and i hope to never think this is a good idea again

We don’t like each other tag || Danisnotonfire

A/N: So this is an idea I had some time ago. I decided to write it and upload it today. I think it’s the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you don’t mind.

Word count: 1,8 K

Summery: Dan and Y/N are both youtubers who meet again for a very special video. Love/Hate 

“Hey lovelies” I smiled and waved towards the camera that I had set up in front of my bed. It was my usual filming location but something was different today. I still wasn’t sure if my idea was a terrible or an incredibly good one.

“Today I have a little different video for you.” I excitedly exclaimed although my stomach was twisting and turning. I was so nervous I thought I’d throw up right onto the lens of my Canon.

“I have a special guest here. It’s someone who you would have never expected to see on this channel. Believe me, I’m kinda shocked, too. Anyways please welcome Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire” I announced to my viewers.

Dan suddenly jumped into the picture frame, smiling towards the camera.

“Hello Internet.” he said, trying hard not to cringe.

Stupid nostalgic signature phrase. Dan sat down on the bed next to me, careful to not let our bodies touch while doing so. I took a quick glance at him. He was wearing a jumper with zippers on his shoulders. What a dump invention. It seemed like he got even taller since the last time I had seen him, but that was impossible. Freaking giant.

“So the reason for our surprising collaboration is that I came up with a new Youtube video idea.

It’s called the ‘We don’t like each other tag'”

Dan couldn’t hide a slight smile as I said that.

“Great idea.” Dan sarcastically whispered under his breath, knowing well enough that I could hear him. Loud and clear. Asshole.

I shot him a warning look before I continued talking to the camera.

“What you don’t know is that me and Dan have known each other for a really long time. We actually went to the same kindergarten, primary school and high school.” I told my viewers.

Dan nodded. “Yeah, we have sadly known each other for that long.”

I snorted through my nose, enraged. He just sat there and cockily grinned.

“Right. So during all those years Dan got taller and even more arrogant but one thing didn’t change.

We never liked each other.” I explained.

Although that wasn’t entirely true. There was a time when we could stand each other quite well. That moment lasted for 10 seconds.

“Didn’t like is such an understatement. We hated each other.” Dan added, like the know-it-all he has always been.

For the split of a second I felt hurt sting in my chest, like a mean bee had made it’s way to my heart.

I shook it off and reminded myself that I had hated him too. I still do.

“So I have prepared a few question that we are going to ask each other. I thought they’d be fun or hard to do. It’s basically like the ‘Best friend tag’ just played with your biggest enemy.”

I had written questions on slips of paper and put them all into bowl. I gulped hard as I took the first slip out.

“What’s your favourite physical feature about each other ?” I read out loud.

Why I’m a doing this ?! That’s such a stupid question. Why did I write that down. Oh yeah, because I wanted to know his answer to it.

I eyed him up and down as if I had to search for something decent looking about him. I had spent my whole childhood with him. His chocolate brown eyes, his fluffy hair, or his damn dimples, yes I was well acquainted with those features.

“I guess your face is alright.” I answered nonchalantly, although I was actually sitting on needles. My hands were sweaty and my heart racing. Alright was such an understatement.

“Thanks.” Dan smirked and started to check me out.

I felt his streaking eyes travel over my body. His gaze made me feel vulnerable and insure, just like the shy me back in high school. Dan’s eyes landed on my chest. Although I wasn’t showing a lot of cleavage his eyes were glued to my breasts.

He cheekily grinned.

“I guess my favourite physical feature of yours have to be your boobs.” he told me completely unashamed.

Dan took a last glance at my chest before he said. “Boobs, yeah definitely.”

I rolled my eyes, totally infuriated.

Now it was his turn to reach into the bowl and pick a question.

“We don’t you like each other ?” He read out loud,with his posh British accent that reminded me of our home town.

Well that sounded like a question that could simply be answered, right ? Wrong.

I breathed in deeply.

“Your oh so sweet danisnotonfire ripped all my doll’s heads off in kindergarten.”

I stated jokingly, knowing that it wasn’t a legit argument.

Dan couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the memory. His laugh sounded through my Londoner apartment, it hadn’t changed a single bit.

“Your revenge was to push me into some bushes on the way home, remember?” Dan asked still laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. But things got way too serious way too soon again.

“In primary school Dan told everyone I had a contagious disease and nobody talked to me for a week.” I hissed, remembering all the pointing fingers and disgusted faces my friends made. He has always been mean and I never knew why.

“Wow, I was a genius even back then.” Dan said with a smirk. “Let’s not forget that you poured water onto my lap and told everyone I had wet myself a week after.” His voice sounded hurt. I bet his week wasn’t really amusing either, having everyone thing he still wets his pants.

Well, looks like I wasn’t the nicest little girl either. My actions where always based on revenge though. Never had I ever started one of our fights. I just made sure that Dan wouldn’t run over me completely. Compared to high school those years where the easy ones. Our biggest rivalry hadn’t even started yet.

As soon as we touched the topic we started shouting all of the things we did to each other in high school into each others faces. That list was long and I still hadn’t forgiven him for some of his actions.

We were both in wild rage. If we were not in our twenties I bet we would have already picked a physical fight.

“You embarrassed me in front of my crush.” I shouted, my cheeks flustered.

“He never talked to me again.”

“Oh really ? Because I heard you blew him in the bathroom stall two days later.” Dan spat into my face.

My eyes widened in shock. Sudden disgust filled my veins. Blood was rushing to my cheeks. I evilly glared at Dan who was sitting opposite me now.

“How dare you accuse me of that, you stupid prick. Who the fuck even told you that ?” I hissed,my eyes were formed to slits by now.

“You didn’t ?!” Dan suddenly asked completely surprised and dumbfounded.

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Of course not. You were the one who always told me that I’m a lame prude !” I shouted on top of my lungs. Anger was pulsing through my veins. I should have really named it 'The we hate each other tag’  Yes, I did hate Dan Howell, everybody’s favourite Youtuber.

Dan had grown silent, although I wasn’t done yet. I was way to mad to notice that the camera was still recording. I didn’t notice that the way he looked at me had changed either.

“Do you actually know what hurt me most ? Do you even realize why I actually hated you in high school, Daniel Howell ? It fucking hurt when you kissed me behind the bike shed but invited my best friend to prom.” I wasn’t even screaming anymore. My voice was low and reproachful. Tears were welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I actually, after all those years, opened up and told him.

“It was such a dick move of yours and it hurt so bad.” I whispered tears streaming down my face.

Dan stared at me like a lightning had hit him. His mouth was slightly opened, as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Wait, you liked me ?!” Dan asked plain panic written all over his face.

“You idiot ! Of course I did, why else would I push you into the freaking bushes?!” I shouted between sobs.

“That doesn’t make sense at all !” He exclaimed, his eyes worriedly flickering to the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks.

“Wait again, so when I kissed you behind the bike shed you actually.. like wanted me to ?” he asked confused. As my hot tears had reached my chin I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

“I had waited for you to kiss me since I knew what kissing was. What for god’s sake made you think I didn’t ?” I confessed for the first time in my life. Damn, yes. I wanted him to kiss me so bad.

Dan started shaking his head. He ran his huge hands through his fluffy brown hair.

“No, no, no. You can’t be telling me that you liked me ?! I still remember when I finally found all the courage to kiss you that day. You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach my face and it was our first kiss ever. I was shaking so hard that I nearly missed your mouth. Afterwards I was so scared. I thought you hated me for kissing you ! I’m sorry, I should have never asked your friend out. I just thought you were way out of my league.”

Dan was totally devastated when he realized what he had done and what future he had destroyed. He buried his head into his hands, whispering “I am such an ass.” again and again.

“Daniel, I would very much enjoy kissing you.” I heard myself say. Seconds later Dan’s head shot up and he looked at me with wide eyes. I shot him an assuring smile before he carefully cupped my cheeks with his large palms. My eyes shot close and then finally he crashed his lips onto mine and set fireworks off in my body. They exploded in my chest and the pit of my stomach, sending a tingly feeling through my inside. I had seen and felt that overwhelming firework before. About 8 years ago, when we kissed for the first time behind the bike shed. Since then I have waited for that sensation to return. It finally did.

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“Easy there, Love.” He tells her, lying a hand gentle on the arm closest to him and she doesn’t know if she’s shivering because she’s sick, or she’s dead, or if he’s just really pretty, but it’s a shiver all the same.

Squinting up at him, Y/N moves her other hand (though it requires some effort) anyways to pat at his, “I’m dead right?” She asks him seriously, sniffling, “Are you an angel?”

or

Y/N is stressed and sick and Harry is her nurse

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That’s Me, Why?

Requested - nope this is only my second one but please do request as i’m running out of ideas

Warnings - nope :) 

Summary - You had been offered an internship (which could lead to a possible full-time job if it went well) on the island of Isla Nublar, at Jurassic World. As soon as you stepped off the boat, you catch the eye of a handsome stranger.

A/N - my second imagine; hope you like it :D might write a part two for this, depending on if I have any ideas on how to continue it :) again, follow me if you think i’m worth your time <3

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As soon as you had the chance, you left your town and didn’t look back. It was dull; some would even say it was cold - emotion wise. It wasn’t like there was a reason for you to stay, anyway. Growing up, you didn’t make many friends. The kids there were either too dramatic, too depressing, too enthusiastic or too emotional. Besides that, there was never a second of the day where your house was quiet; and that wasn’t a good thing. Your parents never got along and were constantly arguing, which resulted in you waking up and seeing one of them asleep on the couch. Usually your dad was the one with the back and neck pains. According to your mom, he ‘wasn’t around his family as much as he was around alcohol’. On the rare occasions where he was home, he would either be drunk or cooped up all day in his office, not giving you and/or you mother a more than a second’s glance. You felt so out of place that you thought if you just picked up everything and left, no one would even notice. So that’s exactly what you did.

***

Stepping off the ferry into the hot Central American sun, you inhaled deeply. New beginning. Right here, right now. You pulled up the straps of your duffle bag and started walking towards the island. You looked around; blue banners with the words Jurassic World and its logo were stood up on poles on either side of the wooden port. While you were gawking at the view around you, you couldn’t help but notice a guy; a really cute guy, at that. He looked to be about 2 years older than you, at the most. His green eyes were searching over the crowd that had now dispersed, with everyone making their way to the monorails. Probably looking for his girlfriend… You sighed. Of course he has a girlfriend; look at him!  

Owen’s eyes frantically searched the crowd for the description that he was given; a girl with wavy strands of (Y/H/C), soft (Y/E/C) colored eyes, and last but not least - a resting bitch face. He was having trouble finding his new intern, and he sure as hell wouldn’t like to get in trouble for saying, Sorry Claire; everyone that got off the boat looked exactly the same and I just couldn’t find her. I mean it’s not as if lots of girls share the same hair and eye color. That would be insane wouldn’t it?! Just as he was about to give in and head back to his raptors, he saw a beautiful girl about his age looking around with an amazed look on her face. He recited the description inside his head. Looked about right. Owen walked towards you, ready to turn on his flirty, charming, and the 'every girl will fall for me as soon as I look at them’ look.  

“Excuse me, miss?”

“What? Oh, um, hi.” You stuttered out, baffled at how one man could look better than an entire island filled with dinosaurs. You saw a smirk pull it’s way onto his lips. The arrogant bastard, you thought.

“My name’s Owen. Welcome to Jurassic World.”

“Nice to meet you Owen,” You replied politely as you shook his hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

The blood rushed up to your cheeks as he said that line. That cheesy, corny, stupid pick-up line. Yet somehow it still made you look down, attempting to cover your tomato-red cheeks with your hair. You managed to mutter out a quiet “Thanks… I guess.”

Owen laughed out loud. “You don’t happen to be Y/N Y/L/N by any chance, do you?”

“Yeah, actually that’s me… why?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N. I’m the Raptor trainer. And you’re my new intern.”

An idea sparks up in his head, and while he knows getting her name isn’t necessary to put on the box he thinks he might just be able to get away with it. From the amount of times she’s still written his name though he was the only one in line, Harry doesn’t think it would be weird to her.

So he pulls a pink sharpie out from underneath the cash register, pops the cap open and leans his elbows on the counter so he can steady himself to write, “What’s your name?”

Her face brightened again, even more so than before if that was possible, with something like realization, “All this time I’ve known your name and you’ve never known mine?” she muses, “I know your subtle opinions on Shrek the Musical, and you don’t even know my name!”

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It’s hard to be thankful when I can’t stop thinking about how I might never hear you say that you love me ever again. I miss you and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it to myself. I just don’t know how to tell you in a way that will make you think that us together is a good idea.
—  Thankful for the time we had but desperately want us to have more
Valkyrie Part 2: Welcome back

A/N: Yay, Part 2 is here. Again, here you can find the basic idea and here the first part of this series. In this part I’ll throw Scott and Theo into the mix. :) Enjoy!

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Originally posted by blueflamelove

„Sooo…what am I looking at?“, Scott asks while his eyes wander over the crammed blackboard in Stiles’ office. It looks exactly like the ones he used to put up in his bedroom in the good old days, only more professional. Stiles leans on his desk and rolls his eyes at Scott’s stupid question.

“A murdered werewolf, obviously. Do you know him?”

“No, I’ve never seen him”, Scott says, leaning in to have a better look on the horrible photo that depicts the bloodstained body. Stiles sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. He really hoped Scott could know something that he doesn’t, that he somehow missed or overlooked. These are bad news.

“Don’t you think that’s weird? That there’s a werewolf in Beacon Hills that we don’t know?”

“Not really. I mean, it’s still a beacon, right? I guess that many supernatural creatures pass this town without us noticing.”

“But none of them gets killed like this”, Stiles mumbles darkly. “And the weirdest thing about it is her.”

He points at the picture of Y/N right in the middle of the board. Scott takes a look at it, almost too interested for Stiles’ taste. It’s that interest that gets awoken in a man when the woman on the photo is attractive. Which is absolutely not what this is about.

“Don’t look at her like that! She sat in his puddle of blood as I found her”, Stiles exclaims indignant and startles Scott out of his contemplations. His best friends turns around and frowns at him in confusion.

“So why didn’t you arrest her?”

“I have!”, Stiles huffs. “But we don’t have any prove it actually was her. She didn’t hold the weapon and she said she was there by accident, just found the body.”

“And you don’t believe her?”

“Of course not! Nobody accidentally finds a dead body in this town. And there is something off with that woman. I checked her record and she shows up amazingly often around crime scenes. Moves a lot, isn’t really attached to anybody and she just came to Beacon Hills. For whatever reason, as far as we know, she doesn’t have a job or family here.”

Scott listens closely to Stiles while he holds his monologue, observing him even closer. There is a hint behind his eyes that deviates from his accusing tone. As he stops speaking, Scott figured it out and he can’t suppress a cheeky grin.

“She is fascinating you.”

Stiles’ eyes widen in perplexity. It looks almost amusing. At least funny enough to make Scott smirk brightly.

“She doesn’t!”, he denies heavily. “Absolutely not, alright? But I have a weird feeling about her and usually my intuitions are on point.”

“A feeling, huh?”, Scott retorts meaningfully and earns a deathly glare for that.

“Shut up. This is serious. Someone is dead. And I don’t want anybody else to die.”

The smirk drips from Scott’s face and gets replaced with a deep sigh. Well, maybe it has been too quiet the last few months. He looks at Y/N`s photo once more, tries to judge whether she seems suspicious and like a murderous freak or not. It’s impossible to tell.

“What’s the plan?”, he asks involuntarily because it’s obvious that Stiles has one.

Stiles shifts uncomfortably on his feet for a moment. He’s well aware of the fact that his request is not very pleasant.

“Well…I need someone who keeps an eye on her. I can’t do it myself and I can’t ask one of my officers to observe a possible supernatural threat, so…”

“So I’m the one who’s left”, Scott grumbles. “Great. I’ll need to call Isaac to keep me company.”

“Thanks, man, I owe you one.”

“I’ll put it on the list. What’s the rest of the plan?”

Stiles frowns for a second. Then he rubs his eyes which doesn’t make him look any less tired.

“In progress.”

“So you don’t have one”, Scott states bluntly.

“Not really.”

“What do you usually do when you don’t know what to do?”

Again Stiles gives him the ‘isn’t that fairly obvious’ look. “I call you, dumbass.”

“And what do you do when I can’t help you?”, Scott continues impatiently, ignoring Stiles’ attitude. He got used to this treatment when Stiles is stressed from work.

Stiles himself stops to think about it for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. “Most of the time I call Lydia.”

“You should do that, she’s probably working in the lab”, Scott decides before he grabs his jacket from the chair and turns his back on the blackboard. “And while you’re at it, I’ll watch your little crush.”

“Shut up!”, Stiles calls after him as his best friend leaves the office with a big grin on his face.


Since you’ve come home yesterday night, you haven’t left your apartment. You’re not in the mood to explore this new town or meet any person at all. At the beginning you had to calm down. You have this ritual where you just sit on the sofa, drink hot cocoa with a shot of vodka and watch some stupid TV show to distract yourself from bloodstained bodies and the horrible reality. You haven’t really stopped to do that since. You know that it can’t go on like this forever. Sooner or later you’ll have to handle your life and stop feeding on ordered pizza. But you’re not ready yet.

Some hours into the evening, after the sun already set and you threaten to fall asleep in your small living room, you sit up with a sigh and rub your tired eyes. You need to get some sleep. Otherwise you’ll probably start to hallucinate. But you still see him in your mind. The only way to get so tired that you may forget him is a glass of wine. That normally does the trick. Therefore you push yourself from the sofa and stumble into your even smaller kitchen to fetch a glass.

You’re busy with carefully pouring the yellow liquid into the old fashioned glass as you suddenly hear a noise from your living room. You immediately stop dead and listen hard. This can’t be, right? Not the second time in two days. Maybe your mind is already messed up from sleep deprivation.

Still…you’re having a weird feeling about this, an instinct. Most of the time your instincts are reliable.

You’re still listening hard while you slowly and silently open a cupboard and get out your sharpest knife. There is not sound to be heard except for your fastened heartbeat.

You tighten your grip on the handle as you creep back into the living room, scanning the dimmed room closely. It’s empty. But the window stands wide open. Did you close it after you let in some air? You’re not sure about it. But the way in which the gust of wind makes the curtains flutter gives you goosebumps.

You step forward to close it. Right as you shut it with a thud, as you’re halfway distracted, you sense a presence behind you.

Before the fingers reach your neck, you whirl around, dive under his arm and punch the handle of your knife against the person’s temple as hard as possible. Adrenaline takes over and your warrior instincts set in. Your opponent is a man. You realize that as he groans loudly and stumbles backwards but you don’t have the time to take a closer look at him. Instead, you rush forward, place your foot behind his calve and pull it away. You throw him flat on his back. To prevent him from getting up again, you kneel down on his stomach and press the knife at his throat, successfully pinning him down on the floor.

Only now you scan him while you’re breathing hard. Those blue eyes, the perfect hair and this cheeky smile…you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Still the fierce fighter”, he teases you with a wink.

You just glare at him. Mixed feelings awake inside of you that you thought were long forgotten. Hatred and the exact opposite. Most of all repulsion.

“What are you doing here, Theo?”, you hiss back.

A small chuckle escapes his lips. He’s not taking the situation seriously, doesn’t believe that you’ll actually hurt him.

“I just wanted to pay you a little visit, babe”, he answers casually.

“Don’t call me that! I could kill you with one little movement and I have no reason not to”, you remind him through gritted teeth. He doesn’t flinch, his smile grows even wider. Insanity. This aura always surrounded him and that hasn’t changed.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re not a killer. And I won’t hurt you, so let’s end this little show.”

He’s right. You’re not. You could never do that. Therefore you admit defeat with a frustrated growl and give him free. He stands up light heartedly and flattens his shirt. Every single detail of his behaviour makes you angrier.

“I don’t wanna have you here”, you tell him coldly. “You need to leave.”

“Do you really want that? We always had so much fun, don’t you miss the old days?”, he mumbles. His expression changes within seconds. Suddenly the smirk is gone and he stares at you intensely. He comes a step closer and extends his arm, probably to touch your cheek or do whatever. But you stumble back. A shadow trails over his eyes that you can’t evaluate.

“I’ll ask you one last time: What do you want?”

He observes you for a while. His lips wander from your eyes over your lips and body. You don’t feel comfortable under his gaze. You did once and the echo of that times starts to haunt you. But you don’t show any of that. Instead, you display a steely expression.

Finally he sighs. “Alright, if you want to shape our reunion like this…I’m here because I heard you are dealing with Stilinski. Which really surprised me, to be honest. You must’ve changed your type.”

He folds his arms in front of his chest and raises his eyebrows expectantly. You’re taken aback by his statemet. You thought it would be about the dead werewolf but about this sheriff?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you retort sincerely.

“Really? You should definitely stay away from him. Otherwise I can’t be sure what’s about to happen.”

You squint your eyes at him. “Is that a threat?”

“If that’s how you take it”, he answers with another one of his stupid smirks.

Well, that erases the last bit of your patience. You clench your fists and this time it’s you who takes a step towards him, although you’re a lot smaller than him. He doesn’t move an inch.

“You should know better than that, Theo. What business do you have with that Stilinski?”

A flicker of excitement appears behind those blue eyes. He enjoys the situation. He loves how you react. It gives him a satisfaction that you don’t want to provide.

“Let’s put it that way: He was an unpleasant part of my past. It’s not advisable to hang out with him. Not at all. So you better keep some distance, babe.”

His words make you shiver, though you try hard to hide it from him. He doesn’t really pay any attention to it anyway. His eyes are focused on your face. This time you hold it. But you’re unprepared as he suddenly leans forward, grabs your head and kisses you heavily. There is no gentleness to it and you pull back in shock at once, gasping for air. He’s out of the window before you can react.


–> Part 3

Feathers

Characters: Bucky x Angel!Reader

Prompt: Bucky meets an actual angel and struggles with the idea of angels being real

Warnings: Bucky not believing in God?

A/N: There’s a change of POV somewhere in the middle and I wasn’t sure how to write this, so I hope it’s okay.

Originally posted by allthingsmarvell


Bucky had never been particularly religious - not even before the war. Once Hydra had turned him into the Winter Soldier he was sure that something like a god couldn’t exist.

He didn’t think that he was an especially good person, but even someone like him didn’t deserve being turned into a killer – for the sake of himself and the many lives he took.

No there wasn’t a single being watching out for him. He was sure of it after having prayed for help for years.

Heaven was just a dream and nothing more.

It took him months to slowly become Bucky Barnes again with Steve’s help. When Steve mentioned an agent coming back from an 8-months mission he didn’t really care. He still tried to stay away from most people except Steve and he didn’t expect it to be different with this one agent. What Steve failed to mention was who or what this agent was exactly.

Three days later Bucky entered the kitchen after his morning training when Tony’s voice reached his ears.

“Good to have you back, Feathers.”

“I told you not to call me that, Anthony.” A soft voice answered

After taking a bottle of water from the fridge Bucky slowly made his way into the living area.

Tony had his arm slung around the shoulders of a young woman. Feeling slightly awkward staring at them Bucky cleared his throat. Tony and the woman turned around, facing him. While Tony was smirking the woman innocently blinked up at him.

“Hey Snowflake, you haven’t met Feathers here yet, right?” Tony asked, lazily gesturing from her to Bucky, Tony added, “Feathers Snowflake. Snowflake Feathers.”

Bucky glared at Tony, but the woman already had stepped forward, offering her hand to him. Just now he noticed how tiny she is. Carefully he took her delicate hand in his, squeezing it softly.

“Bucky,” he mumbled, dropping her hand again.

“I’m y/n, an angel of the lord.”

“Angels don’t exist”, was Bucky’s immediate response.

She didn’t seem offended, only tilting her head a fraction. “They do.”

Tony snorted, “I didn’t believe it at first, but she’s telling the truth. Y/n is our own little Avengers angel.”

That couldn’t be true. Angels don’t exist. Not in this world.

“H-How?” Bucky stuttered. The scratchy sound of his voice surprising himself.

Her innocent expression changed into something he couldn’t pinpoint.

“I fell.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and she added, “from heaven.”


Confused you looked after the man who introduced himself as Bucky after he fled from the room. Tony placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Did I upset him?” You asked Tony, wondering if you messed up some human custom again.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You just told him that you’re an angel, it’s not easy for most of us to accept something like that.”

You dropped your head a bit, but Tony was quick to add, “Hey, you wanna check out my new suit?”

No one saw Bucky while the rest of the team came to welcome you back. You glanced around the room a few times for Bucky, but decided to give him time. Maybe you would be able to talk to him the next day after everything calmed down a bit.


After everyone had gone to bed and Bucky still didn’t show up Steve went looking for him. After asking JARVIS about Bucky’s whereabouts Steve found him in one of the training rooms.

Bucky looked up when he heard the door open, but shifted his focus back on the punching bag once he realized that it only was Steve.

“Why haven’t you come up, Bucky? I wanted to introduce y/n to you.” Steve asked.

“You didn’t tell me that she’s an angel! A real fucking angel!” The punching bag swung violently after an especially hard hit from Bucky, his breathing growing more erratic.

“I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up about it. Sure, it’s surprising, but doesn’t it give you hope that there’s a heaven up there?”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, “As if. If there’s a god he must fucking hate me.”

Steve shook his head, “It’s not that easy Bucky. At least give y/n a chance…”

Bucky grunted when he threw another punch, “Maybe. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to think. I don’t even know what to say to her. She’s an angel while I’m a killer. We couldn’t be more different.”

Coffee and Roses | Idol!AU | Pt. 6

Summary: He left you for the idol industry. Yet, you still joined the same industry hoping to never see him again.
Word Count: 2,300
Genre: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ honestly who knows
Member: Jisoo Joshua Hong
TW: none i can think of, tell me if you need anything tagged!

Pt.: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 56 | 7 | soon™

A/N: not a very happy or good part :’) things escalate pretty quickly and im dead… not satisfied with this n im sorry it sucks lmao

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M or H >> Jr, You

This was requested by wolffoggirl 

I’m so sorry about this request, it had been in my askbox for a year and half now lol I’m really sorry I wanted to write it in a good way but the plot wouldn’t match up with any idea… and… I think I somehow figure how to write it! Even though I’m not sure anyway I hope you will like it and sorry again~ 

P.S >> M or H stands for Mind or Heart

“So about Y/N….” Jinyoung started for the nth time, making Jackson groan in annoyance.

“Seriously, Junior. I told you I’m not talking about her. Forget it.”

“Jackson, I never asked you for a favor before. Just tell me….”

Jackson stood up from the couch that was placed in the practice room. A good scowl was placed over his face.

“Sorry, Junior. Ask me anything else but how to approach her. The answer isn’t with me.” Jackson noticed the hurt look over Jinyoung expression and he groaned again.

Jackson didn’t want to hurt his friend, yet he knew how he wouldn’t be able help him no matter what. “She is about to make her debut, man!! And she is a damn workaholic. I’m doing this as a favor for you, believe me. She doesn’t even think about dating so forget about her. She is not for you”

“She’s your friend!”

“I know, that’s why I’m warning you. Forget her. Look for someone else.”

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I’m torn between the two thoughts and ideas of you. You are kind, thoughtful, funny, caring, and all around wonderful. I am lucky to be in such good company. Every conversation we have, every minute we spend together, is never time wasted. It is always knowledge gained, perspectives challenged, and of course, occasional cuddling. But, when I’m not with you, I feel something different. Sure, there’s a longing to see you again and a hope that it will be soon, but there’s more. There’s a disconnect that I certainly feel, but I wonder: do you feel it too? Are you so busy and engrossed in life that I am an afterthought? Or does it not even cross your mind? I bet it doesn’t. You probably think everything is fine, and trust me, I want to think that too. But I don’t know sometimes. I really don’t.
—  11:27pm thoughts// but your company is lovely, you are lovely, but I just don’t know sometimes
Reylo College AU

@ever-hungry-aria
Ok so I’ve never ever written for a prompt before, but I decided to do one for the Reylo College AU #3! I hope it isn’t too terrible *hides face* let the fluffiness ensue! Also use of famous Han Solo line ;)

Prompt: Ben and Rey are friends and at a party that Poe organized. They both hate it and get drunk on the swings in the back yard. Somehow the conversation gets on the topic of experience with the opposite sex. Things happen :D

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“Remind me why we came here again?” Ben said crossly from Rey’s side. They had managed to wedge themselves in a corner, away from the throngs of drunken college students.
“Because,” Rey started, handing Ben a red solo cup filled with cheap beer. “Poe invited me, and I never get invited to anything. It’s hard enough being a girl at the garage, I didn’t think turning down the one social invitation I’ve gotten would be a good idea.” Poe was captain of the school’s racing team, and Rey had recently gotten the opportunity to work as a mechanic for them. Of course a lot of the guys weren’t happy about having a girl around, but Poe was always being nice and defending her. He wasn’t like those jerks. He never saw her as any different than the rest of them; and she sure as hell had proved herself to them time and again. Poe lived in a pretty big house with two other members of the race team. When he came to Rey earlier in the day to invite her to a party they were throwing, she had excitedly agreed.
“Ok then, better question; why am I here?” Ben had his eyebrow raised inquisitively, a small smirk on his face. Rey gave him an unamused look.
“Because Finn was busy. Trust me if he didn’t have his hands full with TAing for professor Snoke’s class he would be here, not you.” The words had come out a bit more harshly than she meant them. For a moment Ben seemed a little crestfallen. Rey had made it seem like he was the last resort or something. He looked away from her, and sipped on his beer, staring moodily at a group of drunk girls who were gossiping close to where they stood.
“Hey…” Rey said softly. Placed a hand on Ben’s arm, getting him to look at her. She offered him a reassuring smile. “I didn’t mean I’d rather be here with Finn. I just know this isn’t your thing. You know it isn’t mine either.” He considered her words for a moment, then rolled his eyes and bumped her.
“Yeah, whatever.” He said with a small smile. She smiled back up at him. She and Ben had met freshman year in chemistry. They had been randomly assigned to a group presentation on up-and-coming scientific advancements. There had been two other people in their group who had turned out to be complete flakes. Rey and Ben had spent hours in the library together working on it themselves. They were each perfectionists in their own way, so it had worked out quite nicely. Of course they wound up doing more talking than working most of the time. There’s nothing like being in a quiet library at 1am around finals time to get the conversation flowing. They had enjoyed each other’s company so much, they had kept in touch.

Just then one of the drunk girls let out a loud “Woooo! Body shots bitches!” Rey and Ben wordlessly agreed it was time to move when she started trying to take her shirt off.
“Ok, like 30 more minutes and then we call an Uber.” Rey said decidedly.
“Deal.” Ben chuckled, plucking a bottle of tequila off a counter as they walked towards the back door.

Rey had been surprised to find a swing in the backyard of Poe’s house. Lucky for her and Ben, it was tucked away towards the back of the yard where there weren’t many people. She sighed heavily taking a seat beside him on the swing. She felt tired. It was midway into the semester and things were starting to pile up.
“That English Lit class is going to kill me. I can’t write a paper for shit, much less being able to write an analytical essay about the themes in Gilgamesh. I don’t think the cars I work on are going to care that I know ancient literature.” Rey grumbled. Ben looked over at her amused before taking a swig straight out of the bottle.
“I can help you if you want. I’m pretty good at writing papers, and Lit was one of my favorites.” He offered. Ben had always preferred classes that were more analytical, while Rey liked to be more hands on.
“That would be amazing, thank you.” He didn’t reply, only went to pass her the bottle. She made a face.
“Oh come on. If you’re going to go through the trouble of coming to a party you might as well at least have a drink.”
“Fine, fine.” She grabbed the bottle and took a swig of the golden liquor, grimacing as it burned her throat. Rey passed the bottle back to Ben. “Next you’ll want to start playing party games.”
“Hey we could! Never-have-I-ever is a classic.” He got a devilish grin on his face then, the one Rey rarely sees.
“No way! That game always turns sexual, and then I wind up looking like a prude.” She crossed her arms indignantly. Ben’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Surely you’ve done stuff.” He said, tone slightly accusing. Rey’s cheeks turned bright pink. She looked away, refusing to answer. Ben’s gaped at her. “Please tell me you’ve at least kissed someone!” Rey’s head snapped towards him then.
“Well of course I have!” She huffed. “I just haven’t really done anything else before.”
“You’re kidding.” His tone wasn’t belittling, he was just genuinely surprised. Ben wasn’t sure how someone like Rey could go so long without being with someone in that way. Surely guys had to be crawling all over her. He offered her the bottle again and she took it.
“We can’t all be sex gods like you.” She said sarcastically, taking two large chugs of tequila. Ben had to laugh at that.
“I don’t think I’d call myself a sex god.” Sure he had been with a a few girls in high school, and freshman year, but they had never exactly stuck around long. All the girls he knew tended to bore him easily, and he wouldn’t keep them around, even just for the sex. They weren’t like Rey.
“Uh huh…” The liquor was starting to get to her. Her body was becoming tingly, and her lips looser by the second. She passed the bottle back to Ben.
“How many guys have you kissed?” His tone was casual.
“Ben!” Rey said embarrassed.
“What?” He laughed. “It’s just a question.” Rely sighed, trying to decide whether to answer him or not.
“One…” She relented.
“One?!” He choked mid swig. She glared at him before hitting him and snatching the bottle back. “Sorry, sorry. I was just surprised that’s all. I just thought-well I mean you know, you’re kind of the full package. I figured guys would be all over you.” The liquor was apparently making him loose-lipped as well. Rey’s eyes widened momentarily at his words, a nervousness settling in the pit of her stomach.
“Well how many girls have you been with?” She was attempting to change the subject, grill him for a change.
“A few…” He was being vague. Truthfully he didn’t want her to somehow think badly of him. He wasn’t a womanizer by any means, but he had been a bit of a rebellious teenager, and a lot of girls liked the bad boy attitude.
“Seriously that’s all I’m gonna get?” She asked annoyed at his evasiveness.
“Yep.” He said wrangling the bottle back from her. They sat in silence for a moment. Liquid courage was beginning to hit Ben like a train. “Was he any good at least? The one guy you kissed I mean.” Rey wasn’t sure how the conversation had gotten here, or why she was answering him.
“Eh, not really. I mean it was ok, just not how I imaged it. It was this guy from my high school. We went out a few times junior year. I wasn’t head over heels for him or anything.”
“I’ve never exactly been “head over heels” for any of the girls I’ve been with.“ He admitted.
“Well I’m from literally the middle of freaking nowhere. It was a miracle finding a guy who both didn’t wear camo or chew tabacco.” It wasn’t that Rey hadn’t wanted to be with someone in that way; because she really really had, she just wasn’t going to lower her standards to do it.
“Sounds amazing.” He scoffed.
“Oh trust me it was.” It had been hell. The day Rey had received her acceptance letter from school, which happened to be a few thousand miles from home, was the best day of her life. Rey watched Ben throw his head back, eyes staring up at the sky. He was unfairly attractive in her opinion, but in an unusual way. He didn’t have classic good looks. His features were unique, but worked together in the perfect combination. He ran a hand through his black hair and Rey suddenly felt the urge to want to run her own hands through his hair. She had never been afraid of much, but for some reason, she had always been afraid to tell Ben how she felt. He had never tried to make a move, so Rey assumed he had just wanted to be friends.
“You know what I think…” Ben said suddenly, adjusting himself so his face was close to hers. Rey could feel his warm breath on her cheeks, and it caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine.
“What?” Rey asked hesitantly. His lips turned upwards in a devilish smirk that had her tingling in an area that was quite uncomfortable.
“You could use a good kiss.” Sober Ben would be rolling his eyes right now at the stupid shit that was coming out of his moth. Rey’s breath caught in her throat.
“You think so huh?” She was trying so hard to keep it together, to play cool, but her heart was racing. He leaned in even closer, his face only a few inches from hers. The darkness seemed to sharpen his features, making him appear even more handsome.
“I do.” His voice was deep and husky. He wouldn’t bridge the gap between them though. He would put himself out there, but he wanted it to be her decision. Rey felt a surge of courage, which could probably be attributed to the last two giant swigs.
“Well then, why don’t you.” It took half a second for the words to come out of her mouth before his lips came crashing down onto hers. He had wanted to do this for a long time. A fire lit up inside of Rey and she kissed him back with just as much ferocity. She gave a small sigh of pleasure as he expertly sucked on her lower lip, and traced his tongue against it, requesting entrance. As their tongues danced, she intertwined her fingers in his thick black hair, relishing in the softness. His hands found their way to the back of her neck, pulling her in even closer. Rey’s head was spinning. She had never been kissed like this before. She was almost mad it had taken Ben this long to do it.

He was hungry for her, having fantasized about this moment for a long time, but not wanting to mess up their friendship if she hadn’t felt the same way. He may have been with girls before, but this was the first time he had wanted someone this much. Rey was everything he didn’t know he was looking for until he found her. She tugged on his hair and he groaned pleasurably. If she hadn’t told him, he would have never known she was inexperienced. He could feel himself getting excited. As much as he hated to do it, he didn’t want to move too fast and mess everything up. Unlike the other girls, he actually cared about Rey. She made a displeased noise as he begrudgingly broke the kiss. His forehead rested against hers as he attempted to catch his breath.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Rey started giggling a little bit, which caused Ben to laugh as well. This night had seriously taken an unexpected, but amazing turn. He tenderly tucked a strange of hair behind her ear.
“Can we call the car now?” She asked a little tired.
“Yeah.” He agreed softly.
“Can we also go back to your place and watch the last two episodes of Sense8?” She asked innocently.
“Wait, are you trying to “Netflix and chill” me right now?“ He asked feigning outrage. She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Maybe.” She said cheekily.
“Well if you put it that way, then yes.” Ben was going to have his hands full with her; but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He gave her a quick kiss, then stood up and held out a hand to her.

“I told you!” Finn said looking out the window at Rey and Ben walking back to the house with their hands intertwined.
“Yeah yeah I owe you 5 bucks I know.” Said Poe fondly, rolling his eyes. “I’m glad you could make it to the party after all!”
“Oh I never had anything to do tonight.” Finn said mischievously. “I just told Rey that to get her here with Ben.”
“Buddy, you are quite the matchmaker.” Poe said slapping Finn on the back.
“I try.” Finn said as the two headed back to the party.

Merry Christmas

Request from anon: Jo Stafford’s (she was a pop singer in the late 40s/early 50s) Christmas album just gives me all those good Christmas feelings and I was listening to it and I had an idea for an imagine. I think it’d be so cute for a postwar (like late 40s) Steve x reader Christmastime imagine where they celebrate Christmas together. Thanks!

A/N: AU where Cap doesn’t get plunged into the icy abyss and left for decades 😁

Short, sweet I hope! Thank you for the request! :)

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“It’s so good to have you home this Christmas.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck as he strolled into the kitchen.

“It’s good to be home. I’ve got everything I need right here in my arms. I’m never going to leave you alone again; that’s a promise.” He returned your expression as he leaned down, kissing your forehead gently as he pulled you close to him.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You winked up at him as you pulled away, grabbing two glasses of eggnog, handing him one.

He clinked his glass with yours before raising it up, never taking his eyes off you.

“Here’s to us. Our future. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our Christmases together, baby.” His arm slid around your waist as he leaned against the counter, sipping his drink with a smile.

“Me either. I missed you so much last year. We’ve got a lot to make up for, you know.” Smoothing his shirt collar, you took a sip and set your glass down.

He followed suit and took you by the hands, pulling you into the open living room space.

“That we do. What shall we do first? How ‘bout a dance m'lady?” Playfully, he bowed and extended his hand, beaming up at you radiantly.

Blushing, you took his hand as he reached back to put the needle on the record player.

“Winter Wonderland” soon floated through the air as Steve pulled you in close, swaying along with you to the music effortlessly. You rested your head against his shoulder, allowing yourself to glide peacefully along with him.

“I thought I would never dance with you again.”

“Well, I’m glad that you were wrong for once. I wouldn’t have missed this moment for the world.” Gently, he placed a kiss on your temple before spinning you around slowly. His smile was infectious as he beamed down at you.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). Merry Christmas, darling.”

“Merry Christmas.” As the song came to an end, you leaned up on your tiptoes and placed a long, sweet kiss on his lips.

Dear diary,

It’s late and I feel sick. Tomorrow is a full moon, and I’m worried about this transformation. They’re horrible when it’s cold outside, and considering it’s winter, it’s /extremely/ cold outside. Sirius reckons it’ll be below freezing come tomorrow night. He and James are planning to ice-skate on the Great Lake. They’ve ignored my countless reasoning to why that’s a horrible idea. I suppose they’ll find out for themselves that water frozen merely from nighttime to morning is not suitable for their weight.

Back to the transformation–what if I scratch my face? It was already tricky enough the first time I did. I had to tell them it was from my mother’s cat, and I’m not sure if they believed me or not. They must have, for they never mentioned it again.

I don’t think I can keep lying to them. They’re smart, and sooner or later, they’re going to get suspicious–if they already haven’t. It worries me. Perhaps I should just tell them to prevent them from doing something stupid, like following me to prove their own suspicions. I have no doubt that James and Sirius would do that, then drag poor Peter along with them. Even if they found out I was a werewolf, their own safety would not be the first thing to cross their minds.

The first thing to cross their mind would probably be how frightened they are. Complete, utter terror to the fact they’ve been sharing sleeping space with a monster for months now.

It’s hard to look at myself in the mirror every day and know what a horrible thing I am. I don’t know if I can survive having them look at me the way I too often look at myself. If it comes to that, maybe I can ask Dumbledore to move me out of their dorm. He would surely talk to them about keeping the secret, and if I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to cross paths with them again.

I don’t want to lose them, diary. I don’t want them to hate me. Every time we’re talking, James always has to make sure we know that no secrets are kept between friends.

I hate myself for believing I could be friends with such amazing people when every month, I’m a movement away from killing someone. Or worse, changing them.

This kind of thinking should not be in my head the night before. It will make my transformation tomorrow unbearable.

I’ll be sure to write as soon as I can. Maybe I can spend this extra time coming up with a good enough excuse as to why I suddenly have a sore body and new scars.

Until next time.

—  December 1, 1971

So a long time ago I used to be a huge Moffat stan and I am reading through my old opinions on the subject and it is a hideously embarrassing, humbling experience, which despite giving me hope that I will continue to grow as a human being, also reminds me never to become too confident in my own righteousness ever again because years from now I could well read back some of my shit and think: oh dear god, WHY did I say THAT???

(I think a lot of Moffat critics were once fans and share this terrible reminder of the fickle nature of humanity and will now never ever do the whole ‘thoughtless mob-ish worshipping of a public figure and/or their work’ ever again) 

To give you an idea of quite how bad I was, I used to argue that Steven Moffat was THE best writer in NuWho (forgive me RTD for I have sinned), call him The Grand Moff unironically, think he was good at writing female characters (imagine the laugh from Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda here), and get involved in that general oddly joyous and appreciative fist shaking “Moffat!” thing that tends to go on when Moffat kills a character (and then swiftly brings them back, but I’m not here to talk about how death means nothing in Doctor Who anymore. Oops, I just did). 

My past is full of nightmares, my friends. My time as a Moffat stan was a dark, dark time for me…

I like the idea going around that Wander has rehabilitated multiple villains before, and that he just kinda goes by whatever name the people around him tend to refer to him as. That he goes place to place helping as many planets as he can while also helping one villain in particular at a time.

And being the optimist that I am, I definitely think that Hater’s gonna be the one to change up his usual plans and not be just another ex-villain that Wander never sees again.

Since Hater is probably the only person to know what one of Wander’s old names was (or the fact that he even HAS other names) out of Wander’s current little group, that will probably surface again later on. I think once Hater converts fully over into being a good guy and Wander tries to move on without him, he’s gonna be pretty pissed about it.

He’s always been different than other bad guys, seeing as he’s only ever really cared about being cool and well-liked. He seems to crave strong relationships and attention, and since Wander clearly does as well, they’re gonna cling to each other more so than Wander did with past villains. If Wander tries to leave, Hater won’t just let him. He’ll probably want to go with him and Sylvia, wherever they go, since there’s really nothing tying Hater down. He travels around already anyway by conquering planets, and he seems to get bored of the same things easily, so he’d probably enjoy traveling with them.

Peepers would come as well of course, since Hater is more important to him than conquering. I don’t know if they’d still travel on the skull ship or what they’d do with the watchdogs, but whatever the details are, Hater is not going to let Wander befriend him and leave, no siree, he simply won’t allow it.

So this time, Wander gets to “keep” the friend he waited so patiently to make, and his little nomadic family officially gains two new members.

He gains more consistency in his constantly changing life with his three pals and, since it’s what they call him, he starts saying, “My name’s Wander!” rather than letting other people choose his name for him.

Wander teaches Hater what the power of love can really do, and Hater (and Sylvia and Peepers) teaches Wander that a little consistency in your life ain’t so bad after all.

Shadowhunters Wish List

ok so i had that idea, i don’t know if it’s a good one but whatever.

recently, i saw that many people write posts about what they want from the shadowhuters series, and i was thinking about creating a doc in google docs, where everybody can write their hopes for the shadowhunters series. their favorite scenes, or things about the books that you’d also like to see on your screen.

you should reblog this, and if anyone here has twitter, you can share it to the writers (i don’t have twitter). the idea is to make it reach as many fans as possible. from what i’ve seen so far they (the writers) are doing a great job, and i think they’re really trying to do the show as perfect as possible. it’s important to say that i don’t really expect it to influence their decisions. i think this is a great opportunity for the fandom to reunite, and make a sort of “list” for our favorite things in cassie’s amazing creations.

Now, EVERYTHING is acceptable, if it respects the writers, the series actors, the movie actors, the fandom and of course - cassie. hurtful and insulting comments will be deleted.

so here is the link for the list - please try and write your favorite things. if you’re writing about a certain scene, please notice to mention the book (for example for the mango scene - write that it was in city of fallen angels.

this is the link https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cLjm8GpFTNhc5ytx7cygLbjXrh5qYAU8oYGeM3LlbwY/edit?usp=sharing

i hope it goes well, thank you ♥

(reblog so other people can see)

true-disaster  asked:

What do people say before they kiss?? I really need some good sentences, for inspiration at least. Thanks😊

Here’s a few I could come up with:

  1. “Oh, just shut up and kiss me already!”
  2. “I love you, too.”
  3. “I’ll never leave your side again.”
  4. “Next time, I pick where we eat, you got it!”
  5. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
  6. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”
  7. “Where do we go from here?”
  8. “Why don’t you come upstairs for little bit?”
  9. “So what do you want to do next?”
  10. “What are you doing here?”
  11. “I think I have an idea what you have in mind.”
  12. “Don’t make promises your lips can’t deliver.”
  13. “I’m down for whatever.”

That’s all I could think of on the spot. Hope that helps! Good luck!

I never thought I’d say this, but this episode might have actually fixed Rumbelle for me. I hope they explore the whole “Belle loves the darkness” angle more because that’s been a big loose thread for me. We saw it when she was Lacey, and by rights that SHOULD be part of her just like cursed!David was part of him etc. So I’m cautiously excited to see that unfold, now that all the cards are on the table.

Also THANK YOU for finally saying that Rumple has always craved power, and once again reinforcing the idea that you cannot change someone no matter how you love them. Belle can’t change Rumple, Emma didn’t change Hook, no one changed Regina. It’s their choice. And entering into a relationship thinking you can change someone does NOT lead to good places.

I hope they build on that, because that was some really good development.

@pauliered: Why can’t I do this?

9 May 2015

Midorikawa Ryuuji was not having a good day.

His concentration as off and he missed some simple shots at the day’s practice. It seemed everyone else in IJ was improving their skills, while he was standing still.

Why can’t I do this? I need to justify Endou’s faith in me and make up for past mistakes! But how do I do that?

Mid wondered angrily as he stormed to his room in the IJ complex and tossed himself on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm as he closed his eyes trying to think what else he could do to improve. Again the idea of “cheating” using some of Kageyama’s human enhancement stuff came to mind and the greenette immediately felt guilty.

No! Never again…but what can I do…I don’t know…

(Hope that’s good, let me know if we need to change anything!)