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


I would like to point something out that I’m not sure anyone is talking about.

The obstacle course Ian is using while Mickey is shooting at random targets above him? That obstacle course wasn’t just THERE, guys. You know what that means? That means that Ian and Mickey found this place (probably Mickey knew about it first or they discovered it together. I’m assuming this because we never saw Ian here before and Mickey made himself at home here after what happens in 3x666) and MADE it into a shared space where they can each just hang out and do whatever they want. Mickey can shoot his gun to let off some steam and Ian can train for ROTC with an obstacle course they probably built together. They’d have a place to hang out without worrying about getting caught (you know, since the Kash and Grab CLEARLY wasn’t going to work anymore because each time they got caught up to that point, it was at the store). BUT it’s super important that we take notice that they are not just either fucking or working together. They spend platonic time together just hanging out. They are taking interest in each others interests and I really just CAN’T stress that enough to people who argue Mickey is toxic for Ian or that the relationship was bad in general. They were not just fuck buddies. They were friends, best friends.

So in the first scene Mickey is in, we see Ian proposing Mickey help him rob Ned’s house. 

Mickey seems disinterested in the conversation, but that’s likely due to Ned being mentioned and I imagine Mickey doesn’t really want to hear about him. I know I certainly wouldn’t. 

Something that may have concerned some people was when Mickey shot beside Ian while he was on the ground, but I’d like to point out something. We’ve seen this kid handling guns basically since we met him. He knows what he’s doing and I assume is an excellent shot. We see him shooting at targets all of the time. His family is swimming in guns. Plus if I want to be cold (and possibly get some hate) Ian is wanting to go into the army… May as well get used to bullets getting pretty damn close.

There wasn’t any malice behind it, though it is a shocking move to say the VERY least.

I love also how Ian is totally cool with the Milkoviches. He’s best friends with Mandy, in love with Mickey, and accepts basically everyone in Mickey’s circle.

Notice how he’s trying to make this a throw-away comment. Trying to act like he isn’t emotionally invested in why Ian likes Ned or hangs out with Ned. He’s trying (and failing) to hide his mounting jealousy.

I think Mickey shoots at these reasons for a couple of reasons. 1. It’s bullshit. Though I’m sure Ian does like being treated to stuff, Mickey also knows that this isn’t why Ian likes him or is pretending to like him. Those shots are his way of calling bullshit but in a way that won’t reveal how irritating this actually is. And 2. Because no matter the circumstances, Mickey will never be able to give Ian (materialistically) what Ned can and I think deep down that bothers him.

You can see that vulnerability in his eyes even when he’s trying to hard to act unbothered and casual, he can’t completely hide that Ian’s initial answer bugs him. He’s poor and even in season 4 when he has moments of wealth from the Rub N Tug, they are fleeting and not to the level he probably wishes he had. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

^THIS is the root of Ian’s problem with where he and Mickey are at and Mickey recognizes that as the truth.

And while he understands Ian’s impatience, he’s also really really scared to get emotionally attached. Nothing good in his life lasts forever, each time he and Ian find some semblance of happiness together, it gets fucked up so I can understand why Mickey would be afraid of building a connection (internalized homophobia aside!) But then there’s also a determination, and I’ve talked about it before. Almost like he’s wrestling with himself a bit. Like, okay I’ll still not admit I’m gay… But I’m losing him to this old guy and while I can’t buy him shit, I can maybe give him this? It’s at least worth a try, right?

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outta my league → peter parker

♬ outta my league — teyana taylor ♬

❈ if i tell you, you belong to me, would you be mine, in reality? and not just in my mind. i’m so tired of being invisible, to you. ❈

(y/n) propped her chin in the palm of her hand, a prominent pout stuck on her lips. she pushed around a carrot on her tray with a plastic fork. (y/n) looked up for one second and that was all it took for her to pull her attention from the shitty cafeteria food.

peter parker. him and his friend ned found an empty table (surprisingly). they were talking, probably something important.

it was a consecutive routine. (y/n) would drool over peter parker and nothing would happen. she didn’t understand why she couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to him.

once the bell rang, the hallways flooded with students, rushing back to class.

(y/n) stopped by her locker before heading to quantum physics. she mentally prepared herself for the lesson, applying chapstick with the mirror in her locker and shoving a piece of fruity gum in her mouth.

(y/n) took her assigned seat. she thanked the heavens for her arranged seat. she was actually a desk away from peter parker. he was diagonally ahead one desk to her left.

“peter, you were absent last class, weren’t you?” mr. nova asked before the bell had even rung. peter cut his conversation with ned short with a nervous smile and a nod.

“alright… um, i’m trying to remember students who nailed the review- ah, (y/n)!” (y/n) blinked, holding her breath. “if you need help with the review, please, by all means, ask (y/n).” mr. nova’s eyes would occasionally land on (y/n), making peter look over his shoulder to peer at the beautiful, blushing girl.

“uh- i- okay! for sure, thanks mr. nova,” peter smiled as mr. nova placed the worksheet on his desk. when most of the students had found their seats and the bell rang, mr. nova instructed that it would just be a work day.

“there’s only four days until your grades are finalized,” announced mr. nova. “so, instead of piling on more work on you guys, i’ve decided that these next few days could give you a chance to show that you want a second chance.” he cleared his throat, raising his eyebrow at a select few of the pupils. “i won’t allow anyone to move seats, knowing no one would get work done. i truly want you all to do your very best without any distractions.”

the class fell silent. surprisingly, the class remained quite hushed. the occasional whisper or pencil sharpener being heard.

and there was (y/n) again. eyes glued onto peter parker as she rested her chin on the desk. she watched as he slightly stuck his tongue out as he scribbled his name at the top. she couldn’t help the smile that ran across her face. she admired the way he’d tap his pencil to keep his train of thought going. his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned over the line he was on over and over.

peter sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“need help?” a warm and welcoming voice rang in peter’s ears like music. he turned and saw (y/n), cheeks slightly darker than her natural color.

“(y/n) i- sorry, you scared me. i-” he paused taking a breath. “sorry.”

“what are you apologizing for?” she giggled nervously, pushing her bangs behind her ear.

“i- i don’t know.” his shoulders slumped and he smiled anxiously, noting to himself that he had already screwed up. “so, i don’t remember this how to work this formula out. could you help me?”

she nodded her head with bright eyes. “yeah, of course.” her voice was low and soft. she sounded so delicate.

(y/n) had her palm propped on peter’s desk as she pointed at his paper, talking about the scientific equation. (y/n) would often flicker her eyes over to peter as he worked a part on his own, just with the little time she had.

“okay, i got it. thank you (y/n).” peter grinned at her while she gave him a shy smile.

that was actually the first time she talked to him without screwing things up. normally, she’d wimp out or end up a stumbling and stuttering mess.

the next lunch period, (y/n) sat herself in her usual spot next to a few of her friends from ap biology. they all knew of her obsession with peter parker.

“when do you think she’ll notice?” she overheard one of her friends.

“who notice what?” she assumed it was about her.

“harlowe stole your bagel sandwich.” olivea pointed out. quickly, (y/n) snatched her lunch back from the guy with a scold.

she stopped messing around when she saw peter walking beside ned. ned seemed to be ecstatic about something, while peter blushed, trying to shield his face with his water bottle.

(y/n) had been staring at peter for only half a minute until he finally looked up, finding the eyes he’d felt from far away. their eyes locked for a split second. the corners of peter’s lips curled upwards. peter was definitely happy to see her. and in a matter of moments, her eyes had trailed elsewhere. but not peter’s.

“she’s avoiding eye contact with you because she saw you look at her, stupid,” michelle informed with a dull tone.

“okay, i’ll look away.” he pulled away for the slightest second. “tell me if she looks my way.”

“she’s looking, she’s looking!” she exclaimed. peter averted his gaze to her for a slight second. she wasn’t even turned in his direction.

“really michelle?” peter just gave her a blank stare. michelle only snickered and shrugged her shoulders.

“why don’t you just talk to him?” olivea groaned.

“you don’t understand,” (y/n) frowned. her insecurities were eating her alive. “liv, you’ve never had to experience rejection. you were always accepted. everyone loves you.” envy was a bitch. “rejection is my biggest fear. and-” she exhaled deeply from her nose. she feared humiliation more than anything.

“maybe i can’t understand what you’re feeling,” olivea rubbed her back to help comfort her. “but i do know from experience that if you just sit here, nothing’s going to happen. is nothing better than something?”

“no, but-”

“exactly.” olivea nodded her head. “don’t sit around, waiting for nothing. do something about it.”

“i can’t. peter was crushing on a senior girl. why would he ever go for me?”

olivea shook her head. “(y/n). you’re not seeing the big picture. peter crushed on a senior girl. whom he went to homecoming with last year. she said yes. he probably didn’t even think she would, but she did. know what that means?”

“no, actually, i don’t. please stop talking in codes because i’m getting confused.” (y/n) slumped her shoulders.

“peter obviously was in the same position you’re in. he thought she was out of her league. but he gave it a chance and it went well for him because they went to hoco together. he messed it up because he left early, but honestly, the only thing that matters is that she said yes when he didn’t think she would.” olivea broke it down. (y/n) nodded her head with every bit of information she received.

(y/n) opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the bell. olivea, harlowe, and phoebe gathered their things while (y/n) stayed seated.

“think about it (y/n),” olivea said sternly before she started her way to class.

“oh shit,” (y/n) mumbled as she rode her train of thought. she had realized that there was probably no avoiding the situation. she had quantum physics with the guy and they sat next to each other. not to mention, she would probably see him in detention for the amount of truancies she’d received.

“welcome back to class.” mr. nova greeted the class. “congratulations, you’ve proved yourself worthy of a grade you deserve with the few days of make-up days. in which, i’ll return your days by giving you guys a free day. feel free to move around where you would like, but please make sure the volume of the class is reasonable.”

(y/n) sat still as she watch everyone rushing to stand up and move around.

ned made faces at peter. he would look at peter and then and (y/n) and frantically thrash is hands toward her. peter shook his head and ned nodded his head. ned spotted the seat behind peter was empty. so he’d be directly on the left of her.

“peter, don’t be a loser.” ned leaned in with a whisper. “talk to her, she’s just sitting there.”

“what if she’s sitting in silence for a reason?” peter retorted in a low voice.

“dude. you’re crazy. no one wants to just sit in silence by themselves.” ned shook his head as if it was the most obvious thing.

peter reeled himself back in his desk, forearms resting on top of his desk. he took a deep breath before peeking over his shoulder. sure enough, (y/n) had her eyes on him as well. once their eyes met, peter grinned before turning back to the front of the class. that must’ve been the boost of confidence he needed because he mentally prepared himself to sit next to her.

the sound of a loud, dragging desk interrupted peter’s thoughts and he looked to his right. there (y/n) was, pulling a desk to connect with his. peter couldn’t fight off his rosy cheeks.

“hey peter,” (y/n) smiled politely as she seated herself next to him.

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- -Part 5- -Part 6-

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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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


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.

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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!
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.


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.


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.

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.


 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.


“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.



“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.


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


“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. 



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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Love and War (chapter 7)

Strange Magic

Bog/Marianne, T rating

This is a story about two kingdoms, side by side, but worlds apart. And at war.

When the Bog King finally wins his war against the Fairy Kingdom, he decides that a political marriage with the eldest daughter of the deposed Fairy King will help to promote peace.

Obviously, he’s never met Marianne.


Marianne and Bog keep their eyes on each other as they move through step she’s just learned, their feet weaving as they circle each other, both of their blades flashing silver as they spin them, moving them in a pattern. One turn in with the swords spinning in their right hands, then a step inwards that brings the two of them closer as they both switch their still-spinning swords to their left hands.

Another turn, the swords moving in another pattern the entire time, and then one more step inwards, bringing Bog and Marianne close enough to change swords with each other, their hands and feet still constantly moving. The steps and the movement of their hands gets faster until, again, they change swords.

The blades clash together in the air as their feet come to a sudden stop, ending the dance.

“You,” Bog says, panting for breath, and looking down at her, “have got a natural talent for this.”

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Bookstore kid | Zach Herron |(PT.2)

A/N: you guys really seemed to like Bookstore kid, and really wanted a second part.. so here it is. I’m honestly surprised by the amount of good feedback, I thought it was just a shitty story but apparently not ahah! Thank you for reading, annnd here is pt.2 :)


PT.1: The boys encourage Zach to get your number, and when Zach gains confidence to do so, he also thinks of an idea - that he thinks is rather cute - on how to get your number.

PT.2: You go about your life, return to Barnes and Noble on the next Thursday to read your book, only for it to lead to a series of semi-annonymous messages.

Word count: 898. (Longer)

Warning: you might swerve to Zachs lane???? not a whole lot of fluff but it’s coming (pt.3??)

Prompt: #172. “Can I borrow that book of yours?”

Just like usual, you returned to Barnes and Noble the following Thursday to read your favorite book. You went to the shelf it was placed on, picked it up and carried it to where you always sat.

You pulled out your bookmark from your bag and opened to the first page. Shock washed over you when you seen that there was an addition to the boys horrible way of getting your number.

There was the week old, “Hi, I’m Zach. You’re absolutely gorgeous. Call me? (XXX) XXX-XXXX.”

And there was the new one. “I will write on every page in this book until you finally call me.”

You giggled softly, knowing that this boy was something special. So, you wrote him a little letter back.

Zach went into Barnes and Noble the next day, curious to see if you had replied or even touched the book since he had last written in it. To his surprise, when he opened the book; a new piece of blue-lined paper was tucked inside, with neatly written reply.

“Luckily theres about four or five copies of these books around the store..” Zach knew you were going to be a tough one, but he was determined to get through to you.

He quickly scribbled down his note. “How - and why do you always find this one book in particular?” he really was curious, considering he searched high and low for the book, since it had been moved a few times since he last wrote in it.

From there it became a new thing that Zach looked forward to. He would write in it, then leave it where he found it - and just to make it more of a challenge and to see whether he is serious, you constantly move the book into a new place. When he told the boys, they laughed and said it was a whole new level of passing notes. But it didn’t discourage him, he was determined after all. 

Six days after you had returned, expecting a reply in the book. You weren’t at all surprised to see the messily printed reply. You chuckled softly, knowing this boy had not a single idea on books at all.

The spine is bent a certain way, the way that makes it comfortable to read in any position. And on page forty seven, there’s a coffee mug ring stain - I still don’t know where that came from but I promise it wasn’t me, though you probably have zero interest in this book at all. Not only those few things, but now there’s this your conversation.”

Then you continued to read the book, you were just a hundred - give or take, pages away from finishing this book. Maybe that’ll be the end of the note passing.

Zach started to make up excuses when it came to the boys asking where he was going, in fear of being judged. Though Corbyn knew where he was at all times, but was nice enough to keep it to himself.

So when he had finally escaped Jonah’s interrogation, he was on his way to reply to you. Zach thought about the entire situation, unable to comprehend that it was real life, and that he was chasing a girl through semi-annonymous messages in a book.

He laughed as he finally read your reply before replying himself. “Understandable. Now, will you ever actually call me? We’re going to start running out of pages..” And, just like usual, he was off.

Anticipation killed the both of you, and you had begun going in more days than just Thursdays. You had both wanted to know what the other wrote. It became more and more exciting for you.

So there you sat, on a Saturday instead of Thursday, reading the note Zach had left. You rolled your eyes playfully, even though no one could see you, before replying and leaving the store to go about your normal Saturday schedule.

Just an hour later, Zach went into Barnes and Noble to seek your reply. “Patience is key. Eventually you will hear my voice again, but for now this type of communication is rather refreshing, and something I highly enjoy.” Zach sighed, still not willing to give up on you. He scribbled his reply and actually stayed in the store for a little while due to the good vibes. Zach left with a smile plastered on his face, knowing that there was a chance.

It was safe to say you were unimpressed when your mother told you that you couldn’t go to Barnes and Noble the following Thursday, due to having to babysit the neighbours children. But; you were earning a ton of money just for doing so, so you let it slide without complaining.

But first thing Friday morning, you were at Barnes and Noble. You grabbed the book that you had finished since the last reply, and read the message that was left. “You seem so sweet. I’d like to take you out on a coffee date, whenever you decide to call me.” You smiled knowing that this boy was determined, since nobody had ever been so keen on you before.

Is that so, Zach?” you kept it short and simple, before collecting the new series of books that you had began reading a few days ago. And just like usual; you got lost in the new book.

Okayyyy so I have decided to make this a series, it won’t be really long and I won’t make you wait forever for an update (I’m probably going to have all parts up by the end of the night HAHAH) but yeah. I cut it here because it adds a little excitement, (or so I think), and we have already passed the 600 mark, almost by 300 words. 

I hope you are enjoying this series so far!! x

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).


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.


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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Kit never had to worry about sharing before. From the moment she was picked out as a kitten and taken home by Kent, she was the sole receiver of his love and affection. She never knew anything else could different… until they came along.

The signs had been subtle at first. Kent got a few more calls on his black, rectangle device, the one he took with him everywhere. That should have indicated that something was going on, but Kit was too distracted by her new mouse toy to really notice.

After that, Kent started spending more time on his other black, rectangular device, except he sat down to talk to it for hours and the images on there moved and talked back.

Curious and not wanting to be left out, Kit jumped up Kent’s lap to see what was going on one night. There were two of them on the bright screen, a blond one and a dark haired one that Kit recognized from some of the pictures Kent kept in a shoe box under his bed. She couldn’t remember his name, but she remembered that Kent cried when he looked at those pictures. She hissed at the screen, but Kent reigned her in. “Be nice,” he warned.

“You cat hates us already,” the blond one laughed.

“Kit’s a sweetheart. She’s a bit shy at first, but she’ll love you.”

They continued whatever it was they were talking about. Kit zoned out partway through the conversation, and was eventually lulled to sleep by the Kent’s familiar voice.

She was woken up later when Kent cradled her in his arms in and danced around the room in a jerky, ungraceful steps. He had a goofy grin on his face, like he couldn’t quite contain his joy. He leaned into Kit’s face and whispered excitedly, “They’re coming to visit.”

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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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A lesson in friendship [FFXV – Prompto+Gladiolus+Ignis/Noctis]

What’s this?? Shiba actually wrote something?? O_O Careful guys! If that happened, we don’t know what else could!! lol
At first I wanted to wait for the game’s release and then write something, but… I’m not very patient, ha ha. This takes place right after the Kingsglaive movie, so major spoils if you haven’t watched it! Nothing spectacular ahead though, just some fluff, a few curses, care and brotherly love between the main charas :). Oh, and it’s ridiculously long too. Around 3100 words I think?
Anyway! Hope you’ll like it…! *bows deeply*

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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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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. 



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 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.”


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.”


“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.”


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. 


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.”


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.

anonymous asked:

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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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


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


  • 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 


  • 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
  • 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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