and like put his hands on my shoulders and was like you can do it!


Hello, baby. Part 10.

I just sit on the couch letting my heart fall into pieces as J walks away from me. I know I said I can’t expect what I put in, I know I said that I can handle his mood swings, I know what I fucking said. This is, different. This isn’t a mood swing. This isn’t him not giving back. It feels like him giving up. Giving up on, me? Or us? Another tear falls down my cheek and I’m quick to wipe it with my left hand.
The pain in my shoulder feels minimal compared to the pressure I feel on my chest, this could be from the pain medication.
‘What can I do? I’m weak. I’m broken. I’m useless. Hey dad, look im everything you always said I would be! Aren’t you fucking proud. I turned out just like mom. Maybe a little worse since you weren’t the clown fucking prince, but I’m sure you are looking up at me from hell with a grin on your face.’
More tears. I repress the memories like I normally do and wipe my face again. The medication has my body feeling heavy, I feel like I can barely lift my arms. Just a few seconds pass and I have to lay back down. My shoulder feels numb, but so does the rest of me. I fall asleep.
I wake up and I’m in our bed. Alone. I turn my head to look at the clock, I wince at the pain, it’s 4am. There is a pill and another glass of water by the bed, the moon shines just enough light so I can see my surroundings. Lucas is in the room, sleeping in a chair against the door. I make a slight grunting noise trying to get up and Lucas jumps up.

“No Kat, don’t do that. Let me help you.” He lets me push off him with my left hand and he picks me up a little so I can sit up. 

My mind feels foggy and my emotions are drained. I take another pill.

“How are you feeling?” He is sitting on Js side of the bed. 

I don’t answer. I’m just staring at the sheets where he used to be. My hand reaches over to them, they are cold and unbothered.
It feels as if someone is taking and ice pick to my chest. The pressure I feel runs through my ribs making it hard to breathe, my throat feels like it’s closing in, my head feels like a thousand nails have been hammered through my skull. I can’t speak, if I do I’ll lose the little bit of composer I have left. I lay back down on my left side facing away from his side of the bed. I close my eyes and a few tears escape my grip.
I feel Lucas leave the bed and hear him take his seat by the door again. I know his eyes are fixed on me.
I wake up and it’s almost 1 in the afternoon. I turn on my back and just stare at the ceiling. I want this to all be a dream. A really bad dream. I groan trying to get up and Lucas is still in the room, he rushes to my side again and sits me up.

“Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” He’s trying to make eye contact.

“A shower.” I manage to get out as I lean my head back against the headboard and close my eyes.

“Just, give me one minute Kat.” He goes to the door and moves his chair, he opens it up very little and calls for Jackie. I hear her footsteps come up the stairs.
I still have my head back and eyes closed. I don’t even acknowledge her.

“Yes, Lucas, is everything ok?” She sounds tired.

“She wants a shower. I know boss wouldn’t want me to handle that.” He leaves the room.

“Ok honey, I’m just going to help you up and out of those clothes and take the bandage off, I’ll sit on the other side of the door if you need me ok?”

I lift my head and open my eyes and give her a nod with a weak smile that fades quickly.
She comes over and puts her shoulder under my left arm and helps me swing my legs over the edge. I’m able to get up, we head into the bathroom and she undresses me like a child, I feel helpless. She take the bandage off and it hurts a lot less than I was expecting.

“I’ll be right outside the door dear, let me know if you need anything.” She heads out and I hear her get comfortable on the other side.
I’m able to turn the water on. I get in and let the hot water run over me. I sit under the hot water, I want to cry but nothing comes out. My chest aches to the core of my body, I don’t want to move, I don’t think I can move. Jackie knocks and opens the door a little and check on me. I’m sitting on the floor of the shower with my left arm resting on my knees that are pulled to my chest.

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“No, no, no sweetie. Don’t, it’s ok. It will be ok. Honey. Please.” Her voice sounds like it’s breaking. She gets in the shower fully clothed and picks me up with my left arm, she gets me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me. She sits me down on a chair in the bathroom as she gets some clothes for me. She comes back in with a short sleeve shirt and some sweat pants. ‘I know these aren’t from this closet.’ she helps me change and helps me back into bed. She wraps a towel around herself and heads toward the door.
“I’ll bring you something to eat in a few, do you need anything else dear?” She gives me a smile. I shake me head softly. She walks out and Lucas is right there to take his place again.
I’m starting at the sheets again, still cold. I wonder how long it’s been since he has even seen me. I don’t even know where he is. Where has he been sleeping. My mind goes back to what the guard says about the stripper, fucking knives in my chest. He is the Joker, I shouldn’t expect anything less. I do though, well i did.
Lucas breaks my train of thought, “How did you sleep? Feel better after the shower?” He still sitting in his chair.

“I’m, ok.” The words feel like razor blades as they escape my mouth.

“How’s the shoulder feel? Has the pain died down any?” I can’t tell if he’s actually wanting to know or trying to make small talk.

I rest my head back against the headboard and close my eyes again, “It’s better.” I let out a sigh.
Jackie comes in, her hair is still wet but she’s in dry clothes, and has some soup and a roll with a large glass of water. “Could you leave us alone for a quick minute Lucas?” She rest her hand on his shoulder. He nods and leaves.

“Kat, what’s, I need you to talk to me. I’m not giving you anymore pain pills till you do. I don’t want these to be an emotional crutch for you and you’re tough, so I’m not worried about the pain in your shoulder.” She sets the food next to me and sits on the bed.

“I, I don’t know. J, he hasn’t been here. Or I don’t know if he has.” My voice trails off, my throat gets tight again.

“Sweetie, I’m going to just be honest with what I do know because you deserve it ok. Mr. J hasn’t been here. Not since that night. He’s been at his club. I have no clue what he does there all day and night.” She pauses and gives the last piece of information, her voice is shaking when she speaks, “He asked that you be taken back to your place tomorrow. Honey, I know things were just going right, I’m so so sorry.” She wipes away her few tears.
I look at the sheets next to me, “Ok. Thanks. Can, can I just be alone. Just for a few minutes.” My voice is trembling.

“Absolutely sweetie.” She gives me a hug that i don’t return. She wipes a tear from my face, “You are so strong Kat, please don’t let him do this to you.” She leaves.

I’m left alone with the most tragic news I’ve ever received. I want so badly to go back in time, I want to go back to that morning. My eyes can’t hold back the tears anymore, I let them just continue to fall. My chest feels tight and the pain I feel is straight through to my bones. I start sobbing. My back starts to hurt and in return it shoots pain to my shoulder. I curl up on my right shoulder, the pain last for a second, there are much deeper things being felt. I reach my hand across to his side of the bed and grip the sheets.
Remembering us. Remembering him.
I scream at the pain from my chest. Lucas rushed in and stops, he closes the door quietly and sits in his chair. He doesn’t say anything. He lets me cry and I appreciate it.
I’m trying to find a full breath of air, the tears have stopped but it feels like they haven’t. I sit up and grab the glass of water with my left hand and throw it at the wall, the aim is off but it hits the wall and breaks. “Take me home now.” My voice is hoarse.

“Uh, I can’t.” He comes over to me and rubs my back, it feels good.

I rest my head on his shoulder, “Why?”

“It’s not, he said tomorrow.” His voice is low.

I know he doesn’t want to say his name, “Just let me out of this fucking place, please Lucas.”

He nods. “I’ll get you home.” He gets up and grabs a small bag but stuffs as much clothes as he can in it. Including some of the nice jewelry and dresses. He gets another bag and throws all the makeup in it. 

“That stuff was bought with my money!” I try to smile at him

He smiles back “Sorry!” He has both bags in one hand, he helps me up and he opens the door.
I take in everything from the house. The reflection off the floor, the extravagant decor, the rooms I still haven’t seen and never will. I walk out and walk down the stairs. Jackie is in the kitchen and runs over when she sees me.

“What is going on? Are you ok dear?”

“I’m doing him one last favor.” I go in and hug her with my left arm, “I’m going to miss you Jackie. So much!” I let her go.

“Kat, but you can’t, not, tomorrow. Wait!” She pauses again. She gives me a sad look and grabs my hand, “I told you, you are so strong. I’m going to miss you as well dear.” She gives me another hug and Lucas walks me out of the house. He sets my stuff in the back of the car and opens the door for me and puts the seatbelt on me as well. He gets in and we are off. I don’t look back. 

We pull up to my old place. Such a different lifestyle. Lucas opens my door and undoes the seatbelt, he helps me out of the Car, then grabs the bags. “You ok?” He stands next to me.

“Never been better.” I give him a small smile and start walking towards the door. He follows.
We get up to my room and I open the door, it’s not even locked. I walk in and everything is cleaned. The last time I came here everything had been thrown everywhere, “Who, what happened?”
“Some people came down and cleaned your place for you.” He says in a ‘you’re welcome’ tone.

“You didn’t, this? Why?” I laugh a little bit.

“It was a few of us guys, we know you wouldn’t be able to do it once you got back here. He’s a fucked up guy, but that doesn’t mean we all are.” He gives me a hug. “I’m, im sorry Kat. This isn’t, it’s not right.” He sighs, “Also, a physical therapist will be here tomorrow for your shoulder.”

“Can’t wait.” I sigh and give him a hug. “Thanks Lucas.” I let go and he walks out the door giving me one last look saying please be ok. I lock the door behind him.
I sit on my old bed with the scratchy sheets. I let out a sigh. I lay down on my back, I’m empty. I have nothing left in me, I can feel the pain set in again. This time all over my body.
‘Why J, why are you doing this to me. Why did I believe you, why did I fucking believe you, why am i surprised! Fucking pussy can’t even give me an explantation. I trusted you. Wanted you. Needed you. I fucking loved you. I just want an explanation.’
I turn on my left side. I can’t count how many times I’ve cried already and I know this won’t be my last. I know people can die from a broken heart and I feel that’s my fate. I don’t want to live, at least not right now.

it feels like months have gone by but it has only been a week. One week of absolute torture. My heart aches everyday; like someone just twisted it over and over again, I can’t even force myself to eat anymore; all my clothes are baggy, I thought I was stronger, I thought I would survive this. My shoulder feels better, the therapist comes everyday. She tries to make me laugh but I can’t. I don’t take the pain medication because feeling the pain lets me know I’m still alive. I’m not sure I want to be, but I am. 

I haven’t talked to anyone. I haven’t gone outside or even turned on the TV. The outside world doesn’t seem real. I feel like everything has stopped spinning.

A knock on my door pulls me out of it. I get out of bed, sluggishly. I walk to the front door and open it. It’s Lucas.

“Kat.” He looks me up and down and he’s looks sad once he realizes the state im in.

“Hi.” I leave the door open and walk back into my room and lay on the bed again. I can’t feel anything right now.

“Uh, I just wanted to check on you. Just to see, you should eat something.” He can’t even ask how i am doing. 

“Im not hungry, i’m fine.” Im curled up in my bed with my back facing him.

“Kat, be honest with me, please.” he is sitting next to the bed.

I turn over facing him, “I want to die. Is that what you want to hear? I can’t eat, I can’t fucking function. My heart is in pieces. I can’t do this anymore Lucas. I can’t live without him.” I can feel the tears running down my face.

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He wipes my face, “Have you watched the news?”

Im confused, what kind of question is that after I just spilled my heart out. “No.” I turn back around.

“He can’t, or at least he won’t survive without you either.” he sighs, “He is more reckless, he doesn’t even try to fight, he puts himself in the way of danger, I don’t think he wants to live. He hasn’t left the ouse for 3 days now. I don’t think you understand what is going on. I think you should come back to the house.”

“Why are you here?” My emotions are wrecked right now.

“Kat, just come with me. I’ll bring you home later, ok?”

I turn around and nod. I don’t know how healthy this decision can be. I’m not even over him and I’m going back to him. I can’t say no though. I need to see him. I want to see him. I don’t know what emotion is taking over right now, but i get up and pull my hair in a bun and change into a t-shirt and jeans. We leave.

The drive is silent. I keep trying to play scenarios in my head, they all end with me killing him. I feel like I am going to vomit when I see the house. 

“Take me home please Lucas, i can’t do this. i can’t. I don’t think I can survive it.” He has the car door open for me to get out.

“Kat, I promise you, you will be fine.” He reaches his hand out. I accept.

My heart is racing, what ifs are running through my head. Lucas opens the door and we walk in. Its quiet. My eyes well up with the sights, remembering everything. Lucas places his hand on my back, “You got this Kat.”

I nod. I look for Jackie but shes not in the kitchen. I walk over to the counter and open a drawer, I pull out a knife and carry it with me to the couch.

“Kat, really?” Lucas looks at me with his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know what I have been through.” Is all I say as I sit. 

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I wait a few minutes.
 My heart sinks into my stomach as J flashes around the corner. 

His hair is perfectly done, his skin bright white. He looks upset. More upset than before. He is dressed like he is ready to go out. I think I am going to lose it and I want to run out the door.
I take the knife out and hold it next to me. I just wait for him to make eye contact. 
‘He doesn’t have to know that he killed me.’

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He hasn’t noticed me sitting on the couch, “Hello, baby.” I hope my voice sounds convincing. 

His glare is sharp, I can’t read him in the slightest, but he stops and stares.
I want to run at him and tell him i missed him and then stab him in the heart and scream fuck you.
I don’t.

“Cat got your tongue J?” I stand up, knife by my side. I am not trying to hide that he hurt me, or that I want to hurt him. Im trying to hide that he killed me.

Still nothing, i go for it.

“Too much of a pussy to give me a reason J? Just couldn’t man the fuck up and tell me why you didn’t want me? Just had everyone else deal with your trash? Just let everyone else deal with the fucked up things you do?” I start walking towards him. He isn’t saying anything and I feel powerful after saying what has been on my mind. “Come on J, don’t you miss playing with me?” I run the knifes blade against my jeans. Still nothing from him. 
I walk up to him, my face close to his and my eyes are locked on his. 
I put the tip of the knife at his chest, “Did it fucking kill you like it killed me J? Did your heart fucking break to its core? Did you lose sleep? Could you eat? Did you have a gun shot wound that would remind you every second of every damn day that you were alone? Did you fucking miss me J?” I press the tip in the knife in his skin, “Say something.”

“Yes.” His voice is low and gives me chills. I don’t let it phase me. I press the tip in more, a drop of blood runs down his chest. Im angry, so angry with him because i want to forgive him already.

“Yes what, asshole?” I’m not letting his go that easy, I can’t.

“It killed me.” He sounds like he is in pain. “What, what are you even doing here?”

“I had to see if it killed you as well, you look fine though. Perfectly fine. Must be nice.” I take the knife out of his skin. I go to walk away and he grabs my arm, i turn around and put the blade to his throat, “Don’t fucking touch me.” he lets go and lifts his hands.

“Go out with me tonight?” He still sounds like he is in pain, but I cant read him. “Please, Kat.” He moves closer to me and I hold out the knife, “I understand, let me explain. Please, just one night and I will never bother you again.“

I lower the knife.
I don’t know what kind of spell he has over me but I nod, “One night.”  

I walked up and all three of them were just staring at me, and oh my god it was so intense. Having all three of them just there, like whoa. I had a picture of me and Nikki doing the NBP from wrestlemania and I walked up and was showing them. Jensen just looks at me like 👀 and said “what am I doing?”
“You’re putting your hand on your shoulder and being sassy.”
He’s like “OH OKAY I CAN DO that.” with that little smirk.
And then I was like “misha can you come over here?” And pointed next to me and Jared starts poking my Phone and starts to grab it from me and goes “oh like this?” And grips his shirt collar and pulls it down. I pulled a Sam Winchester bitch face, like it was so involuntary and it just happened, I was like “no on the shoulder” and I looked at jensen & said “ok I’m gonna "critique” you" and he’s like “ok ok” and he put on that face like “yeah that’s right I got this” and posed. I put my hand on his shoulder and all the sudden leah turns so fast to face Jensen and goes “wrong side!” and me and Jensen just look at her like 👀 and then we took it
And then we were leaving and misha goes “do you know what that was?” And Jensen is like “I don’t know what that is.” It was amazing I died laughing walking out

HunHan ~ Jealousy

I have a peculiar thing for jealous HunHan. Like, for real, I just find it painfully adorable.

^^Very subtle LuHan 

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^^ I cry XD

^^ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

^^(Also known as the “someone-gon-die” face)

^^Sehun be pissed as fuck *tut tut*

^^ Lets out frustration with water bottle XD there, there, Sehun. Everyone knows that LuHan will forever belong to you ;)

^^I can never get over this gif (ノ⊙曲ఠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Sehun’s full-on bitch face when he caught Jongin and Luhan sharing an awkward moment like (┛ಠДಠ)┛

^^ Literally, I’ve used this gifset so much, and I do not care, it’s so fucking amazing (Ō̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ ԑ Ō̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ ૢ)

Oh my god, Sehun, could you be anymore obvious ;w; and LuHan’s all cute and clueless like 。゚(TヮT)゚。I can’t. I really can’t.

Sehun didn’t like that LuHan’s hand was on Tao’s shoulder, so he put his hand on his to compensate (੭ु ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )੭ु⁾⁾

HAH!!^^ ahhh, good times

^^ Not related to jealousy…I just wanted to put it up there as a reminder that, regardless of the constant emotional possessiveness these two seem to have over one another (ᗒᗜᗕ) nothing shall ever come between them. At the end of the day, their affection towards each other remains unchanged (no matter how far apart they may be) 

She gives me one of those
honey dipped dagger looks.
She puts her hand on my shoulder
as she whispers pink clouds over sunset
into my ears. I like her a lot, and
I think she likes me fine. She gets
her friends who pop their gum
and blow bubbles bigger than
crystal balls to ask me,
So, Who Do You Like?
She sneaks in through my bedroom
with a deck of Tarot cards and
a mug full of tea leaves and secrets.
I can tell she’s done this before,
but there’s a glint in her eye-
the same kind of shine that
a kid gets when he plays with his
first Magic 8-Ball. She reads a lot,
but mostly finds stories in my palms.
Tells me things I’ve never heard
but always suspected. Fate flirts
with me hard. You’d have to be made
from marble to not flirt back.
—  What Do You See? by Alex Dang!

“Careful!” I said. “Don’t twist like that, or your dressing will come off! What are you trying to do?”

“Get my plaid loose to cover you,” he replied. “You’re shivering. But I canna do it one-handed. Can ye reach the clasp of my brooch for me?” With a good deal of tugging and awkward shifting, we got the plaid loosened. With a surprisingly dexterous swirl, he twirled the cloth out and let it settle, shawllike, around his shoulders. He then put the ends over my shoulders and tucked them neatly under the saddle edge, so that we were both warmly wrapped. “There!” he said. “We dinna want ye to freeze before we get there.”

“Thank you,” I said, grateful for the shelter. “But where are we going?” I couldn’t see his face, behind and above me, but he paused a moment before answering. At last he laughed shortly. “Tell ye the truth, lassie, I don’t know. Reckon we’ll both find out when we get there, eh?“  

–Outlander, Diana Gabaldon

Literally the most DISGUSTING THING just happened to me why do I have to look 10 years older than I am

This really disgusting dude like x2 my age walked up to me in the middle of Barnes and Noble and delivered the most degrading and awful pick up line I’ve ever heard (that I’m not even gonna repeat because holy crap was it awful) and the put his hand on my shoulder and I literally just turned around and walked away and hid in the bathroom and called the person I was there with

You know what makes it worse? The fact that I’m wearing full length jeans, boots, a tee shirt and a jacket with a flannel around my waist. Nothing I’m wearing is revealing and the only skin you can see is my neck, my face and my hands.

So please don’t tell me to “cover up next time” or something like that because it’s 50 degrees outside and I dressed like it.

Kuro’s magical coat

Hey there everyone! Here’s another translation for a comic which was provided by the lovely @kairei-chan​.
You can find the scan of the comic HERE. Hope you like it :)

Mahiru: They are not moving….
Kuro: The bath is free now…What are you doing?
Mahiru: Ah, Kuro! Say, the coat tails on this can move, don’t they?
How do you make them move?
Kuro:  What are you saying there, huh? There’s no way they can move, y’know…
It’s not like those are actual tails.
Mahiru: …?!
*small text near Kuro*: Ice cream…

Did you guys see that when Kuro put his hand on Mahiru’s shoulder, the coat tails reacted?
They seem to respond to him. Maybe the coat is imbued with Kuro’s energy or something.
Quite interesting :D
If you someone sees mistakes in the translation, please tell me. My Japanese is average, so my translations might not be great.

serinsnart  asked:

Can you write me some fluff about Bellamy letting Clarke paint onhis back?

“What are you drawing?” Bellamy asked as he turned his head to try and get a glimpse of his back over his shoulder.

Clarke pushed his face a little to get him to look forward again, smearing a bit of excess paint onto his cheek by accident as she did so. “Hold still. It’s not like you can see your own back anyways.”

“Exactly. You could be painting anything,” he pointed out and a small smirk formed on his lips as he teased, “What? Are you drawing a big sign that says ‘Property of Clarke Griffin’? Or maybe ‘If found, return to Princess’?  Somehow I don’t think that would make good war paint.”

The entire camp was filled with energy and anticipation of the fight to come and many had started to draw war paint onto their faces and chests. Bellamy, on the other hand, had agreed to let Clarke do his paint for him. When he’d agreed, he hadn’t been expecting that she was planning on painting on his back, but he wasn’t going to stop her.

“You wish,” Clarke muttered. “But no.”

Bellamy was starting to get a little impatient as she walked around to face his front so that she could paint across his chest. But as she began again, his curiosity was peaked and he ducked his head down to watch her as she concentrated on her work.

At first he couldn’t tell watch she was doing, but he eventually realized that she was painting surprisingly detailed looking body armour onto his chest. Clarke’s inner artist had let loose, resulting in him having war paint that seemed to be inducing a fair bit of jealousy in the others, whose own paint jobs were much more basic.

As she finished painting the armour vest, Clarke realized that Bellamy’s war-paint had gathered quite a bit of attention from the rest of the camp and there were a few people who had just stopped altogether to watch her work.

She wasn’t done yet though. She thought his arms looked a little bare, so she switched to some black paint and drew a few swirling lines along his arms, making it appear as if they had tattoos curling down their lengths.

She took a step back to admire her handiwork, along with her canvas. She decided that she was almost done, but she still had one last touch to add to her artwork.

“Give me your hand,” she told him.

He stuck it out obediently and she quickly painted the finishing touch onto the back of his hand.

“I like the armour,” he told her. “But I’m not sure how effective the tiara is at making me look tough.”

Clarke smiled a little to herself as she set down her paint.

“I thought you wanted to be marked as my property.”

Day 03 -- How to Train Your Taemin [JongYu, PG-13, 1453w]

Yet again I prove I can’t keep things to drabble length. Thanks for prompting, anon, I hope you like it (:

Drabble a Day | Prompt Me!

“Do you want to meet my dragon?”

Jonghyun pauses with his teeth millimeters from Jinki’s neck, hands in his hair, Jinki panting between him and the tree they’ve shoved themselves against. “What?”

“It’s – you know. It’s been a while, us. Maybe it’s time.”

Jonghyun’s palms weave soft currents against Jinki’s neck down to rest at his shoulders. He’d almost forgotten about Jinki’s dragon, with how little he was mentioned. A few vague descriptions, complaints of a scratch or a burnt wardrobe thrown in. Maybe it was out of sensitivity to Jonghyun’s dragon-free lifestyle. Mothers with dragon allergies really put a cramp in one’s reptilian options. (She’d offered him a plain old consolation sheep once. He’d politely refused.)

“What’s his name again?” he asks, lips still a warm centimeter from Jinki’s adam’s apple, his tongue slipping out to trace its edges.

“Taemin.” Jinki shudders and steers their hips together, hands on Jonghyun’s waist, pushing forward until the wool of their tunics catches in the friction. Jonghyun pulls back and Jinki’s mouth kisses over his cheeks, his chin, his lips.

“Ah, yes,” he says, distracted. “Taemin. Sounds great. I like dragons. Yeah, good.” Jinki smiles tentatively. Jonghyun wisely ignores the “I hope so” that he whispers as he straightens their clothes before they head back to the village.

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Teaching Michael to dance

Requested, thanks:)

They sat together on the couch, watching Dirty Dancing, Y/n’s head laid on Michael’s shoulder. He played with her hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to her head. His fingers traced the indent of her collar bone, her long slender fingers gripped his t-shirt.
“I’d love to dance like that.” Michael whispered in her ear. “If I knew how I mean.” He added. Y/n moved her gaze from the television to his green eyes.
“Would you like me to teach you?” She asked. Michael smiled softly, one side of his mouth turning up.
“I can’t guarantee I won’t step on your feet, but sure.” He answered before pulling his girlfriend to her feet.
“Okay, put your hands at my waist like this.” She instructed, bringing his hands to her waist as she clasped her arms around his neck. “Now just walk back and forth.” Michael began doing that, swaying as he did so, cringing when he tripped over his own two feet. “Look at me, stopped staring at your feet. It’s just me.” Michael nodded, redirecting his gaze to her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, in a trance. Y/n blushed excessively and stared at the ground, her cheeks a rosy red. “I thought I should learn to dance before we have to do it in front of everyone when we get married.” The blue green eyed boy said. 
“When we get married?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah, not soon probably but eventually. Y/n I’m so in love with you, I’d like to have you by my side forever.” He said with his famous crooked smile.
“I’d like that.” She responded as she played with the hair at the back of his neck. Michael kissed her forehead, rubbing circles into her lower back.



With arms and legs tied, I cough up a scream.

With the truth hidden, even cold lies are familiar.

All with the same chilling smiles, pretending to be kind cosplay.

Don’t want to say anything anymore.

Bow and stay silent.Were everyone dead? I, listening to words like ‘don’t become trash, become a lie’, am also fake.

(You) destroyed what used to be an unchanging dream, but what? The one who’s changed is you guys, what more do you want from me.

Being aware, losing to the silence; a flower bloom in the mud; Turned on the light in the darkness and I’m walking with my shoulders straight.

I won’t ever lose.

Try pushing me more.

This isn’t a maze, mirror.

Put away those dirty hands.

Your last place is on the keyboard; behind my back are friends who trust me.

Try living like that forever.

Nobody cares about desperate excuses.

Why do you look at me so hard like that? Pitiful! Watch and see if I get out of here (because of you).

Keep hiding there and continue to bark like crazy! I will walk my path, just follow my tail.

See clearly with (your) two eyes how far I go.

With arms and legs tied, I cough up a scream.

With the truth hidden, even cold lies are familiar… 

T/n: Lyrics to Eunhyuk’s solo from SS6.


Gruvia Week Day One: Hair

“Daddy! You doing it wrong!” Gray Fullbuster looked down at his three year old daughter Mika, who was currently pouting with hands on her hips, trying to look like her mother when she yelled at him. He had to admit she looked adorable do so.

Looking at her hair Gray could see why his daughter would say such hurtful words. His failed attempt at pigtails ended up with Mika’s azure hair with one side to high and loose, and the other to low and tight. Overall it was a disaster.

“I’m sorry snowflake, you know daddy can’t do your hair like mommy, but I’m trying my best m’kay?” Gray told his little girl, before grabbing her shoulders and turning her around to again attempt to put her hair into, something.

After taking out the hair ties and blushing out the locks Gray decided to do something simple. If only I had paid more attention when Juvia was teaching me these things, Gray though to himself as he pulled Mika’s hair together into, what he thought, was a decent ponytail. He tied it off and turned little Mika around again. He looked at her thoughtfully and dropped his head in shame. Gray just couldn’t get it right. It looked like Natsu did her hair.

Mika walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Gray watched with interests as she ran off into the house and then came back with one of the hats Juvia had bought her, but was forgotten because she had to much fun doing Mika’s hair.  ”Can Mika wear a hat daddy?”

Gray smiled. He pulled out the hair tie and brushed out her hair, for the fourth time, before putting on the hat on her head. Mika giggled before looking into the mirror.

“Look daddy! Mika looks just like momma!”

Smirking he looked at his little girl, with her big doe eyes like her mother, but with his coloring, and long hair the same shade as Juvia’s. She couldn’t have been more right, she did look just like her.

“Yeah you do Mika, now let’s go! Mommy and Silver are waiting for us at the guild!”

Mika nodded and ran off to grab her shoes. After the shoes were on her feet the two Fullbusters walked  out of their home. Gray locked the door and he and Mika were off hand in hand to the guild.

The home he and Juvia built was right on the lake, and not to far away from the guild. When they built the house Juvia was very insistent on a big house. At the time Gray didn’t get why the two of them needed so much space, but when he asked, Juvia would just pat his chest and say “You let Juvia worry about it, you just build.” Gray, not being able to say no build the house exactly how Juvia said, and now that they had a growing family Gray finally understood.

It was a beautiful day, the warm summer breeze and sunny sky warmed their faces as they walked mostly in silence. The only real noise came from Mika humming a song while she skipped next to Gray while he watched, the smile on his face never leaving.

Gray heard the guild before he saw it. Fairy Tail was always loud it came as no surprise, especially now that all the members had their own children. When they did finally get inside Mika ran off to play with Layla, Natsu and Lucy youngest child, while Gray looked around the guild for his wife. He spotted her sitting at their usual table.

Making his way over he plopped down next to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Oh, Gray! Juvia didn’t see you come in! Where’s Mika?” Juvia asked as she passed him the plate that was in front of her. Like usual it was piled with food, which she never had any intention of eating but instead got for him knowing he would eat it.

“She’s off with Layla. By the way, next time you want a shopping buddy take Mika, I need some father-and-son bonding time with my boy,” he told her as he ate his food, “by the way where is he?” Gray scanned the guild hall for his five year old son.

Unlike his younger sister, who was a spitting image of her mother, Silver took after his father. And just like his father he was off fighting with Igneel “Iggy” Dragneel, and Gale Redfox.

That was until Erza’s daughter Ruby, whom is younger then all the boys, when up to them and yelled for all of them to stop or else.

All three boys stopped instantly. Just like her mother, you did not want to mess with a mad Ruby Fernandes. Ruby’s personality was mostly like Jellal’s, though she did have Erza’s temper, and fiery scarlet hair.

Chuckling to himself at the scene before him he turned his attention back to Juvia who was giving him a sly smile, “Gray, you couldn’t do Mika’s hair again? Or is Juvia wrong?” Juvia said and leaned on her elbow.

Gray rolled his eyes before answering, “You know I can’t do hair! With Silver all I have to do is make sure he brushes it! Thankfully Mika found one of her hats instead.”

Juvia laughed, “Well, you will have to learn sooner or later! What if these baby twins are both girls? Then what?” Juvia asked, placing her hand on her swollen stomach.

“Well by then Mika will want to do their hair, so I’ll be okay,” I grumbled back and placed my hand over hers.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

He groaned and ran his fingers through Juvia’s hair. Liking the way it felt as he did so.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?”

“Yes,” Juvia told him and smiled, “but Juvia wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“I love your hair,” Gray whispered in her ear before kissing her.

A high pitched “eww” was heared behind them, followed by a giggle they both knew well. Pulling away from each other Juvia and Gray looked down to see Mika giggling with her hands over her eyes, though there was a noticeable gap where she was looking though.

“Momma! Look! Mika is wearing a hat just like momma!” She gave her parents a little spin, making her blue dress with white daisy print flair out as she did so, “Does momma like it?”

Gray picked up their daughter and set her on the table top.

Juvia put her hands over her mouth, “Oh Mika baby, you look beautiful!” Mika just giggled and kissed both her parents on the cheek before hopping off the table and running off into the loud, rowdy guild in search of  her aunties Lucy, Levy, and Erza, to get their opinions. There was no doubt in either of her parents minds that their daughter would go to every single one of the guild members and ask for their opinions.

“See, I don’t have to learn, she’s going to want to wear hats now,” Gray’s voice was full of satisfaction.

“Nice try Gray, Juvia is still teaching you again.”

Gray grumbled. It wasn’t his fault he just couldn’t get the hair right, but he supposed if he did learn it would be just one more thing he did better then Natsu and Gajeel. 

The raw emotions and superb acting in The Reckoning are just sublime! Surpassed my expectations!

“Aye! Ye think I should ha’ been able to protect ye there, an’ you’re right. But I couldna do it; you had to do it yourself, and now you’re tryin’ to make me pay for it by deliberately putting yourself, my wife, in the hands of a man that’s shed my blood!”

Your wife! Your wife! You don’t care a thing about me! I’m just your property; it only matters to you because you think I belong to you, and you can’t stand to have someone take something that belongs to you!”

“Ye do belong to me,” he roared, digging his fingers into my shoulders like spikes. “And you are my wife, whether ye like it or no!”
“I don’t like it! I don’t like it a bit! But that doesn’t matter either, does it? As long as I’m there to warm your bed, you don’t care what I think or how I feel!”

Excerpt from: Diana Gabaldon; Outlander


heyyy so can you do a ashley purdy one where you two start dating and he introduces you to his friends and like the guys from AA hit on you and ronnie radke doesn’t like you and he acts like an asshole then ashley gets them to back off you and he says really cute stuff about you on stage and fluff?

“Hey”, Ashley grinned at the small group which was standing in front of the Asking Alexandria Tour bus. “Hey man!”, Danny yelled after he took a sip of the drink he was holding in his hand.

Everyone of Asking Alexandria, Black Veil Brides and even Ronnie Radke stood together, talking and drinking a little but as they saw Ashley and you coming over to them, all eyes turned to you immediately.

“Who is that lovely lady?”, Ben grinned as you stopped in front of them. “My girlfriend, (Y/N)”, Ashley grinned proudly and put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Nice”, Cameron looked at you from head to toe and gave you a playful smirk. You blushed a little but smiled back at him. “Don’t even bother trying to flirt with her, man”, Ashley laughed and pressed a short kiss against your temple.

After you said hey to everyone, a short somehow evil laugh caught your attention and almost immediately, you knew who it was. Ronnie Radke. “How long have you two been dating?”, he asked and grinned at you. You couldn’t say if it was a friendly smile or annoyed and forced.

“For about a month”, you replied. Ronnie chuckled in amusement and looked down for a brief second before looking back at Ashley. “She doesn’t look like your type at all. Aren’t you always looking for some chicks? Her chest is as flat as an island”, he laughed at his own joked but everyone else stayed silent and gave him a disapproving look.

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