and you probably don't understand and you had probably moved on before i even left

We Don't Get to Choose

Summary: Reader has feelings for Carl and feels like he doesn’t love her back.

Warnings: fluffff

Word count: 1,253

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I needed someone to kiss me like in the movies I used to watch. I needed someone to tell me how much they needed me when I felt unappreciated. I needed them to love me unconditionally, even when I didn’t love myself. I needed someone to touch me the way you used to read about in novels. The thing is, I felt like I needed someone to do these things for me to be okay but they were just wants.

And I didn’t realize this until after I got what I wanted, which made it so much better. And it wasn’t like I was desperate enough to just let anyone who came by be this person that I wanted. I had my sights set on one person in particular but they were too stupid to realize how I felt. But that’s the thing about love; you don’t get to choose.

You just have to deal with the fact that the person you want to be with for the rest of the time you have left will probably never feel the same way about you. And they’ll never understand why you act the way you do around them because they’re too ignorant to realize what you feel for them. You have to go on believing that that one, single person, will forever hold your feelings because you can’t forget about them when they’re there every single day. That one person, has all the power over you and you can’t do anything to fix it.

“Hey,” he smiled that dashing smile I lived to see every day. He sat down next to me on the steps, his beautiful smile still shining on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back as he sat next to me.

“Hey,” I replied, trying my hardest not to grin so big at just how dumb in love I was for him. My happiness quickly faded when I thought about how he’d probably never feel that way about me.

“Let’s take a walk, y/n,” He stated, standing up from the step he sat on and reaching out for my hand. A small look of delight tugged at the corners of my mouth. I gladly slid my hand onto his and helped me up. It surprised me when he didn’t let go after I was standing in front of him. What surprised me more when he didn’t move, almost closing the space between us entirely. His blue eyes stared into mine for a few seconds before his mouth opened slightly as if he were about to say something but changed his mind.

Afraid of the many ways this could go wrong, I politely smiled and removed my hand from his, walking around him to widen the distance between us. A slightly confused, slightly awkward expression appeared on his features before he sighed and told me to follow him.

We began walking, me following behind him grinning at the feeling of his touch. I could still feel the warmth from his fingers on my hand even though he’d let go minutes ago. As I was thinking about the small moment we shared a rain drop fell on my cheek and slowly ran down my face. It was only drizzling so we kept on with our walk and eventually I walked beside him. We walked in silence listening to the rain for another half hour before he spoke up.

“I…I’m sorry. About earlier,” he said with an awkward smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. My head turned away from him quickly, realizing he didn’t mean what happened before. I realized he didn’t feel what I thought and hoped he would after so long.

“Don’t apologize,” I stated blankly. I could see him look at me out of the corner of my eye. I wished I could know what he was thinking, or at least what he thought about me. It was so heartbreaking not knowing if he thought we were better as friends or if he saw a different future for us. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain of not knowing was becoming unbearable and I needed to hear the words come from his lips, so I knew it was real.

“How do you feel about me?,” I blurted, still not able to look at him.

“What do you mean?,” be questioned, a playful tone evident in his voice.

“I mean, do you…am I just a friend to you..or am I more?,” I forced out, balling my hand in a fist to keep myself calm. I knew I’d break down if he said what I thought he would. It would break me hearing him actually say the words.

He gave a long sigh before he answered which only made me squeeze my fist even tighter. I could tell my knuckles were white from how hard I was clenching my fingers.

“Y/n, I…I don’t…,” he trailed off.

“It’s okay I know you don’t feel the same way about me,” I chocked out before I began to walk away, to cry my pain away.

“Y/n, wait!,” he called after me. I stopped in my tracks but didn’t turn around as looking at him would definitely signal the sea of tears I was holding back. I heard him walk towards me until I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“Look, I’ve been in love with you since I met you and…I didn’t know if you f-,” I cut him off.

“If I felt the same?,” I inquired, now turning around to look at him. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could he not know? Why was he so god damn blind to how much I loved him? And why did it take him until now to tell me?

“How was I supposed to know?,” he asked, shocked that he hadn’t realized before now. I sighed and threw my hands up in frustration. “Why me? Out of all the other guys why’d you choose me?,” he added.

“Don’t you get it? We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with! I can’t help the way I feel about you,” I exclaimed, ready to explode from all the feelings I was having at once. I don’t know if I was more shocked that he loved me back or the fact that he didn’t understand after all this time.

“If I’d known I’d have said something a long time ago,” he chuckled.

“God you’re stupid,” I breathed as I rushed to him and crashed my lips onto his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he brought his hands to my waist. He began to kiss back, hard, pushing his face into mine. But I didn’t care. I’d been waiting for this for so long. He began to grip my hips harder, pulling me even closer to him, if that was even possible. We kissed like this for I don’t remember how much longer but it was like heaven. It was as if this weight was lifted from my chest, the weight I had been lifted since I could remember. I was finally free of the pain of holding my true feelings inside.

Finally, we pulled away from each other, both smiling, as we stood there in the rain, not caring about anything else but how lucky we were to share that moment.

“I’ve been waiting for the moment I finally got to kiss you,” he breathed out, leaning his forehead against mine.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Between Earth and Hades (Part 2)

Originally posted by juicebox2121

Pairing: Teacher Erik, Student reader (Not together but you do have a serious crush goin on)

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4-


After discovering your abilities, you begin to perfect them in the training initiative on Erik’s behest. After catching you use that training for a darker purpose, tensions between you and him rise.


It was good to hear them scream. The sheer amount of panic that chorused out of your bullies when a dome of black fog descended around them and blocked off the hall. Your fist outstretched you laughed, not bothering to pick up the books they knocked out of your hands and scattered at your feet. This moment took all of your attention because you needed it, to see them back off when you were done tormenting them for not just keeping to them damn selves like everyone else.

A hard grip clamped around your wrist and yanked you back, pulling you out of your reverie. Erik was glaring at you, jaw set with what you knew was to be a lecture.

The fact he was protecting them burned under your skin. Ripping your hand free you missed your bullies run and stumble scared, their whimpering drowned out by the racing of your heart.

The anger in his face broke down. In a few blinks he sighed and slouched, disappointment in his words. Him expecting better from you wasn’t fair. “What are you doing?”

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Don’t Leave Pt.2 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

BTS; Yoongi/Suga

Genre: Angst | Smut 

Word count: 9,120 end my life

Warnings: Emotional pain…… I’m sorry

Description: Three years later and no word from Yoongi. When you move to Seoul for your first job out of college and bump into him accidentally, what secrets will unfold? 

A/N: Again, wanted to thank @baeseoul who’s fic Destruction of a Muse inspired me to write this(please, please give it lots of love) and to @jungblue for giving me the idea. I apparently like to cause emotional pain and turmoil. I’m sorry.

Also, thank you for bearing with me on the wait, I suck and procrastination is strong on my end, but I hope you all will enjoy.

Originally posted by yoonkooks


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Translation Script of Eureka Seven AO Final Episode: One More Time - Lord Don't Slow Me Down

After some 4 years, and almost pretty much out of nowhere, they decided to make a Pachinko Game for Eureka 7 AO. To promote this, they created this new final episode, which was split into 5 ~5 Minutes ONAs released over the span of 3 month, before being followed up by the announcement of the Hi-Evolution movies.

Despite being a promotion for the pachinko game it really has nothing to do with it at all. Instead, it’s the full version of the last two minutes of Episode 24 of the TV series, with some details being retconned.
As such, you either ought remember a good deal of the show or have to rewatch it. 

It’s legally and freely avaible to watch on the Pachinko Game Sammy Cooperation’s Channel on Youtube.
They actually made some effort to have all on screen writings in both Japanese and English, but no subs are available. 

I kind of really enjoyed this episode. Nobody has bothered making a translation as far as I can see, so here is mine. 
 (Although chances are high most E7 lovers who don’t really like the AO Season probably don’t care anyway I suppose…) 

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I Want to Make You Smile

HELLO!! I have so many Solangelo fanfic prompts and it makes me soooo happy. So this is one that @disenchanted-rose sent me where they slept together but one of them left before the other could wake up and now they don’t know what to do. Sorry @disenchanted-rose but if u wanted NSFW content I rlly don’t like to do that so this is free of it. Let’s just keep it at midnight kisses and shirtless boys :D 

 Idk if I messed up the ages, but I know Nico is currently 14 and Will is 15.

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 Nico di Angelo’s life was always a mess. His mother, his sister, his father, the fact that he was the gayest person in the word. Life just hated him. He went through puberty and it just dumped whole new problems on his shoulders, giving him nightmares, causing him to raise the dead when he had surges of anger, giving him suicidal thoughts. He thought the world would be over when he found himself falling for a certain doctor at the age of eleven. 

 When he was twelve, the boy with golden hair started to show concern for him. He was constantly showing up in Nico’s cabin, making sure he was taking his medication and that he was alright. Sometimes he would stay and they would talk well into the night. Whenever Will left, it was as if a part of his soul was ripped away as his footsteps echoed through the empty room. He was surrounded by darkness, and his light left. 

 When he was thirteen, almost everyone found out. Percy, Jason, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Reyna, Frank, Hazel. All of the people who where remotely his friends. Will was the only one who didn’t. Frank and Hazel, bless their souls, let him be and didn’t force him to do anything. Percy, Jason, and Leo where constantly asking him questions, telling him to just ask Will out. Piper and Annabeth where constantly playing matchmaker dropping not-so-subtle hints to Will. Reyna assured him that Will liked him even though she has no idea who this boy really is. They where in his hair, holding their breath for the moment. 

When he was fourteen, it happened. Fourteen was a young age, and it wasn’t an age for serious commitment. But sometimes things happen and you find yourself in awkward situations. Maybe fourteen was the worse time to do it, maybe he should’ve waited, but words come out of your mouth, you do things without thinking, and it just happens. 

 Will came in for another check up. They where side by side on Nico’s bed and the light was fading outside, making it hard to see Will. But Nico memorized the lines of his face. He could see him, even now. He saw Will’s easy smile and shining eyes. All he wanted to do was kiss him. Nico must have been making a face, because Will stopped smiling. 

 "Nico? Are you okay?“ 

 "Ummhumm,” Nico said, pursing his lips. He wouldn’t get upset as something as stupid as this. It didn’t fool Will, who has been treating him two years. Will puts his fingers on Nico’s chin and turns his face towards his. 

 "Nico. Really. What’s wrong?“ Nico wasn’t in his right mind. It was 1am and his eyes where starting to itch with sleep. So that’s why he planted his hands on Will’s thighs and pushed himself up so he was kissing Will Solace. Will was so surprised by this action that when Nico pushed, Will was pinned onto the bed. When they fell, Nico let out a startled "oomph”. They where splayed not so gracefully on the bed, and Nico felt himself blush. Will just giggled. 

“I guess I literally fell for you,” he says between giggles.

“Your a dork,” Nico says as if it’s a fact.

“I know,” Will says with a cheesy grin. Then, oh gods, he puts his hands on Nico’s cheeks.

“Let’s try that again with a lot more passion and a lot less surprise,” Will says, pressing his lips to Nico. Nico, being the awkward Son of Hades that he is, falls on Will again, knocking their foreheads together with a loud thump. Will giggles again as Nico apologizes and pushes himself off, but Will grabs his arm before he can take off and pulls him onto the bed beside him. They both lie on their backs now, staring at the ceiling of the cabin. For the first time ever, Nico notices the cracks in the roof that show glimpses of the stars outside as moonlight trickles in. Another beautiful thing he took for granted. 

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” Will says dreamily. He takes a deep breath.

“Yeah…”

“You know who else is beautiful?”

“Gods, Will. If you say ‘me’ like in those memes I will–”

“You are, Neeks. You are the handsomest person I have ever met.” There is no stopping the heat that creeps into his cheeks, somehow making it’s way to his ears. Nico hides his face in his black hoodie, having no intention of coming out. 

“What are you doing?” Will says.

“Hiding.”

“Why.”

“Just shut up.” Nico feels Will maneuver himself on top of Nico on his hands and knees. 

“How am I supposed to kiss you if you’re hiding?” Will asks. Nico pokes his eyes out, and his eyes out only. Will unzipped Nico’s hoodie so that his face was showing. Will leaned down and pressed a kiss to Nico’s lips, and Nico responded by pushing back harder and harder, lifting his head up to meet Will. He then grabbed Will’s shirt and pulled him beside him so they where facing sideways and kissing. 

They moved closer and closer, relying on each other for heat as cold winds drifted through the cracks in the roof. Will’s hands where clenched in Nico’s hair as he kept pulling him closer and closer. Nico decided to place his hands around Will’s neck. Just to experiment, Nico slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and started to feel the lean muscles of his back. Will seemed pleased with this arrangement and Nico tried letting his hands travel up Will’s shirt instead of down. He honestly wasn’t sure what they where doing, but he almost died when Will let his hands slip up his shirt. They made trails of fires that created hidden scars on his back and it made him feel alive. More alive that Nico has ever felt. It made him feel less like a walking corpse with no soul and more like a person. For a moment, he forgot who he was. He was with the boy he loved since he was eleven.

Eventually the kisses slowed as it neared 3am. Both of them where bare chested and falling asleep. They stopped and Nico curled into a ball; his natural sleeping position. He was out in seconds, and was shivering. Will draped the covers over him and then climbed in with him, lying beside him and petting his hair. Nico murmured words of delight and occasionally said things in italian that Will did not understand. One phrase caught his attention though. 

“Ti amo, Will.” Will’s eyes widen. He has a basic understanding of languages to know that “amo” probably means “love”. 

Will fell asleep curled around Nico. 

Nico woke up first that morning. Sunlight was filtering in and Will’s golden curls shimmered. The drowsiness that caused his actions the night before was gone and he realized just what he did. I kissed Will Solace. Nico couldn’t believe it. It was too good to be true. Which means it wasn’t. It was something that may or may not have happened. Maybe they both fell asleep while talking and Nico dreamed all of those things. Maybe this was a one time thing that Will would yell about when he woke up. Of course he would yell at Nico and ask him what in Hades was he thinking. He would ask how he, the son of the god of the Underworld, could possibly think he’d have a shot with the boy made of sunlight, son of the god of the sun. How he could possibly think that the smile Will flashed could be his. He would say this was a fluke, and there is no way it could possibly happen.

So that’s why Nico maneuvered himself off of Will ever so slightly, creeping like a shadow without actually turning into a shadow. He threw on one of his black t-shirts and went down to the pavilion to try and act like everything was normal and avoid Will the entire day. The good thing was that people expected Nico to be lurking sadly in the shadows, so they didn’t notice the tears that streamed down his face. 

Nico was picking at his breakfast, having no intention of eating when a tray slammed down on the table, causing Nico, and the table to jump and Nico’s silverware to clatter to the floor. 

“What the hell, Nico?” Will shouts above him. Timidly, Nico lifts his eyes to Will’s angry blue ones. He was very aware of every eye on the two of them. 

“Are you really that cruel? Are you really as cold as you lead everyone to believe?” Will shouts. Nico finds himself shrinking smaller and smaller. 

Will,” Nico whispers urgently, “people are staring.” 

“I don’t f**king care if they’re staring. I can’t believe you left me alone! After everything!” Will’s face was red with anger. One of the campers drops their glass of orange juice on the floor. This outburst is outrageous. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if it was someone else, but it was Will Solace. Will, who had the voice of an angel that would sooth people into recovery. Will, who has never once said a curse word in his life, swearing at Nico. 

“I-I-I-I was s-s-s-scared,” Nico managed to tremble out. 

“Scared? SCARED? Of what? Me?” 

“Of course I was scared of you, Will,” Nico says, standing up as well. “Did you ever think of what I must be feeling when you bursted in here? I was scared, Will. I was scared you’d reject me. I was scared you where playing tricks on me. I was scared that you would laugh in my face and call me names because that’s all anyone has ever done! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I COULDN’T FACE YOU!” Will was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breath. To be honest, this was everyone’s ship, even if they didn’t know about Nico’s crush. 

“I thought you didn’t want me….” Will whispers.

“Of course I want you, Will. You’re all I ever wanted, ever since I was eleven.” Will looks like he is choking on tears.

“You too?” he says.

“What?”

“Three years ago. You wanted this for three years.”

“So?”

“I’ve loved you for five.” Nico let that sink in. Will liked him before Nico was even aware of his feelings. Not liked, loved. Ten-year-old Will Solace had a crush on Nico di Angelo. He fell in love with Nico when he was unstable and mourning his dead sister. He loved him even when he was a bigger mess than he is now. He loved him when they where just edging their way out of youth into the teenage life. 

“Why?” Nico finds himself asking. 

“Because. I knew there was a boy underneath all of those shadows. And I wanted him.” Nico reached over the table to hug Will, burying his face in his shoulder. Tears where cascading down his face, soaking Wil’s shirt. Will didn’t seem to mind. He let Nico cry as he petted his black hair. 

“Gods, I love you, Will,” Nico says.

“I do too,” Will says, smiling at Nico. The hall cheers, nearly scaring Will and Nico. Everyone has been waiting for this for so long, it’s a miracle it finally happened. Seeing Nico’s alert expression, Will took him away from the pavilion to the fire pit. 

“This was where I fell in love. I saw the firelight dancing over your skin and your eyes that held a ghost of the boy who was. A boy who would smile. I wanted to make you that boy again.” Nico collapsed on the ground.

“Nico, are you okay? Do I need to get a medic?”

“I’ve never been better,” Nico says, giving his first real smile in a while. It makes his eyes brighten in a way that makes Will smile even brighter and Nico is hit with the fact of how much he missed smiling like this. Goofily and joyfully in the face of those he loved. 

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:)

Short Story.. Trigger Warning

You know how adults always warn you to watch what you say because you might hurt someone. Not only are they right, but those word can leave scars. Of course not physical scars, like the ones we see on someone’s wrists. Mental scars, ones that you can hide with a smile. I never knew these things existed until after I was in a car accident. 
It started when I was peer pressured into drinking a few beers at a graduation party. Ok, mayne a lot more than a few but still. Anyways, all of my senior friends were going off to college and I was the only sophomore male to be invited. Everyone was drinking. Jumping into the pool fully clothed. People kept bumping into me and offering me drinks that people already drank out of. I was sick and tired of being the only sober one so I started to drink. And I just kept on drinking.
Most of the details after that are pretty nebulous, even to this day. I remember getting in the car with some seniors who had offered to drive me home. That they had a few shots and had lost count of how many beers they chugged. The music in the car was too loud to hear the car in front of us wail on their horn. 
A few weeks later I woke up from a coma. I couldn’t open my eyes. I overheard the nurses talking about my injuries. I had severe internal bleeding and my femur was broken in two different spots. I had a metal shard in my forehead for two days before the doctors could find a safe way to remove it. The doctors weren’t sure if I would wake up to be the same person. They weren’t even sure if I would live. People with these kinds of injuries usually never recover.
I could feel someone’s hand grasping mine. It was a familiar hand, someone who I knew. I tried to speak but the tube in my throat prevented me from doing so. I felt them move, probably sitting up.
“Shh. Don’t try to talk. I am here.”
I felt myself relax. Tobias. He is actually here, I thought. I squeezed his hand, reassuring him and myself that we were both here. Together.
Tobias was the only family I had left. My parents died when I was young. I never got to know any of my foster parents, because I was in and out of their homes. I was a problem kid until he changed my life. He is my life.

After 2 weeks, I was finally able to open my eyes. I was expecting to see Tobias, but I saw something else in his place. It vaguely resembled a zombie. There were pieces of rotten flesh falling off of him and places that you could see through the body. There were also huge scars that probably took years to heal. The monitors picked up on my anxiety and the beeps increased in tempo. 
“Honey,” Said the figure that I was staring at. “Marcus. It’s me, your boyfriend. Tobias. Remember?”
I closed my eyes again and felt his hand on mine. It was the same one from two days ago. I open my eyes and see a mangled hand holding mine. I yell for the nurse and see a huge line form on his body. It was as if I had just taken a sword and sliced through it’s chest. 
The nurse was no different, zombie-like with open wounds and scars. I didn’t understand what was happening. My heart was pounding against my ribcage and I was hyperventilating. The nurse stuck a needle into my arm that was full of sedatives. The last thing I saw was the zombie Tobias holding me and trying to calm me down, like the real Tobias would. 

Next thing I know, I am in the psych ward. Yesterday, I told Tobias I didn’t see him the way I used to. He must have brought it up to my doctor. He was the only visitor I allowed in my room, because he was the only one that I knew wasn’t really one of the beasts that I was seeing. 
While I was in my hospital room, I saw people get hurt in the same way that I hurt Tobias multiple times. It wasn’t all gore though. I saw people healing too. Whether it be the nurse complementing the doctor; or a sick mother getting to see her kid for the first time in six years. Although some wounds were too deep to be fully healed, but others only left a white mark on the skin.
The doctors in psych gave me some medications, but those aren’t helping. I still see the mangled bodies that are supposed to be normal people. I have somewhat gotten used to seeing them this way, but it is still scary meeting a new person and not knowing if they really look like the way I see them or not. 
Tobias comes to see me once a week. It makes me feel safe when he’s around because I know with 100% certainty that he doesn’t really look like the person I see. We play chess and sometimes he brings in his guitar to play for me. The songs he plays always mesmerize me. 

I started lying to my doctors about what I see. They think the medication that they prescribed started to fix my mental state. In reality, I still see the bleeding and healing zombies. I have learned to ignore it and I apparently lie very well. 
Tobias started visiting more often after I started lying. I don't think he wants me to see the scars that he has tried so hard to hide from me.
There is talk about my release around the ward. I hope it is soon. I can’t wait to go home and be with Tobias alone. We haven’t been alone in forever. There are so many things I want to tell him. So many things I want to say I am sorry for. 
Today, Tobias gets to stay most of the day. It’s a family day here at the ward which means the patients get to spend a whole day with their family. I had to explain my situation to get the personnel to even let him on the list. 
He brought his guitar and tried to teach me a few chords. He got a little frustrated at me and decided we should do something else. I suggested that we should go out to the yard and watch clouds fly by. He smiled and pulled me towards the door. 

I was finally allowed home. I have to take an assortment of medication but I am finally home with Tobias. 
It has been 6 months since I have set foot in my own house. It looks the same except something seems off. Tobias has what could be described as a grin on his face. It is just so suspicious. I walk into the bedroom and I am greeted by a small, calico kitten meowing at me. It is the only thing I have seen in a long time that wasn’t mangled or had any resemblance to a zombie. 
I dropped to my knees and grabbed the precious little thing and started to cry. Tobias started to get concerned and I told him they were tears of joy. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten me a kitten.
“Her name is Luchadora.” Tobias said while petting the kitten in my arms.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Fighter.”

That night I could finally see myself in a mirror. I hadn’t seen myself since before the accident. They didn’t have any at the ward because a few years back a guy broke one and slit his wrists trying to kill himself, making the administration take away all the mirrors and replacing metal silverware, glasses and ceramic dishes with plastic. 
What I saw in the mirror wasn’t what I remembered. I barely had any untouched skin. Most of the wounds were open. Very few were scars. I stared at myself for what seemed like an eternity, memorizing every wound. 
I saw Tobias in the mirror before he hugged me from behind. He kissed my neck and said that I needed to stop admiring myself so he can. I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. I told him I needed some sleep in my own bed. He said that he would join me later. 
I curled up under the covers. They smelled like Tobias. Luchadora joined me and feel right asleep. I admired how innocent she was. How untouched she was.

After a few years of seeing people as mangled bodies, I figured out why I could see scars that no one else can see. They are the emotional ones, the ones that we hide from the outside world. I have started to watch what I say. I have been trying to make people’s day better, not worse. Luchadora has a few scars on her now but I make sure that she doesn’t get anymore. Tobias and I adopted a beautiful Native American baby girl a few days after my 27th birthday. She was just as pure as Luchadora when we first got her.


Please Don't Go (Oikawa Tooru x Reader)

Anon asked: Hello!!!! Angst anon here!!! I’m so happy you love writing angst bc I love reading them!!! Can I have one for Oikawa??? Maybe his s/o is worried about him bc he’s overworking himself and he snaps? And scares his s/o into a very submissive phase?

I hope I did alright? I felt like I could’ve made it more dramatic, but then I could get carried away and make it over the top???? Anyway, I hope I satisfied your angst needs. If not, there’s more angst requests!
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He wasn’t returning your phone calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He even went so far as to avoid you during school. This streak has been going on for three days and frankly, you patience was starting to wear thin. Volleyball practice was just ending for the day and you watched as all the members started to stream from the gymnasium doors. Well, almost all of them. Your eyes caught Iwazumi’s and you strode over to where he stood. You already knew what he was going to tell you. But you asked anyway.

“Is he still in there?”

Iwazumi sighed and a look of concern crossed his features. “He’s not going to leave until he feels like he’s honed his skills to perfection which isn’t going to be for a while. I know you care about him but,” he glanced behind him to make sure Oikawa had miraculously appeared behind him. “It’s wouldn’t be wise to try and convince him to stop. He tends to be harsher when he’s in this mode.”

A feeling of weariness washed over you as you realized he probably hasn’t been taking care of himself properly.

“I understand, but I’m not leaving without him. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” You waved him goodbye and started towards the club room entrance.

You peeked in and weren’t surprised to see dozens of volleyballs littered around the lone captain. The look of Oikawa’s face was that of sheer determination. You were guessing he was practicing his serves once more. He would have looked normal except for the dark rings around his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping nor was he probably eating. Deciding the best choice of action was to obtain dinner, you left hurriedly. By the time you made it back with two bento boxes, it was nearing seven and Oikawa was still in the gym. Silently, you crept inside towards the bleachers and placed the food down, careful not to disturb the setter. You didn’t want to eat without him so you waited for the sound of balls pounding the walls to cease. When you found an opening, you took the opportunity.

“Tooru, I brought you dinner. Maybe you could take a break?” You called out, but his back still faced you.

“I know you have a big game coming up, but maybe you could take a break?” You suggested, rising to your feet when he refused to answer.

You walked closer, reaching a hand to touch his shoulder. “Tooru please-”

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped causing you to falter in your steps.

“You know, I would think that you could take a hint. If I don’t answer your calls or texts it means I don’t want to talk. I have a tournament coming up within days and I don’t need any distractions. Especially from you!” He yelled, his voice carrying an icy undertone to it.

You were frozen in place. He never yelled at you before. Not like that. It scared you. He had spoken as if you were just another obstacle in his life. The thought alone killed you inside. You were shaking as you moved back, rushing to collect your belongings before he could see you cry.

“Y-you’re right. I didn’t mean to bother you. Goodbye.” She whispered quietly in hopes of not angering him. The only sounds were that of your retreating footsteps and a slamming door.

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Thursday was not very pleasant. Unfortunately, you were stuck on the same room with Oikawa for most of the day, only escaping for lunch. You were more quiet than usual and when questioned, you simply shrugged it off. In reality you were hurt by your boyfriend’s words and replayed them in your mind constantly. But you didn’t want to voice your thoughts for fear of angering him.

The bell rang and everyone rushed to leave the school until it was just you and Oikawa left. Your silence apparently had the opposite effect of what you wanted.

“What’s with you today?”

You didn’t move to meet his gaze, instead looking down at your hands. “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”

You quietly packed your bag up and moved out of his way, wanting to get away from his piercing stare.

Despite last night’s events, you waited for Oikawa after practice despite Iwazumi’s protests. He was still your boyfriend and you still wanted to make sure he was okay. Even if you were afraid of him.

You didn’t even step a foot into the gym before Oikawa snapped at you.

“Just leave. I really don’t feel like dealing with you today.” He growled sardonically.

“I won’t bother you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You whispered quietly.

This only served to infuriate him even more.

“I am fine! And I would be even better if you’d just leave!” His voice has risen volumes and your eyes widened even more than they were.

This time you couldn’t stop the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes. All the emotional frustration that was pent up finally released itself in the form of salty tears. You couldn’t seem to stop them and you didn’t care. All you wanted was to go home. You didn’t offer a response, opting to leave silently instead.

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Friday, thankfully was a student holiday which meant there wasn’t school. You could be at peace alone. The universe seemed to have other plans for you. The doorbell rang twice followed by insistent knocking. You would have ignored it, but it we becoming to distracting to do so. Throwing open the door it revealed the last person you wanted to see.

“Can I help you?” You greeted him with the same quietness that seemed to irk him.

“I need to talk to you…” He muttered, stepping into your house when you moved aside.

You walked towards the kitchen, quietly asking if wanted tea. You may have been scared of him, but you were not a bad host.

“I came here because I needed to apologise. My behaviour the past few days was uncalled for. Especially to you.” He said reaching a hand out to touch you, but you nervously recoiled.

He was a bit surprised and wasn’t sure how to respond. “W-why did you flinch?”

You just shook your head and looked away.

“Please tell me what’s wrong…” His voice strained against itself.

“Tooru, I-all I tried to do was make sure you were okay. I don’t want to see you overwork yourself and when you yelled at me, that scared me. You’ve never yelled at me like that before.” You admitted, this time your eyes met his.

He moved closer to you and pulled you into an embrace. You felt the sensation of something warm hitting your neck. Gazing up, you realised he was crying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tournaments always stress me out, but I know that’s no excuse to treat you the way I did. I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed into your neck, desperately holding onto to you as if you’d flee at any moment.

You contemplated s moment before you slowly wrapped you arms around him.

“I’m not leaving you Tooru. But you have to promise me that you’re not going do that again.” You reassured him, listening to his countless apologies.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.”

Oikawa was a man of his word.

First of my series “Seasons” 

Sirius Black x Hermione Granger 

Muggle AU

I wanted to gift my tumblr friends a Christmas story (though I don’t mention Christmas there is a fireplace and snow)

WARNINGS: Coarse language; age difference (but they meet while both are in perfectly legal ages).


“Crookshanks!" 

Sirius heard a woman call outside; it sounded worried, panicked even. He went to look out the window. Sure enough a young woman was out there; her hair was cascading out the wool beanie in crazy curls and her mouth was sticking out of the huge red scarf she was wearing. Her shoulders and the top of her head was covered in snow.

"Crooksie!" 

She sounded desperate. 

Sirius let the curtains close in, grabbed his coat and put his feet into his black boots opening the door.

"Hey! What are you doing, it’s freezing out there!” he shouted to get her attention.

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anonymous asked:

"The egress order had been determined years earlier. A month before launch, we all got tattoos of our Mars numbers. Johanssen almost refused to get her 15€ because she was afraid it would hurt. Here's a woman who had survived the centrifuge, the vomit comet, hard-landing drills and 10k runs. A woman who fixed a simulated MDV computer failure while being spun around upside-down. But she was afraid of a tattoo needle."- Watney! I can totally see this as a Fic with Beck ultimately persuading her!

Title: TBN 
Fandom: The Martian
Pairing: Chris Beck/Beth Johanssen
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers from the book. Needles mention, needle fear involved.
N/A: I’m very sorry for the super late reply, you probably don’t even remember asking this or maybe you are not even following me either lol. But still, I wanted to write this anyway.

As Vogel laughed while Martinez took the picture of his new tattoo, Beth fell the knot on the bottom of her belly drop into a wave of cold feeling around her entire body. She heard the artist ask for the next one, and the laughs of Watney and their pilot when Lewis announced it was her, she had said with a cheerful tone: go Johanssen! and she knew this was the worst idea ever. And not because she thought the tattoo tradition is bad or that tattoos are bad, is just— The… the thing. The inty thing, what is its name? THE THING! Yeah, it was a little overwelming to surrender to it, she was trained astronaut now but she hadn’t had the need to fight one of those pointy, shining things in forever. She always hated going to the doctor.

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Say Hey

Inspired by x ‘Say Hey If You’re Gay’ in which John isn’t a dick and Cas’ parents are, but it’s okay.
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He felt like today was going to be good.

It was just one of those intangible feelings, a good one though. Which was weird because what is good about a random, boring day in the winter break?

Nevertheless, Dean Winchester was on a natural high, moping around the house in barely anything and was looking forward to games night with Sammy and his father. And his mothers famous pecan pie would be coming through the house by 3pm, there was nothing stopping him having a day of laziness and pure relaxation.

“Please, don’t wear that shirt, Dean,” Sam pointed at the baggy, black shirt loosely hanging around Dean’s frame as he came into the kitchen.

“Why not? You know you love it.”

Sam rolled his eyes and dropped his pen on the table, ruffling his hair up. “Maybe because it has the words ‘say hey if you’re gay’ written on in white bold on the front!?”

Dean grinned at how uncomfortable it made Sam and pursued wearing it for the entire day.

He’d brought it as a joke for himself, after coming to terms with bisexuality he just went with the flow of Charlie, everyone’s gay best friend, excitedly screaming things in his ear while they went shopping once he told her. It was the heat of the moment kind of decision, one of which he did not regret.

Everyone had got used to Dean lounging around in it though, his father even chuckled at it every time the ridiculous thing came into sight. Even if he didn’t make a noise, Dean knew it was making John hold in his laughter. It just boosted Dean’s confidence even more. He hadn’t expected that reaction from his dad at all.

The funny thing was that John even teased him about it with lighthearted humour. Mary, his mother, just smiled and rolled her eyes at John and Sam’s insinuations.

“Dean,” Mary said, sensing his presence in the room but not looking up from her book, “we’re having Amelia’s family over for a quick discussion on John’s future in the company. They’re very…” she turned the page, “let’s just say don’t mention being bi. Or wear that t-shirt.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Dean dismissed the words, they were just ramblings of irrelevant events.

He spent the rest of the day lazing around his bed, moping through about and hour of self-pity with his head in the pillow, listening to the Batman soundtrack before scrolling through his Tumblr dash for another hour. Mindlessly, he ate through the last of his Halloween candy while watching TV, and before he knew it there was his mother calling for his presence.

Of course, being half asleep and ignorant of what had been previously said to him about the visitors and blundered noisily down the stairs, wearing The T-Shirt.

Oh, and just boxer briefs underneath. And that was it.

“…Yes, I agree. Dean is very promising, but we’re trying to search for a suitor as he should have a girlfriend at this age, but we keep wondering why our boy doesn’t,” a fake laugh, “don’t we Castiel?”

Dean squinted at the light as he entered the room, that articulate accent was so foreign to this house. And he didn’t like it.

And yes, he was still in The T-Shirt.

And boxer briefs.

And nothing else.

In front of his mothers posh friends and his fathers boss’ family.

“Dean!” he heard Mary harshly whisper at him.

A collective gasp came from the lady, standing pristine and formal with her husband in an expensive suit. Behind and between them stood someone, presumably their son, Dean thought.

Dean also thought that said son was the most beautiful man - no - person he’d ever seen. He immediately got lost in those bright, vivid blue eyes the he could happily stare into for eternity. It then came to Dean’s attention that Blue Eyes was staring at him back.

That didn’t stop Dean’s eyes from searching the rest of his body, the tight dress shirt around his muscles, the raven and ruffled hair to his jaw, his stubble and angelic presence in Dean’s mind. He was other worldly, no doubt about that, the way his fingers lightly traced his suit jackets edges and the tilt of his head like humanity was all new. But Dean had never been more enticed or in awe of someone within a minute of meeting them.

However they were still plunged into deep silence, Dean being the centre of attention and the room.

The silence dragged on. It was boring but with his and Blue Eyes’ family watching him wide eyed, and Dean felt tense. He knew he’d fucked up. Fucked up his dad’s career, moms friendship, The T-shirts future in this house, his allowance to wear it.

Dean’s eyes were in a trance about the sons, who was about his age, face. His flat and slightly chapped lips were agape like he wanted to say something and the boy shuffled on his feet a little.

Dean disappointedly looked down at the 'say hey if you’re gay’ writing and then back up to the handsome stranger.

“…Hey?” Blue Eyes softly spoke into the silence, his voice much deeper than Dean expected.

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Pillows

ao3 link, part 1 → 1.6k

Soulmates AU where people are born with a tattoo of the first words they hear their soulmate say + deaf!cas & nerd!dean

Castiel didn’t put much stock into soulmates. He couldn’t fathom why such a plethora of people would rely so heavily on the concept. The tattoos appear from who knows where, laying stagnant on your arm, and, yet, everyone is so apt to become a slave to the string of words. Sure, it’d be nice to find someone with compatibility guaranteed, but c'mon. It couldn’t be all that it’s cracked up to be. Maybe he was bitter because he grew up without a mark, or maybe because he couldn’t hear his soulmate, even if he had one.

Maybe the grass is green, and the sky is blue, he thought.

He knew he didn’t have a tattoo-couldn’t, really-because listening to his soulmate’s voice just wasn’t in the cards for him. It would have been so much easier if the markings had been, like, a picture of his match, or something. And if money sprouted from sighs, we’d all be millionaires.

Instead, this strange system targeted his weakness and turned him into even more of an outsider than he already was. He would never know the first words his soulmate said to him. He was stuck just making do with a guess and hope. Even if he didn’t wholeheartedly believe in the idea, he secretly wished he knew what the fuss was all about. At night, in the quiet of his room, he would imagine what his tattoo would say, or act out scenarios of his first meeting with his soulmate. The wonder and eventual satisfaction must feel like flying, or maybe falling. These bouts usually ended in puffy eyes and broken glass.

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loyal-mm  asked:

“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” with Mr. Parker pls?? I love your writing by the way 😊😊

“Is this…wrong?”

“Morally, maybe.”

“Jesus Christ, I knew Parker was a nerd, but this is just too weird.”

The back of the Midtown’s library was basically abandoned, minus the three of you, and Peter’s mumbling, slumbering figure. The teen was slumped against a desk, various textbooks and papers strewn about as he shifted, making you jump. Words tumbled out of his mouth, just as they had been for the past ten minutes as you, Ned, and Flash took a seat opposite from him.

Flash grinned, his feet propped up on the very table Peter was sleeping on. He looked as though he was having the time of his life, watching Peter make a fool of himself as he muttered words like “save” and “princess” while he tossed and turned.

“Aw,” he taunted, chewing on his gum with a wide, mocking smile. “Parker’s playin hero!”

“Knock it off, Flash,” you warned elbowing him in the side. He hardly moved, and you resisted the urge to rub your elbow. You’d probably hurt yourself more than you’d hurt Flash.

On your right, you could hear Peter’s best friend say something under his breath, but you didn’t push for him to repeat himself. Ned had a knack for saying some very rude (but hilarious) things under his breath, and you knew that if Flash wasn’t in such a good mood, he might rough up Ned for saying such things. You left it as it was, knowing it was probably for the best.

To your left, Flash was giggling. You sighed, turning to see him taking a snapchat of Peter, zooming in on his parted lips, waiting for more words to come out. You felt anger burn up in your chest, seeing him ridicule your friend like that.

“I said knock it off!” you raised your voice, knocking Flash’s phone face down onto the desk. He was so shocked that his legs came crashing onto the table, making him yelp.

“YN, what the-!”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes cut to Peter’s curled form, his brows troubled as he lifted his head. You sucked in a breath, waiting for his next move, but he simply laid his head in a different direction before saying, “Get away from her.”

None of you made a sound. With wide eyes and heated cheeks, you looked back and forth between the two boys, who were just as stunned as you were. Unfortunately, Peter wasn’t done. “I’ve got you, Y/N.”

“Oh. My. God.” Ned’s face is in his hands, clearly overcome with second hand embarrassment. You can’t even find it in you to have an opinion about this, not quite sure what you’re doing in Peter’s dreams anyways. You lean over his brunette head to see if he really is asleep, your face quite close to his.

All off a sudden he’s groaning (“Shit, is he moaning?” “Flash, shut the hell up!”) and his lids flutter open, fists unclenching and relaxing before he picks his head up and sees your eyes, large and guilty as he gains his bearings.

“wha-?” he blinks back the bleariness, seeing the full picture of you, Flash and Ned with apologetic smiles.

“Hey, Peter,” you start nervously, giving him a little wave. He suddenly jolts, aware that the three of you are staring at him as though something has happened. He starts to say something, but Flash beat him to the punch.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” he’s almost happy when he says it, his lips curved in a smirk. Before Peter had time to answer, you cut in.

“We were checking to see if you were okay, because you skipped lunch and fourth period and found you here, but you were asleep and then you started talking and-“

“And then you mentioned Y/N in your dream.” Flash finished, his grin still prominent. “I think you called her a princess.” Ned looks through his fingers, watching as Peter’s face goes pink.

“I, uh,” he stumbles, scratching the back of his neck in shame. “It wasn’t anything bad, I swear, I just uh, sometimes I,”

“Peter,” you start softly, looking him in the eyes even though his gaze is averted. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing, but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”

“H-how did you guess that?” his voice is so quiet that you’re straining to hear him. His head is hung and there’s an overall quality to the moment that strikes you as inappropriate. You heart hammers in your chest as he wets his lips, obviously resigned to tell you something. He starts to take a deep breath, but soon there’s a piercing bell that makes you four bristle.

“Ah, shit. That’s math. C’mon Y/N, we’re going to be late.” Flash is swinging his bag on his shoulder, all his interest lost now that he can’t humiliate Peter. You heave a sigh, knowing that what lay ahead in your pre-calc class with the jock wasn’t going to be fun.

Now at each other’s sides, Ned is helping a still sleepy Peter collect and organize his things. The two are mumbling about something, and for a moment Peter’s eyes are wondering over to you, the two of you locking onto one another for a brief second. And then he’s looking back down again, a blush across his cheeks.

You want to ask him more; what the dream was about, why he can’t seem to look you in the eyes, and most importantly, “Are you okay?” But your fast beating heart is jeopardizing you, stalling your cognition and turning your words into mush.

“I’ll uh catch you guys later,” you say awkwardly, not even waiting for a reply back. You hurriedly catch up with Flash, shaking away the thought of being a princess in Peter’s dreams. (But you can’t shake the dumb grin that comes with it.)

Bittersweet Words On My Tongue

I wrote this for Jeva on AO3, they’ve been leaving me a lot of nice comments on my stories and I felt like saying thanks!

“Evan and Nogla talking about friend crushes, yeah. That would be cute to read (or not bec I know you can make good angst) :)”

Pairings: H2OVanoss, Mentioned Daithi De Vanoss (nothing actually happens).

Warnings: Alcohol Mention, Swearing, a little bit of angst & a bittersweet ending (depends on how you look at it).


“Have you ever… kissed a man before?”

“Yeah. Once… in high school,” Daithi replied, his head ducked low as he concentrated on his drawing and Evan watched as his pencil stroked across the surface of the paper.

It was oddly mesmerising.

He knew that David wasn’t overly talented when it came to drawing- he had watched the YouTube videos of him drawing their group- but his friend was determined to better himself and Evan was proud. It was a hard talent to learn- from Evan’s experience- but it was funny to watch Nogla, with his tongue peaking out between his teeth, as he attempted to draw Evan’s hand.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! How about headcannons for how the RFA would react to an MC who is tone deaf but loves to sing when alone? (Or at least when they think their alone) if you don't mind thank you

YES THIS IS SO CUTE

the MC is gender neutral in this, also i put them in school/work for some. i hope you don’t mind!

Yoosung

  • seven likes to joke that when this boy is deep into his LOLOL, nothing less than the sound of a full-on nuclear apocalypse can get his attention
  • unfortunately for him, your singing voice is even louder (and worse) than that
  • he’s in the middle of the hardest dungeon (the water one obvs), but he tugs off his headphones and just. listens. in awed silence.
  • you’re even worse than him after three beers with zen, and that’s saying something
  • so naturally, the only thing to do is drop everything he’s doing and join in
  • he finds you in the kitchen baking cookies, using the wooden spoon as a mic
  • you freeze when you see him, but before you can be embarrassed he joins in, loudly and horribly
  • he grabs your bright pink hairbrush and uses it as a mic too
  • “i can be your backup singer!”
  • the two of you end up dancing around your shitty student kitchen and just generally being terrible college kids together
  • he definitely tries to do a cool move and slips and falls because of his sock feet
  • you almost fall over laughing and he scrunches up his nose at you
  • “fight me”
  • that makes you laugh even MORE because it’s like a kitten trying to growl
  • eventually you tire each other out and just sit on the kitchen floor, digging your spoons into the cookie dough you never ended up baking
  • you’re both loving it tbh. yoosung looks like he’s died and gone to heaven
  • “this is better than sex"
  • “GOD YES"
  • it’s all fun and games until the landlord shows up with five noise complaints about the stupid college kids singing along to BTS at 3 am
  • u guys were totally listening to this and wearing shutter shades the whole time probably 
  • “AYO LADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEEEEN”

Jaehee

  • she was working the cash register of the cafe 
  • politely taking some posh-looking businessman’s order for a double half-sweet earl grey latte with soy milk or something
  • idk man my friend worked at a starbucks let me tell you those orders can get COMPLICATED
  • and then suddenly the most ungodly noise blasts out from the back room
  • “NEEEEEEEEAR, FAAAAAAAAAAAAAR, WHEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAARE….”
  • and jaehee’s like is that you??? singing in english??? 
  • “please excuse me, sir”
  • the guy is left there wondering what the hell just happened
  • jaehee finds you in the back room washing dishes and belting out the main theme of the Titanic like the world is ending
  • you’ve also got your headphones in, so calling your name doesn’t work
  • she ends up having to walk over and tap you on the shoulder
  • you were completely dead to the world, so feeling jaehee tap you on the shoulder was a huge shock
  • you shriek loudly and whirl around to face her, probably definitely breaking some dishes in the process
  • meanwhile all the fancy business coffee people are waiting in line outside, wondering if somebody’s getting murdered in there or????
  • once you realize that everybody heard you singing My Heart Will Go On and that ridiculously loud scream, you just sort of blush and rub the back of your neck nervously
  • “uhm…sorry, Jaehee”
  • she just sighs and kisses your cheek before going back out there to explain to your customers what all that noise was
  • you may be a disaster, but you’re her disaster

everybody else is under the cut!!!!

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Imagine if Fox!Lila managed the tear Alya's miraculous from around her neck, resulting in her transforming in front of all of Paris. Lila has her pinned against the street, LB, CN, and QB are all in the shocked crowd that surrounds the previously battling foxes. Alya sees her family and Nino, terrified, at the crowd's head. Lila grins, and leans toward the retrained heroine, and says: "Liars don't deserve love; take it from me." 1/2 (I'm getting vibes that she's gonna get kicked in the face)

Ladybug like runs tf over there and punches her (Lila) in the face and Chat and Queen are in the background screamin “TALK SHIT GET HIT, OOOOOOOH!!!!!” And LB retrieves Alya’s miraculous and gives it back and she’s like “Everyone deserves love, even liars. It just so happens that liars also deserve to be kicked in the groin or punched in the boobs.”

ok no tho im going to be serious now i promise also this is long sorry

Ladybug is fuming when Alya’s revealed in front of paris. She’s fuming when Lila tells her she doesn’t deserve love. She’s feeling guilty then too. But she squashes them both down, because she’s got her best friend and a classmate to save.

Her yoyo begins to spin and pick up speed, her brow is furrowed, and beside her CN and QB are in position to move. Everyone holds their breathe, waiting for Ladybug to make her move. Alya’s panicking and Lila’s smirking, but even her smirk is tinged with nervousness. Ladybug is about to do something, everyone can feel it, but before she moves, she says:

“There is no single person that I’ve met who is undeserving of love. Liars, cheaters, bullies… what they do is wrong, yes. But if they do not deserve love, then it is hate they will get. Hate breeds hate breeds hate. Knowledge and understanding and compassion and love… those are what burn ignorance and cruelty to the ground.” She takes a deep breathe, reaching out with her mind to feel every muscle in her body. She’s steady, she knows it, and when she speaks again, her voice is free of wavers and strong. “Love will prevail today, Lila, as it always does. The heart is true and pure. Yours has been corrupted, but we will free it from Hawk Moth’s control. Now… Let go of my best friend.”

And just like that everything’s throws into action. Ladybug lunges forward at the same time Lila does, Chat Noir and Queen Bee both act as support, and Alya tries to get herself closer to her miraculous which is still gripped firmly in Lila’s hand.

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XY & Z 28

(Part 1 on XY&Z 26-27 here)

Going directly to the core of the polemic of this episode, but not before mentioning that for me, this is one of the best written episodes of the whole Pokemon anime so far.

I see many people declaring that Serena did wrong on going after Ash and “not giving him space” and how that is toxic and invasive and abusive and other sjw bullshitty terms about literally everything on this episode, mostly based on translations provided by biased people (as usual). Not surprisingly enough, nobody focused on the big things this episode had, just jumped on the tags to complain, so allow me to en-light everyone about what was really going on with XY&Z 28, specially since close to no people got a proper translation of it yet.

(Really long post ahead)

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I think we as fans need to place ourselves in GD’s shoes for a moment to really understand where his frustration is coming from.

He has been in the entertainment industry for 20 years, 8 of which were with Big Bang. Even before the moment of their debut, he has been watched like a hawk for the slightest misstep, anything to ‘prove’ that he wasn’t invincible. It happened a first time in 2009 with the plagiarism accusations and then his concert scandal. It was really the first time he experienced that kind of negativity and backlash to such a great extent and it still haunts him today; his whole public demeanor changed after it happened and he withdrew into himself.

Then the second time in 2011, which I assume you all know about and I don’t need to elaborate on. That was probably the lowest point in his entire life and the hate started again. “You are the root of all evil in Big Bang,” is what one person said about him through social media and which particularly affected him. Imagine that being said about you; it hurts doesn’t it? But comments like that still get said to him today.

Once he finally got things back in order, the sasaengs started. They would wait outside his home, scaring his mother and sister. He even voiced out about it on his Twitter to get them to stop, and eventually had to move houses. “Fans” essentially kicked him and his family out of his own home.

And now he’s more famous and successful than ever, and with it brought even more craziness to his life. He has endorsement schedules left and right, flying all over Asia and even to America in a matter of days for performances and fan meets, the immense pressure of the fans for him to produce Big Bang’s comeback…. He is probably both physically and mentally exhausted. Yet his birthday rolls around and for one night he can let loose and be himself, enjoy the company of his friends. But even that is tainted.

“Oppa are you dating Kiko?”

“Why is that slut in the picture?”

“Answer me GD!!”

“She is no good for you, get rid of her!”

“You can do so much better Oppa.”

“I saw you two shopping together! You must be a couple!”

Over and over. Thousands of these comments on his Instagram, Kiko’s Instagram, his friends’ Instagrams, Twitter, the internet, news sites….. And how many photos of her did he post himself, that he gave permission for us as fans to see? 

One. 

GD posted ONE picture of the people at his party. 

He posted some balloons and his cake and a blurry group photo. He had a party. That is all we should have known about his evening. 

Every other picture of GD and his guests at the party was from one of the guests. How much do you want to bet that he went around to each person to say “Yes, you can post this picture”? I wouldn’t be betting much. 

His ‘private’ birthday party wasn’t even private anymore. And you know what? His friends aren’t even to blame because they were just doing as friends do, as friends of anyone would do, share some pictures of a fun night for each other to see. But it is the fans who also stalk his friends and seek them out, it is the fans who redistribute them, and it is the fans who go back to GD and reveal that these photos have been seen and comment inappropriate things on them

So after 20 long years of skipping a chance at a normal childhood and adolescence, of being under constant scrutiny by the public, facing struggles that no one should have to go through, and giving up his entire life to please us and entertain us, he can’t even have one night to himself, a night that should have been his and his alone. 

We have no right to be commenting on how he lives his life.

We have no right to be telling him who he should or shouldn’t be dating.

We have no right to judge his friendships. 

And we have absolutely no right to invade his privacy and personal space for our own selfish benefit, because our actions sure as hell aren’t benefiting him

G-Dragon is a musician, a band member and a fashion icon; he will never be anything more to us. As a fan we are here to support those endeavors in the most respectful way possible. We are lucky that he is so open with us sometimes and does give us little glimpses into his life, but that is all it should be, a glimpse, not a permission slip for us to control him and treat him like we own him. Please respect him so he can respect us in return; know your place and know the boundary.

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Guess whoooooo~ (Hint: Your only one daughter who's married to two dorks) Hope you don't mind me dropping in a request! Can I request Kid and Law who's crushing on the same girl and they're trying to flirt/impress her? Fluff/Crack probably. Just keep on writing ok? *hugs* -C

Of course my precious space child (づ。◕∇◕。)づ  I could write a novel about these two fighting o(*^▽^*)o *(C/N)= Crews Name *(F/N)= Full Name this got so long wtf

   It had been an interesting day. The famous pirates Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were both doing anything and everything to catch the attention of a certain lady, Captain of the (C/N) Pirates, (F/N). Both Captains have been trying to woo them in a form of alliance/partnership with her, but since both of them were attempting this fleet it wasn’t going so well.

   Any time the other tried to catch (Names) attention, the other would butt in. Kid would try using his abilities to lure her close but then Law would come waltzing over and chat them up. Then vise versa Law would try talking to them and Kid would come barreling in and take away their attention. It was battle for not only for her but a grudge match against each other. And it was only getting worse.

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First Fight (Part 2) // 4/4 5SOS Preference

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING SO MUCH!! Honestly didn’t expect you guys to love part 1 so much but thank you thank you thank you! 

So here is part 2, but if you haven’t read part 1 then you can read it here. 

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Calum:

You didn’t care that your phone was exploding. Or maybe you were just pissed over the fact that the first call and text you for wasn’t even from Calum. 

‘Hey Y/N, don’t worry about it too much. Cal was just being a prick. Come back safe when you feel better :)’ - Ashton 

'You haven’t answered our calls. I get why you didn’t answer Cal’s but please do cause he’s really worried. We all are. Please.’ - Michael

'I don’t know where you are Y/N but stay safe. Cal went out looking for you half an hour ago because you never answered any of our texts or calls. Contact soon’ - Luke

There were about 30 more of those texts. It started off as simple but it grew to be quite distressing. 

You listened to Calum’s voicemails though. He sounded angry in the beginning but as you continued listening to them you could tell he was sad. 

When you left the venue you had nowhere to go. So that’s exactly where you went. You walked around for a few hours. Your phone only started ringing after two hours, just when their show finished. 

It was past 10pm when you decided to go back to the hotel and face him. You didn’t want to come unannounced so you texted Ashton that you were coming back but made him promise not to tell Calum. 

When you walked into the hotel room you were immediately greeted with Calum pulling you into a hug. But you didn’t wrap your arms around him. 

“Thank god you’re safe.” He mumbled. “I was so fucking worried.”

When you didn’t reply or reach to hug him back he slowly let go. He watched your facial expression and you couldn’t help but let your lip quiver and your eyes well up with tears. 

“Oh I’m such a shit.” He muttered. He stepped back just in case he was angering you further. “I promised myself that I would never make you cry. God I’m such an ass.”

You didn’t even notice the tears were falling. So you roughly wiped them away. “I… I came back because I didn’t want to leave without talking again.”

His eyes widened. “You’re going to leave?”

“I mean, that was the plan.” You tried to act calm. 

“Y/N no… Please let me explain.” He pleaded. 

You were so tired so you walked over to the couch and sat down. Calum was too nervous to sit next to you so he paced in front of you. “Go ahead, explain.”

He gave you look before visibly gulping. “I just… I don’t know why I said that. Wait- what I meant was that I do know why I said that. But I realised it was so stupid. I just thought you were using me for fame 'cause I mean, maybe I’m paranoid. I’ve been through it so many times and I was probably scared you were like them. But you’re not.”

“Of course I’m not. Cal, you hurt me. And you even said all that stupid shit in front of the boys! Do you know how much that cuts?!” You snapped. 

“I know that now. When you left I went to follow you. I wanted to say I’m sorry but you were gone. The boys were yelling at me, telling me how much of a douche I was. And I knew it already. They were so pissed at me but not as angry as I was with myself. Y/N, you’ve gotta believe me. I’m so incredibly sorry.” He kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his. 

You sighed and let out a shaky breath. “I do believe you.”

“Then don’t leave.”

“But if I stay, how do I know it won’t get worse. Maybe when a flash goes off you’ll blame me again.” You accused. 

“Baby I promise that if you stay I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I know that everything won’t be perfect. I’m sorry but it’s the truth that I can give you. But I know that I’ll be there for you, always. I’ll trust you, I’ll try my best. And if those promises aren’t what you want then I understand if you leave.” He squeezed your hands and brought your eyes to stare at his. 

You were quiet for a while and bit your lip to stop the whimpering from your crying. You breathed out heavily and even though you didn’t trust your voice you said, “Okay, I’ll stay." 

Not even a seconds hesitation, Calum’s arms were around yours. He pulled you tightly to him and whispered how much he loved you. 

"Another thing that I’ll try my best at.” Cal smiled weakly. 

You sniffed and wiped your cheek. “What?”

He moved your hands away from your cheeks and cupped your face. His thumbs wiped away the tears. He kissed your forehead softly. “I never want to make you cry again." 

Michael: 

Michael watched your leave and it was probably the saddest thing to do what he did. He laughed. Because he knew that if he cried he wouldn’t want to wake up tomorrow. So he laughed. But that still didn’t stop a few tears slipping here and there. He fell straight to sleep where he was. 

He woke up and squinted at the bright light coming through the window. He groaned loudly and scanned around the room. He almost forgot to breathe. 

You stopped whatever you were doing when you saw Michael’s head peak through the top of the couch. 

"You came back?” He said. It was more of a question as to why.

“Yeah I um… I didn’t… I just thought that leaving wasn’t the best idea.” You tried to speak smoothly hit your voice came out shaky. 

You both looked like royal messes. Red eyes, puffy face and crazy hair. 

“Oh.” He didn’t know what else to say.  “Where did you go?”

Her eyes avoided him. “To be honest, I didn’t go too far. When I walked out the door I kinda just walked a block then I couldn’t take it. I came back here straight away.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.” He said.

“Plus it was cold outside so I came back in.” She added unsurely.

He watched her for a moment before saying, “Was that the only reason?”

Her eyes snapped to stare at his which made her lip quiver sightly. “What?”

“Was that the only reason why you came back? Or was there something else…?

She played with her thumbs and she tried to ignore the distance between them. “And while I was out um you know I had um a lot of time to think.” It was probably because Michael had just woke up but he just stared lamely at you. “And uh… I just. I realised that um… I’m scared.” Your voice cracked in the end and 

Michael sighed. “I know, but you have to understand that even if you’re scared I’m here for you. You could’ve told me.”

“I get that now. It’s just that I didn’t think you’ll get what it’s like for me. You’re living this whole other world and I’m just sitting here watching you. You have so many people looking up at you and I have to come in and…” You trailed off.

“They shouldn’t matter. The only people that matter in the relationship is you and me. Do you understand that.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Yes I get that now. But I was still scared.” Michael slowly got up. “I’m not done yet.” He stopped moving and just sat back down. “I’m so fucking scared. But I realised something else as well. That I might be so scared but I love you. And that probably doesn’t sound good enough for you. But it’s enough for me to see that I don’t care if I’m scared because I want to be with you." 

"You what?” He sounded so confused which made you laugh. 

So you walked over to him and said, “I said that I don’t care about all those fears because it’s worth it. Because I want to be with you." 

He groaned and fell back onto the couch. "Oh thank god.” You laughed at his reaction. “I actually thought you were gonna leave me.”

“I love you too much to do that.” You said simply. 

Michael got up and kissed you, making sure to pull you as close as he could to him. “Say that again.”

“I love you.” You giggled as he started kissing you on your cheek them in your nose then right back on your lips. 

“I love you too,” His thumbs brushed your cheeks and you loved the way he smiled down at you. “And I’ll always be here for you. Never forget that.”

Luke:

After he left, you didn’t know what to do. But you wouldn’t get any sleep that night if you didn’t speak to him. 

So you called him. You texted him. Probably wasted your credit on those million and one texts and calls. But you didn’t care. You knew it was your fault that you were sitting at home alone and worrying about Luke. 

You had fallen half asleep when you heard your ringtone. You immediately picked up. "Luke?”

“Uh no. Sorry for disturbing you Y/N but I had to call you.” Michael said. 

“That’s okay Mikey.” You said with disappointment. 

“I don’t know what happened with you and Luke but it fucked him up a little. He went out with us for some drinks and obviously drank more than he could. So now he’s kinda just fucked.” He muttered. 

You were quickly getting ready to leave even though you didn’t know where to go. You just had to help Luke. “Is he sick or hurt?”

“Just sick. He’s been puking for a bit and he said he didn’t want any of us to help. He said he just wanted you. We’re at his place. I’m sorry I called at like 3 am but it was kinda important.” He said. 

“Hey don’t be sorry. I would want to know so thank you. I’m on my way now. I’ll be there soon, tell him that.” You sounded panicked and quickly hung up to drive to his place. 

You didn’t even park your car properly when you got to his place. You ran out immediately and knocked on the door, slightly puffed out. 

“Thanks so much Y/N for coming.” Michael let you in. 

“Of course, I’m his girlfriend.” You mumbled and made your way to Luke’s room. 

“Yeah, it’s getting late. The rest off the boys have left so I’m gonna head out too. At least I know he’ll be alright in your hands.” Michael said. 

“Thanks Mikey." 

"Anything for my best friend.”

When you heard the front door shut you were already in Luke’s bedroom searching for him. 

“Luke? It’s Y/N.” You said. 

“In here.” You heard a slight groan coming from the bathroom. 

You ran straight in and scrunched your nose. “If the smell in here indicates what you look like then it smells like shit." 

He gave a half hearted smile and let you push him up into a proper sitting position. In silence you took off his dirty shirt and cleaned up the mess he was. You tried to do it without noticing his carefully stare. You went to get him a glass of water and came back to talk to him. 

"What were you thinking?” You mumbled. 

He drank the whole cup and put it down. “I wasn’t.”

“Luke…”

“Why do you care so much?” He said. He didn’t say it in an angry tone, more out of curiosity. 

“Why do I care? Because I love you.” You said simply. He gave a sad smile. You sighed and went to sit next to him. “I’m sorry Luke.”

“Me too.”

You took his hand in yours. “You might not think I’m not ready to move on or whatever. But you don’t get to choose that. I do. And I know that I want to be with you." 

He turned his head to face you. "How do you know?”

You turned away from him and looked ahead to think. “Because… When Mikey called me saying that you needed me I freaked out. I was out the door. I didn’t care where you were just as long as you were safe. And that I needed to be with you to help you. And that’s what makes me think that I don’t want to be with anyone but you. Because if anything were to happen to you I don’t think I’d be alright ever again." 

Luke gave a low whistle. "Well… That was some speech.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “Shut up.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” He mumbled. 

You laid your head on his shoulder and let his arms wrap around you. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

“Okay." 

There was silence in the room while you two laid there together. When he kissed your forehead you smiled because you knew that everything was alright. And that he was alright. 

Ashton: 

The fight was lengthy. You two didn’t make any contact for a few days. The boys were tired of your fighting and got you two into a room with each other and talk it out. 

You felt so sick with yourself. Ashton was the most stubborn person you had ever known. And even though you knew it was his fault, you pleaded an apology that he gingerly accepted. 

The next week you two tried to act like nothing happened. He tried that mostly. But you knew there was tension there because you knew who was right. But you didn’t want to fight with Ash. So you tried to let it go. 

But there was someone who wasn’t willing to let it go. 

"Come one Y/N, you have to show him.” Calum urged you. 

“No, it’s just going to make things worse.” You snapped at him and tried to get away. 

But he blocked you. “How the hell would it make things worse?”

“Look Cal, we just for back together and he seems happy. Showing this to him might bring up another fight.” You sighed. 

“Yeah he might be happy but we can all see you aren’t.” Cal said. 

“Who do you mean by we? Have you shown this video to anyone else?!” You were growing worried. If the video got out then Ashton would see it.

“The boys know. Just tell Ashton.” Cal said before handing you his phone with the video ready to play. 

When he left the room someone entered. “Just tell Ashton what?”

You freaked and hid the phone behind you. “What? Nothing.” You lied. 

“Seriously Y/N? I’m not an idiot. I see that phone behind you.” He laughed. 

“It’s nothing.” You pushed past him but he quickly got hold of the phone. 

“What’s this?” You didn’t have time to reply because you knew he pressed play. 

He looked confused at first until he heard the audio. The video was recorded by these two girls and you heard them say something about EX-GF/N about to break up in a fight with you. You were surprised when you heard the conversation you had with her before she splashed her drink in your face. 

You went to grab the phone off him before it could go further but there was no hope. You kept talking and he told you to shut up. You gave up, keeping your head down to stop yourself from watching his reaction. 

When the video finished he put the phone in his pocket and groaned. “Maybe I am an idiot” He mumbled before you heard a loud bang. Ashton has punched the wall. 

“Ash!” You gasped and went over to help him. “Are you alright?”

He slipped his hand from yours and sighed. “You’re so good to me. And I don’t even deserve it.”

“What?”

He sighed and took a step away from you. “Why are you so good to me when I screwed up? You could’ve said something!”

“I did!”

He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m such a fucking asshole. Why could you treat me so perfect while I treated you like shit?”

“Ash stop beating yourself up-”

“I need to! Because I yelled at you. I accused you. I hurt you!” He kept yelling. 

“Hey hey-”

“Why the fuck did I believe her over you? She’s a bitch and I knew that. But I still listened to her.” You knew he was talking mostly to himself now. 

“Ashton will you please stop-”

“And she hurt you and I didn’t help you. I let her hurt you-”

You didn’t know what to do so you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. You felt him hesitate but then you felt his hands grab hold of your waist and pull you to him urgently. He kissed you roughly but you knew it was because he was angry at himself and he was letting it out. 

“Thank you.” He sighed when your lips were only centimetres apart. “I didn’t deserve anything you did to me but I want to say thank you. And that I’m sorry.”

“I know you are Ash.”

“I am so so sorry.” He looked as if he was about to cry so you let your head fall to his chest and hugged him. 

“I know.”

You heard him sniff and you knew he needed you. “I love you so goddamn much. Please understand that.”

You kissed him quickly. “I understand. I love you.”

“Good.” He mumbled before pressing his lips back to yours.