until it isn’t.

“I do not want it,” says Fareeha, who is normally a bit stoic, but never unjustly so.

Angela is not in the mood for a battle of wills. She is tried and she is trying to save lives.

“I’m installing it in everyone’s armor,” Angela replies, “if I can have a constant read on your vitals, I will know when I need to come to your aid.”

Fareeha clenches her jaw, looks purposefully just above Angela’s head, protectively positioned between her and the Raptora.

“Install it in everyone else’s. Not in Raptora.”

Fareeha knows she is being ridiculous. Knows Angela is only trying to help; Angela only ever wants to help. Still, she will not be persuaded.

Something flashes across Angela’s face and Fareeha recognizes it as the same look her mother used to give her right before she’d said “I’m doing this because I love you.” When Fareeha applied to Overwatch and Ana came home that night with her application, ‘rejected’ written in the top in her mother’s script. It is not a declaration of love, but it is a declaration of that tender emotion which comes with concern for the welfare of those you care about. The idea that a person knows what’s best for another person, independent of reason - based solely in feeling.

Fareeha wants to feel sorry, but will not allow herself. She is an adult, she is capable of taking care of herself.

“Fareeha,” Angela says, she sounds so tired, “I want your permission on this … but if I have to, I will get Solider: 76 to allow it…”

And later that afternoon, they both stand in 76’s presence. Angela argues her case, Fareeha tried to defend hers, and Angela is granted the permission to install the equipment. Fareeha clenches her jaw and salutes because she is a solider, and a solider does not argue against their command officer. A solider thinks of the group before themselves. A solider betrays no fears. Still.

Fareeha feels something like betrayal.


The next mission they’re assigned to takes them to the desert, bullets rain and Fareeha rains justice. Towards the end of the fight, her fuel tank depletes and Fareeha is cursing in three different languages as she finds a rock to take cover under.

Because it is habit she mutes the comms just as she’s nearing that point where she is not high enough to be safe, not low enough to run, where she sits like a target and feels the most exposed. Her vision tunnels, her ears ring, her breathing is short and erratic. She counts to five then down from five then to negative five as the psych evaluator who cleared her for the army had instructed.

This time there is yelling in her ear. A private communication channel has been opened between she and Mercy through no action of her own and Mercy is panicky.

“Pharah?” She barks, “Pharah, report!”

Fareeha lands; her boots in the soft sand and it is a blessing. She breaths deeply twice and then opens the channel, she hopes her voice is not shaky, but it probably is.

“I am fine,” she responds. The gun fire has died away. Her visor tells her that Jesse is dispatching of stragglers, that Hana is deboarding her MEKA, that Angela is coming toward her.

“Your vitals are all over the place,” Angela says, her voice efficient and precise. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Fareeha replies, “no, everything is fine.”

“What happened?”

Fareeha hears it in her ear piece, but also in the flesh as Angela lands beside her. She takes off her helmet, Angela’s eyes are doing a quick analysis.

Fareeha knows she cannot hide it anymore, she wipes the sweat from her brow. Avoids the doctor’s eyes.

“It was just-” she stops, clears her throat, “just a panic attack.”

Angela watches her for a few moments, seems to think deeply for too long. And then asks:

“How long has this been going on for, Fareeha?”

It’s not disapproval, not really. It would be hard to call it anger either. It’s … something else. Something Fareeha cannot name. Which seems to be a trend in her life.

“Since I joined Helix,” Fareeha admits. “I have a … small fear of heights.”

Angela raises her hand, as if to brush it across Fareeha’s cheek, and then falls short, let’s it rest back at her side.

“You should have told me about this sooner,” she says, “as your doctor, I should know these things.”

“You should not have forced me to let you monitor my condition,” Fareeha retorts, “I should be allowed to decide what I share.”

Mercy frowns, the crease between her brows deepens.

“Normally,” she says after a moment, “I would agree with you. But you are part of a unit and there are certain liberties you forfeit when you join an organization like this.”

Fareeha knows. She knows because she is a solider. This is the life she has chosen.

“I know,” she says.

“These repeated attacks are not good for your heart,” Mercy continues.

“I know,” Fareeha repeats, feels genuinely bad.

“I-” Mercy stops, considers her next words, moves forward: “I worry about you,” she says, “let me help you.”

There is not a word for the flutter in Fareeha’s chest which feels like it could be a panic attack, in a different life, but in this one is so much more pleasant - more filling. Not a word she knows, not a thing she could articulate, but she feels it just the same.

“I’m sorry,” she says. Not for the reluctance, not for not saying it earlier. If it happened all over; Fareeha would not change a thing. Only sorry for the worry. She never wanted to make Angela worry for her.

“Me, too,” Angela replies. There’s a lot of depth to it.

jiminsbuttock  asked:

Hi there!! I seriously don't understand how elena can "love" damon at all. Delena fans like to boast about how "her feelings for damon were built up over time" and a blah blah but I like to believe that she only even cared for him because he was stefan's brother. Otherwise, I don't see how she could've fallen in love with him that deeply. Any ideas? Btw tis a hard life being a loyal stelena fan when delena is always being shoved up our asses :(

Hi! Let me just say that I think you’re absolutely right. I know the DE stans and even the showrunners think this is a love story, but seriously, where is the love? Where is the story? Let’s look at the facts (that’s what we all love to do, isn’t it, dragging DE stans with pure, simple facts, and what makes it even more fun is that they can’t do it with us, lol). Here it goes.

How and when did Elena fall in love with Damon? They show tried shove 3x01 down our throats, but seriously? Do they not even realize how stupid that sounds? Because a) Damon did not find that necklace, Alaric was the one who found it and for some ridiculous reason, Alaric believed that Damon should be the one to give it back to Elena, even though Alaric side-eyed Damon constantly and even asked Elena what the hell she thought she was doing with Damon all the damn time, so no, I don’t think Elena’s legal guardian would’ve actually wanted Damon to spend some forced moment with his protégé. Then b) if giving something back that already belonged to her (like, I seriously can’t stress this point enough, the necklace was hers already) is the most selfless thing he ever did, then I seriously pity the guy and I pity their relationship, if something as simple as that is the most selfless he’s ever been… I mean, I’ll let you guys do the math, lol. And c) during that entire “session” with Alaric in 6x02 she kept talking about Stefan, because it was actually exactly like that, she only ever had some creepy “moment” with Damon when Stefan physically or emotionally couldn’t be there, like in 1x19 when Stefan is high on blood she has that dance with Damon and in the entire third season Damon could creep under her skin because Stefan was high on blood again (and let’s keep in mind that both highs were beyond his control, it’s not like he chose to leave her!) and then in the fourth season Stefan couldn’t be there for her and help her through it the way they both wanted (because let’s face it, doing things the way Damon wanted her to do them made her feel beyond miserable, she wanted to tackle vampirism Stefan’s way) because the sire bond literally made that impossible. The only time the DE relationship “grew” was when Stefan couldn’t be around to be her boyfriend. And that is supposed to be a love story?

And I haven’t even talked about how Damon constantly disrespected the boundaries of the SE relationship and Stefan was never allowed to do the same thing. Damon could flash his junk to creep her out, Damon could stick his tongue down her throat whenever he saw fit while Stefan was even being punished for saving that ungrateful creep’s ass, Damon could tell her he loved her all the damn time, Damon could talk Stefan down and make disgusting jokes about his problems with his very nature, basically Damon could be a complete ass the entire time and drive a wedge between Stefan and Elena every chance he got, and Stefan was never allowed to do the same thing. When Stefan was gone in 3x02, Damon said “Stefan is gone and he’s never coming back” when Stefan literally had only been gone one summer, and in the twenties he was a ripper for a decade and he recovered from that. But in 5x10 Stefan had to say “you never give up on me, so don’t give up on him” after Elena found out Damon lied about road trips so he could go kill innocent people over something that made him butt hurt sixty years ago. Like, they actually forced Stefan to be their number one cheerleader because if they hadn’t, the DE relationship would’ve died its inevitable death ages ago. Elena legit shrugged when Bonnie asked if she was just going to leave things (the break up) the way they were. She shrugged. And the two times the show allowed Stefan to actually be intimate with her (I’m talking about 4x19 and 5x04 if it wasn’t obvious already) Elena looked hella confused and shaken up. Like, if the show would allow Stefan to disrespect the boundaries of her relationship with Damon like they allowed Damon to do from the very start, then Elena’s “love” for Damon would’ve been far less steady because that girl wanted Stefan so badly in 5x04, I’m not even kidding, there’s a reason the show deliberately never brought up that moment again.

This is getting a really long post so I’ll try to keep the last paragraph short. Yes, I have no problem believing Elena learned to care for Damon, because Stefan so obviously did (and don’t get me started on that bullshit that Elena taught Stefan to love Damon again, Stefan never stopped loving his brother, he didn’t need Elena for that, and god knows Elena didn’t bring back Damon to Stefan, either, because Damon was horrible to his brother for seven seasons now because he’s so fucking insecure about Elena loving/needing/wanting Stefan still) and because Stefan cared about Damon, automatically that means she had to, too, because she wouldn’t want to see Stefan hurt if something were to happen to Damon. I also have no problem believing she was intrigued by his obsession with her, she was a seventeen year old girl and this mysterious, beyond dangerous guy for some reason decided she was the only one he could never harm (and I mean physically, because he emotionally wrecked her on more than one occasion) and to seventeen year olds that shit is hot. But love? I’m sorry, but I tried to come up with reasons for her to love him and footage not found. I know that the show is writing their relationship as a love that is strong enough to overcome everything (him killing generations of innocent people, him using her brother as a pawn in his game, him physically attacking her friends even after he was supposedly already “in love” with her (Matt in 4x01 anyone?), him actually killing her brother over man pain, her admitting he made her bend her morals, her being called out by her childhood friends and her brother on becoming a terrible friend/sister), like, their love is big enough so that all of those things simply aren’t even an issue to her, but why? What do they do that justifies letting all of these things slide? The show has a long history (since season four basically) of telling instead of showing and I have such a problem with it. DE aren’t a couple because they aren’t made to be a couple. That’s why in season six they did the whole she’ll-fall-in-love-with-him-all-over-again (and again, why did she? footage not found!) because they couldn’t and still can’t write them as a couple. That’s why they pulled scenes out of their asses to make it looking like they had something meaningful, because on the actual show, again, footage not found. Stefan and Elena were a couple to the point where both the characters on the show and the audience were looking in from the outside (often literally, just check the way their intimate scenes were filmed, there’s a gif set on this actually). Damon and Elena fought and fucked.

Like, hearing people comment on their “love story” blows my mind because honestly, please, can someone explain this to me, how and why do they have love? I don’t get it!

Thoughts on “It Could’ve Been Great”

- gems watching the sunset = super cute
- the gems ignoring Peridot as she screams = super hilarious
- Steven telling Peri that they need to take a break, who is the adult here?
- OK do you understand that Steven sang those notes ONCE and she immediately learned it and could name the notes back in seconds? Peridot is super smart, and to her it was “easy” and “exceedingly simple”
- the gems shocked that Steven convinced her to sing
- the gems smiling at her song
- I LOVED that they all had a part in the song
ok when Garnet playfully hits Peridot and she freaks out and they laugh at her, I get so upset. Something has happened to Peridot to make her constantly afraid of someone hurting her. When she has her limb enhancers (or the robot) she fights back, but not well. Without any equipment she just braces herself for pain. It’s not funny, something happened to this poor gem and I can only assume it was done by the one she adores, yellow diamond.
- Peridot didn’t even try to fight Stevens hug 1) CUTEE 2) I think she’s not scared of him hurting hurt
- Peridot screaming while warping to the moon LOL
- Steven is a good pet owner
- Peridot using her gem as a flashlight ! That’s the first time we’ve seen her do anything with her gem !
- Ok so gems can adjust to the gravity of any planet they land on - making them able to live and rule on any planet they want (thanks for that info peri)
- EVERY TIME Steven tries to do a kool flip he just crashes into the wall and floor I was dying
- Peridot legit worships yellow diamond - it’s a little scary. And she’s totally on board with “living to serve them”
- when Garnet gets mad at Peri for talking about serving the diamonds, Peridot makes up for it quickly. She doesn’t even try to say that they’re wrong for not serving the diamonds, she’s trying to change.
- Blue Diamond’s & Yellow Diamond’s gem = on their chest. (Potentially) White Diamond’s gem on her forehead; did Pearl belong to White Diamond?
- what was in that room that Garnet wanted to leave so fast?
- Peridots high pitched voice is adorable “IT’S PERFECTT”
- Peridot was so easily convinced to sit in that chair omg
- So the plan for Earth was, to basically have all of the life sucked out of it, with kindergartens and warp pads and everything, and have gems living and ruling their in their own colony.
- “what do you mean? It’s perfect…” Peridot is so INNOCENT when she asks that. The gems don’t get that this is all normal to Peridot. Why would the homeworld gems care about earth? This plan meant gem life expanded and increased, it sounds perfect to Peri. It’s normal for her, and she’s so genuinely confused about their reaction. It’s super wrong, but it’s all she knows.
- Even Steven looks horrified at Peridots words
- Peridot, again, took it too far with the comments about Rose
- Poor Steven still trying to help
- Steven stopping Garnet, who is the adult here?!
- “What I say?” Peridot, again, isn’t even trying to be mean ! She’s just stating what she thinks is normal. I’m mad at the gems for how they reacted. They need to realize that Peridot has gone centuries thinking and living a certain way. With diamonds, and classes, and jobs, and a plan to expand gem life and colonize different planets. Is any of this ok? No, but Peridot isn’t going to learn that in “several weeks” (as stated by Pearl).
- Poor Steven looks so disappointed :( I want her to see why they care about the Earth, I really do..

Ok. First off, Peridot is perfect and adorable and nobody can tell me otherwise. Secondly, I get that the gems spent their whole life fighting for something that Peridot so quickly mocked, but they have to understand that she’s not there yet. Honestly Steven reacted in the best way. He’s trying slowly to teach her, and is telling her when she’s wrong, but he just wants her to see the beauty in the life on Earth. He isn’t rushing her into this. I’m also super biased towards Peridot, and expect the gems to be more mature than her. 

The gems getting mad didn’t even upset me that much, it was Garnet ready to punch the life out of Peridot, and Steven needing to stop her, that really pissed me off. That’s such a bad example for him as a parent and I hope they’re able to calm down after all this. BUT WHAT THE HELL DID PERI STEAL DEAR LORD THEY DROVE HER TO DO THIS I HATE THIS SHOW WHY DO I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Peridot please don’t let your betrayal be that brutal, please you’re so close to being redeemed. 


I’m not gonna lie, watching this episode a few times to get these thoughts down was hard and emotionally draining. Their anger really got to me. I can only hope we see some what of a positive ending to all this during the bomb. The damn episode didn’t even end with a star yikes.

The gems need to calm down in their anger and understand Peridot needs time to grow. I love Peridot and hope her betrayal is redeemed during this bomb. 

ps. I plan on having this song on repeat for the next 30 years. 

anonymous asked:

Klaroline having sex in a supply closet

Is That a Broom in Your Pocket or…?

“Bonnie, are you alright?”

Caroline races through the door of the hospital room, worry and grief overtaking her for the entire ride over there.

“What the hell happened?” she asks, looking at her best friend’s leg in a cast and her arm in a sling.

“Ugh, so stupid. Kol and I were trying a new trick at the skate park where we go up, be fancy with the board and then bring it back down. Turns out when you come down, it’s kind of important to have the board underneath your feet.”

“Oh Bonnie,” Caroline says with sympathy and sets down the flowers she brought and sits next to her on the bed. “Why do you always let that idiot talk you into picking up these kinds of hobbies?”

“I can only assume you’re talking about me, darling,” the said idiot replies as he walks into the room.

“You know it.”

Kol and Klaus Mikaelson, were supposed to be flings for her and Bonnie. A wild one night stand with two cute Brits before the boys packed up and headed back to their motherland. Instead, a one night stand turned into the longest relationship Bonnie had ever been in and Klaus had pressing matters to attend to back in London and couldn’t stay.

She didn’t mind at the time, since she had a million and one things on her plate and a man just didn’t fit. But seeing Bonnie with Kol certainly makes her wonder what could’ve been with Klaus. Not to mention, the damn man was the best she’d ever had.

“Actually, Care, it was my idea to try the trick. Actually, I think picking up skating was my idea from the beginning.”

“See,” Kol says to Caroline, before walking over to sit in the chair next to Bonnie. “My girl has stupid ideas just like I do.” He grabs her hand and then leans over to give her a kiss. Bonnie giggles, and cradles his cheek with her uninjured hand. “Just a couple of idiots.” They kiss again and then again and then the room suddenly becomes too crowded for three people.

“Well…I’m just gonna go get some coffee,” she says awkwardly and backs out of the room.

She laughs and shakes her head before turning on her heel and stepping into the hallway. She turns right and is halted as she collides with someone else.

“Ohf,” she says and stumbles back. She thinks she’s going to fall but a pair of strong arms wrap around her and pull her close.

“Easy, love,” a familiar voice says, a voice she couldn’t forget even if she tried.

She looks up into the face of Klaus Mikaelson, his features unchanging since that night. His hair still a little long, his stubble still in place, and those lips…oh God, the memory of them on her skin still sending her libido into overdrive.

“Klaus,” she says, trying to clear the fog from her brain and wondering if he’s really here.

“Hello, Caroline,” he coos and loosens his grip and allows her to take a step back.

“Hey…wow…hi,” she fumbles with her words. “What- what are you doing here?”

“In town for business,” he tells her. “My brother and Bonnie are letting me stay with them for a few days.” 

“Oh.” She’s suddenly annoyed with Bonnie that she didn’t mention that Kol’s enigmatic, best-sex-of-her-life brother was going to be back in town. “When did you get in?”

“Just, actually. Took a cab here. Kol was supposed to pick me up at the airport but I believe Bonnie has had an accident?” he asks and peers around her at the door.

“She’s fine. Kol’s taking care of her. Which,” she gives him a knowing glance, “is why I’ve left the room.” 

“Ah, I see, and where are you headed to?”

“To find some coffee, I guess?” 

“Can I join you?” He smiles down at her and she feels her knees do that wobbly thing.


They walk for a little while in a slightly awkward silence. Both thinking of the last time they saw each other but neither wanting to bring it up.

“So,” Klaus finally say. “How have you been?”

“Good…good. I’ve been good.”

“Good,” he nods and they fall back into silence.

“Look,” Caroline says, mustering up some courage to tackle the elephant in the room. “The last time I saw you, it was great…and I would be kidding myself if I told you I didn’t think about it from time to time.” 

“Time to time?” he asks, as if that’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

“Well, yeah…I mean, I just want you to know that this doesn’t have to be weird. You know, if you weren’t expecting to see me while you were here or you know, if you just want to forget that it happened. I mean…I get it. It was fun but I’m not expecting anything from you.”

“Caroline,” he stops her ramblings. “That night is on my mind all the time.”

“It is?” she asks innocently, finally looking him in the eye.

“And before you start to even think that I wouldn’t want to see you, you should know that I had every intention of seeking you out the moment I was here.”


“One simply doesn’t forget the best night of his life.” He closes the small distance between them and places a hand on her shoulder, lightly caressing it before lifting his gaze to her once more.

“The best night? Really?” Her voice darkens with lust, as she places a hand on his chest and tilts her head up, their lips inches away from each other.

“You have ruined me, woman,” he whispers.

“I’m so glad I’m not the only one,” she whispers back.

They almost close the final gap between them when the door behind them opens and a man in a blue uniform steps out from it. She takes a step back, realizing that they’re in a very public place. The man walks away, a mop in hand and Caroline’s face lights up.

“Come on,” she tells him and pulls him toward the door reaching out to hold it before it shuts all the way. She turns around and pulls him forward and into the closet.

The room smells of chemicals, and is filled with bathroom supplies, mop buckets and unopened boxes on shelves. This is not how she pictured their reunion, if they were to ever have one. But it would have to do.

They stumble back and he grabs hold of her waist, wasting no time in gathering her in his arms and pressing a hard kiss against her mouth. She parts her lips and his tongue slips in, and she moans when it glides against her own. 

His hand slips underneath her, hoisting her up so her legs can wrap around him. He squeezes her ass before placing her against some shelves. The force of their action knocks some items from the top shelf loose and it’s suddenly raining toiletries. Caroline squeals in laughter as he ducks his head into the crook of her neck. She reaches behind and grabs the steel beams of the shelf for support as he drags his tongue and teeth across her neck and her collarbone, dipping his tongue between her breasts intermittently before finding her lips once more.

They part briefly to discard the first layer of their clothes. She reaches down for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head and he returns the favor. He moves forward with vigor, his knees knocking into the shelves and sending another wave of toiletries crashing down upon them.

A broom falls down and clunks Klaus in the head, who winces and tries to rub the pain away. He tries to bring his attention back to the task at hand but Caroline has been lost to a fit of giggles, which he succumbs too as well. 

“Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea,” Caroline snickers and rubs the spot on his head that the broom had collided.

“It was a great idea, love. Just poor execution.”

“Well maybe…” she says and wraps her arms around his neck, “…you should take me to dinner tonight and we can try this again properly?”

He smiles and kisses her gently. “I’d like that.”

They put their disheveled selves back together and Caroline hops off the shelf. He pulls her in his arms and gives her one last kiss before they open the door and head back out into the hospital hallway.

“What the hell?” A grumpy old man in the same blue jumper she saw earlier startles them.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” Caroline says smoothly to the man. “Someone made a terrible mess in there.”