because i won't get the chance to see them at all

1. Clearing the misunderstanding

“No, no, no! I need that back, please!”

But Connor’s already storming off, and Evan… Evan can’t let him take it. He can’t. What if he shows Zoe? What if he shows the whole school? No. No. He can’t. He can’t let that happen.

It’s the fear that pushes him to run after Connor and grab his arm, pleading for him to stop. And when Connor twists around and yanks his arm out of Evan’s grip with a vicious, “Get the hell off me!”, Evan won’t deny that he flinches back and almost runs off. If it were any other situation, he’d retreat and let Connor go. Let it go. But the panic of imagining how much worse this could get if he did keeps Evan right where he is, and he ends up pouring out a rambling, stuttering explanation.

“Please, I really need that back,” He says, voice wavering embarrassingly while his hands flail in nonsensical gestures. “It really wasn’t meant for you. Like, at all. I have a therapist… and they said, they wanted me to write a letter to myself. You know, like write positive thoughts and all. And that’s supposed to make me feel better. A psych yourself up sorta thing. But like, it didn’t work. It doesn’t work. Because… haha, because you know, it really hasn’t been good so far? It’s been pretty bad. I mean,  you shoved me on the first day back. Not… not that it’s your fault! I don’t blame you! Like, who likes it when someone’s laughing at them. I sure don’t. But I wasn’t, by the way. Laughing at you, I mean. And… um, where was I going with this? The letter! Yes. I have to bring it to my session, it was an assignment. So um… if I could get it back…”

He trails off with an awkward laugh, eyes flickering down to stare at the ground and face burning in shame. He’s so screwed.

Connor’s disgusted scoff is enough to tell him he’s ruined all chances making it out of this with any semblance of dignity or a even lack of animosity from the guy.

“Therapists, huh?”

Evan nods. Words aren’t doing so great for him, afterall.

“They think a fucking letter is going to do anything? What a load of shit.”

Again, Evan nods.

“They always think they know what’s best. They don’t even think that we all got our own ways of dealing with shit. Or that things that work for others isn’t going to work for us. You. They won’t work for you. It doesn’t help, right?” Connor asks.

Evan hesitates, then shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs. “It doesn’t help.”

“But you gotta show something that makes them think you’re doing better?”

“Yeah…”

There’s a loaded silence. Heavy and uncomfortable. He can feel Connor staring him down, but he has no idea what the guy is thinking.

“Here, then,” says Connor, and then he tears the letter in half. Right in front of Evan eyes. And he folds it over, and tears it again. Evan can’t believe what he’s seeing, his mouth opened in dumbfounded shock. Connor looks back at him with a raised brow, like Evan’s the one being weird. “Look, don’t show them this. Show them your cast instead.”

Looking down at his cast, all Evan can see is the glaringly, obvious blocky letters of ‘CONNOR’ scrawled over it. He’s sure the confusion he feels is not at all subtle.

“Tell them you made a friend. So you forgot about the assignment. Or you were busy,” Connor explains. “It’ll look a ton better than that sorry excuse of a letter you wrote.” He holds his hand out and drops the shredded remains of the letter into Evan’s hand. “Or don’t do it. I don’t care. It’s your fucking life.”

“Oh…” says Evan, fingers clasping over the pieces of paper in a loose grip. “Th… thanks.” It’s a good plan. A good alternative. One that won’t make his mum disappointed. But does he really want to lie?

'Haven’t you, already?’ says a voice in his head. He glances back at his cast and thinks the voice does have a point.

“Guess I’ll see you around then. Later.”

He looks back up to see Connor already walking away. Of course, he wasn’t expecting a friendlier goodbye. He’s lucky he didn’t get punched or something. Thank goodness for small graces, huh?

“Th… thank you.” It startles Evan to realise he’s even calling out to Connor. But he supposes the guy’s helped him out. So he should be grateful. He raises his broken arm. “For this. Thanks.”

It’s possible he’s imagining it. But he swears he sees Connor look a little less murderous.

And then, the impossible happens.

Connor smiles at him.

“Evan, right?”

Evan nods emphatically. Maybe… maybe this isn’t going to be such a bad day afterall.

But then Connor’s smile drops, replaced with a menacing glare.

“Evan, stay the hell away from my sister.”

Yup, this is not going to be a good day.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Matthew Daddario Quotes
  • "We call our shoes ‘sneakers,’ right? But they're not really sneaking."
  • "Can't wait till they invent phones with keyboards."
  • "I don't know this guy. He came to hang out so I complimented his hair."
  • "How many artichokes can you eat in one sitting?"
  • "No, go back to my idea!"
  • "Maybe, they'll throw the books out. Just not follow the books anymore."
  • "Hey guys did everyone floss today? You gotta floss every day. Otherwise, your dentist makes you feel bad."
  • "I play piano but I won't call it a talent."
  • "I'm the funniest person in the cast and that's simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny."
  • "There is literally no memory left in my phone. I took fourteen thousand blue sky photos and I need all of them."
  • "Send him photos of fried chicken and crab cakes."
  • "I have a dentist appt tomorrow. I'm not gonna brush my teeth tonight. Also not going to shower. This is going to be painful for everyone."
  • "You are not trash, you are lovely!"
  • "Don't sign contracts in your blood. It's usually not required by any reputable party."
  • "He's slippin' out his little tongue eating snail treats off the ground."
  • "I will eat anywhere in the house. I'll eat cheese crackers in bed!"
  • "He looks down and sees this wonderful man. He hops down there and smooches that man right on the face. Right in front of everyone."
  • "...it's not fair that he is more handsome than me!!!"
  • "Don't do the hokey pokey around witches."
  • "They're never gonna release the deleted scenes to you guys because they're racy and inappropriate."
  • "This video is going on social media!"
  • "I'm ashamed to admit I lied about the selfies. The phone is 98% cow pictures and I can't delete them. I need a new phone. Forgive me."
  • "Thank god I started sandpapering my feet when I was four."
  • "Is Alec appreciating at an increased rate because of an increase in demand? Or is it the same rate as before."
  • "Note, some alpaca do not appreciate head pats."
  • "If humans lived in barns, we'd be smelly, too."
  • "Had to delete all my cow photos to make room for selfies, so I will say 'I appreciate you, cows.'"
  • "Wow. It's spelled Gollum. Wow. So disappointed. Hiding my own cell phone for the next two weeks."
  • "You're a little kitty cat. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy kitty cat, kitty cat."
  • "Sometimes when I travel between dimensions, I think, man, I should really buy a sailboat."
  • "If I was running for President, my VP would be a well trained golden retriever."
  • "Who's not going to watch Hamlet in space? I mean, Space Hamlet!"
  • "I just think we should all acknowledge what is awesome about Harry!"
  • "I like eating food after dark."
  • "Generally, people avoid kissing their sister in a healthy life."
  • "If you don't like my zebra leggings, it's because you just don't understand zebra leggings."
  • "I think we should provide more showers for cows."
  • "If I'm having a bad day, I eat pizza."
  • "I hope Google uses the same algorithm to encrypt my email as my pocket does to tie knots with my headphones."
  • "I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day."
  • "Dog. #dog. Dog. Dog."
  • "Had fun tweeting with/at you guys. Phone is about to die. Gonna go get more double-A batteries."
  • "The jackhammer has been joined by his friend, the concrete saw. Rare that you get two music legends right outside your window like this."
  • "Interdimensional cat smuggling is severely punished. But you can make a killing on the black cat market."
  • "You should just give up on me like I did. So done with me right now I can't even."
  • "What am I fan of? No one's ever asked me this before! Oh man."
  • "I don't know why they say that. I think they're poking fun at me."
  • "Congrats. You deserve that sailboat."
  • "I don't know. I don't have any pet peeve. Yapping little dogs, I guess. Buttons that don't go up right."
  • "Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
  • "Everyone is all, 'follow your heart.' If that worked I'd be watching Shadowhunters in my spaceship."
  • "Am I making this up?"
  • "I don't condone it, but I understand it, and therefore, I will not pass judgment on it."
  • "I can eat a pound of pork rinds."
  • "I am your bird king!"
  • "Baby pigs or baby cows? They're both good options."
  • "I have deleted a single photo from my phone. I have room for one selfie. Living on the edge. If it happens, no second chances."
  • "She gets it at a Shadowhunter tailor where we get all our stuff. Are you serious?"
  • "My cell phone is not the most important thing in my life. It just feels that way."
  • "Kill her immediately. Problem solved."
  • "You're not me? Most people aren't, in my experience."
  • "Man I've spent a whole year talking about sailboats and I could have just jumped on this SHIP."
  • "Reminder not to cite 'game of thrones' as my motivation for getting into politics."
  • "To all the people who threaten to punch me in the face... Do I have to be concerned or is that a love thing?"
  • "Put this on?! Fit it on my body?!"
  • "I’m going to shave today. Nobody will recognize me and I’ll have to reintroduce myself to all my friends."
  • "Don't get me started on this question."
  • "Okay, quick question. What does it mean when someone says they are your 'trash?' Asking for a friend..."
  • "Wait, 'SexyBack' is by Justin Timberlake?"
  • "Everyone's smooching everyone and Alec just wants to do his job. That's why he's the best and deserves a big smooch."

anonymous asked:

Gramander where Newt needs to wear glasses and he overhears a random auror talking about how dorky he looks or how the glasses take away what little good looks he has (which is total crap because he is of course the most adorable/beautiful person alive!) and he gets really self conscious and thinks that he needs to change and stop wearing them or he won't good enough to be with graves...but the problem is he hates the idea/feel of contacts. Eventual happy ending :)

I have to add a picture of Eddie with glasses bc he’s just cute AF!

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Wicked Lyric Meme
  • "Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"
  • "No one mourns the wicked."
  • "The good man scorns the wicked."
  • "Goodness knows, the wickeds lives are only."
  • "Goodness knows, the wicked die alone."
  • "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
  • "Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty."
  • "Woe to those who spurn what goodness they are shown."
  • "Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."
  • "My future is unlimited."
  • "What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
  • "Let's just say, I loathe it all."
  • "Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl."
  • "There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation."
  • "I will be loathing you my whole life long."
  • "These things are sent to try us."
  • "The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."
  • "Life's more painless for the brainless."
  • "It's just life, so keep dancing through."
  • "Life is fraughtless for the thoughtless."
  • "Those who don't try never look foolish."
  • "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there. Waiting. All night."
  • "It's clear we deserve each other."
  • "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night."
  • "Black is this year's pink."
  • "I've got something to confess. A reason, well, why I asked you here tonight."
  • "We deserve each other. Don't we?"
  • "I've decided to make you my new project."
  • "When someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over."
  • "You're gonna be popular!"
  • "I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce."
  • "I'll help you be popular!"
  • "Don't be offended by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis."
  • "Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh!"
  • "It's not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed."
  • "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl."
  • "Don't dream too far."
  • "Don't lose sight of who you are."
  • "Wishing only wounds the heart."
  • "One short day full of so much to do."
  • "I think we've found the place where we belong."
  • "One short day to have a lifetime of fun."
  • "I am a sentimental man who's always longed to be a father."
  • "I think everyone deserves the chance to fly."
  • "Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle!"
  • "I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever."
  • "I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission to feed your own ambition."
  • "I don't want it- no- I can't want it anymore."
  • "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same."
  • "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game."
  • "It's time to try defying gravity."
  • "Can't I make you understand youre having delusions of grandeur?"
  • "I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so."
  • "Some things I cannot change but til I try, I'll never know."
  • "If that's love it comes at much too high a cost."
  • "I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it."
  • "If in flying solo, at least I'm flying free."
  • "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
  • "People are so empty headed, they'll believe anything."
  • "I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an elected official."
  • "There isn't a spell for everything."
  • "Finally from these powers, something good."
  • "Surely now I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving here tonight."
  • "I've got to go appeal to her. Express the way I feel for her."
  • "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you."
  • "I never asked for this or planned it in advance."
  • "If you insist I will be wonderful."
  • "Where I'm from we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."
  • "A rich man's a thief or a philanthropist."
  • "Is one a crusader or a ruthless invader?"
  • "It's all in which label is able to persist."
  • "I need help believing you're with me tonight."
  • "My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you with you wanting me."
  • "I'll make every last moment last as long as you're mine."
  • "Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes."
  • "Somehow I've fallen under your spell."
  • "Say there's no future for us as a pair."
  • "Know I'll be here holding you as long as you're mine."
  • "It's just...for the first time, I feel wicked."
  • "Let his flesh not be torn."
  • "Let his blood leave no stain."
  • "Let him never die."
  • "You're the latest victim of my greatest achievment in a long career of distress."
  • "No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."
  • "Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?"
  • "No good deed will I do again!"
  • "Wickedness must be punished. Evil effectively eliminated."
  • "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn."
  • "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them."
  • "I know I'm wrong am today because I knew you."
  • "Who can say if I've been changed for the better."
  • "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
  • "So much of me is made of what I learned from you."
  • "I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for."
Rutnam Shore

[ao3]

Dean/Cas, Dean/Cassie
21k words
Chubby!Dean, college au (kind of), mystery, hurt Dean Winchester, chock full o’ plot

Summary:  Dean Winchester has never been past the city limits of the sleepy town of Rutnam Shore. Except in his dreams, where he travels the country in a classic car and fights mythical beings with his little brother. It’s the only time he gets to see his brother, since Sam died in a car crash when they were kids. Dean wants nothing more than to get as far away from Rutnam Shore as he can, but unfortunately he’s afraid of driving and feels like he’s stuck.

“Dean! Dean, don’t go over there!”

Ignoring the distant sound of his father’s voice, Dean continues scaling the wall of rocks separating him from the rest of the beach. He’s lived at Rutnam Shore for his entire life and yet this is the first time his parents have taken him to the actual beach. He’s not going to miss out on the opportunity to explore to his heart’s content.

But, as it happens, Dean is only 5 and his legs can only take him so far before his dad scoops him up and carries him back down to the crowded beach.

“You could’ve at least put your shoes on before pulling that stunt,” Dad chastises as he sets Dean down beneath the umbrella and cleans off the bottom of his feet. “Don’t do that again. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean mumbles.

His dad doesn’t say anything else, but Dean knows if he tries to get up and join Mom and Sammy down at the shoreline then his dad will fuss at him again.

So he sits quietly, if a little huffy, and watches as Sam smacks at the sand while sitting in Mom’s lap, the tide gently washing back and forth beneath them.

Eventually Dean turns away. He finds an old woman looking his way, but she quickly averts her gaze toward the water. Dean looks at her a moment longer, but she doesn’t look at him again.

He thinks this must be a perfect day, if he could only climb over that rock.

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What went down in Copycat
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Alya: I think it's time you called Adrien
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: you mean about your crush on him? or about some deep and incredibly plot-relevant secret that you're keeping from everyone?
  • Marinette: um...the first one? bc I defs don't have any secrets
  • Alya: yeah I think he already knows you have a crush on him
  • Alya: and probs your secret too honestly
  • Alya: I think we all know about that
  • Marinette: oh come on lemme just call him already
  • Phone: hello you've reached Adrien Agreste, fashion disaster extraordinare, and I think you're stunningly gorgeous
  • Marinette: AAAAAAAAH
  • Phone: psyche, this is his auto-responder, just leave your message now
  • Marinette: AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH
  • Phone: message saved!
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: for once I agree
  • Marinette: imma steal his phone
  • Alya: you're gonna what now
  • Marinette: it's what I do best
  • Alya: kk well imma go to this ceremony thing where they're gonna unveil that statue of you
  • Marinette: OH HOLY FRICKEN CHEETONUGGETS I HAVE TO GO TO THAT
  • Alya: yeah you're defs keepin that secret identity hidden from everyone
  • Adrien: *is cool and has a sword*
  • Plagg: you have one new message!
  • Adrien: lemme listen to it
  • Plagg: oh it's not recorded
  • Plagg: I answered the phone and pretended to be your auto-responder
  • Adrien: well who was it and what did they say?
  • Plagg: it was Marinette basically just being herself
  • Adrien: gotcha
  • Plagg: shouldn't we go to the statue thing
  • Adrien: yep! Plagg, catify me!
  • Chat Noir: *allons-y's himself over to the park*
  • Théo: hey Chat Noir where's Ladybug?
  • Chat Noir: defs on a date with me
  • Théo: um what
  • Chat Noir: you can kiss your chances with her goodbye
  • Théo: I didn't even—
  • Chat Noir: BYE BYE THÉO'S CHANCES
  • Théo: that was weird
  • Théo: anyway I'm sure she's doing something very important
  • Marinette: TIKKI HELP ME BREAK INTO THIS LOCKER
  • Tikki: which one
  • Marinette: ALL OF THEM
  • Tikki: I think maybe you should calm down
  • Marinette: SDBYFBJDVHFAWIXVNZ
  • Tikki: here I found the phone now calm down!
  • Marinette: I WILL NOW ERASE THE MESSAGE
  • Tikki: ok how are you gonna do that
  • Marinette: *spikes phone into the ground*
  • Tikki: I guess that works
  • Chat Noir: well she didn't show up so she defs loves me more than you
  • Théo: why are you going on about th—
  • Chat Noir: SHE DEFS LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU
  • Théo: fine imma go get akumatized I guess
  • Hawkmoth: hey Théo do you wanna replace that guy
  • Théo: that guy?
  • Hawkmoth: that guy
  • Théo: why would I wanna be that guy
  • Hawkmoth: idk maybe you could steal valuable artworks?
  • Théo: ok I guess
  • Copycat: *steals the Mona Lisa*
  • Roger: ok officers listen up
  • Roger: so Chat Noir's stolen a painting and this is definitely him and there's nothing suspicious about it despite his past behavior not matching this in the slightest
  • Roger: so here's our foolproof plan
  • Roger: when he shows up and says the cat burglar was an imposter imma pretend to believe him
  • Roger: and then imma lead him to where the painting was
  • Roger: and imma trip the alarm to close the gate and trap him in there
  • Roger: and then I'll leave him unsupervised because he defs doesn't have any powers that could break through a metal gate
  • Roger: and that's how we'll capture him bc this is the best possible plan
  • Chat Noir: I'm standing right here
  • Roger: oh hey Chat Noir! you wanna see the site of the burglary
  • Chat Noir: I was gonna be cooperative but you just said you're planning to trap me so instead imma run away
  • Roger: chase after him! with helicopters!
  • Chat Noir: *evades helicopters*
  • Ladybug: *calls Chat Noir*
  • Chat Noir: so just a hunch but the akumatized villain is probs that sculptor guy who said he was gonna go get akumatized
  • Ladybug: kk where you at
  • Chat Noir: I must face him alone
  • Ladybug: ok but here's a better idea
  • Ladybug: what if you face him alone but with backup from me
  • Chat Noir: oh yeah that's way better and I probs won't die now
  • Copycat: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: I guess the cat's out of the bag
  • Copycat: dammit! I was just about to say that! stop stealing my puns
  • Chat Noir: stop stealing my identity
  • Copycat: ok that's a valid piece of criticism and now imma beat you up
  • Ladybug: and imma beat up both of you!
  • Chat Noir: what really?
  • Ladybug: jk no, I have no spoons for this fight
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • *spoon happens*
  • Ladybug: correction, I have one spoon for this fight
  • Copycat: you can't beat me with a spoon!
  • Ladybug: *beats him with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Chat Noir: no that one's him this is me
  • Ladybug: whoops
  • *beats the actual Copycat with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Alya: so Marinette do you still have Adrien's phone
  • Marinette: yeah it's here. and there. and there.
  • Alya: you spiked it into the ground, didn't you
  • Marinette: mebbe
  • Alya: well I'm sure he'll defs date you now
  • Adrien: *defs dates her*
  • Alya: WHAT
  • ROLL CREDITS

elphabun  asked:

SasuSai #25 for the sm prompts?

(everything i write with sai turns into a freaking novel how the fuck does that happen??)


“You know,” Naruto says, “I could cut off that other sleeve for you! Then you’d match! Aren’t artists supposed to like that kind of thing?”

Sai gets the feeling that Naruto doesn’t actually know much of anything about what artists are supposed to like and is just guessing wildly. It’s not the first time he’s had the feeling. It is, however, just ever so slightly more aggravating than the other times, or it would be if Sai allowed himself to feel anything at all.

(There’s a nervous flutter in his chest. He’s tense. He’s worried. He’s happy. But he isn’t any of those things, because he’s Root, and Root shinobi have no emotions.)

“Thank you, dickless,” he answers, and friends are supposed to sound thankful and appreciative when responding to each other’s requests, but Sai mostly just hopes he manages cheerful. Anything more complicated is usually hard, and right now, especially when it’s about his right arm—

He doesn’t touch it. His sleeve is long on that side for a reason, and the numbers are hidden, high up near the bend of his elbow. None of his teammates have seen them, not even Captain Yamato, who’s spent all day watching him with uncomfortably knowing eyes.

“My clothes are very fashionable, though,” Sai adds, even as Naruto is opening his mouth to loudly protest the nickname. (Sai had realized after the first emphatic objection that that nickname, at least, would not make them click as sudden best friends, but Sai also suspects that if he were allowed to have emotions, he’d be a dick, so it all works out.) “Ah! I see! Friends often dress in coordinated outfits, don’t they? Should be both look like we went dumpster-diving for our clothes behind a color-blind octogenarian’s house?”

Naruto blinks. His mouth opens, and then closes without anything coming out. Sai can practically see him trying to figure out if he was just insulted.

Sakura has a sudden and inexplicable coughing fit into the bottle of water she’s drinking, and Captain Yamato is very purposefully digging through his pack. When Naruto turns to them to gauge reactions, he gets no help, so her turns back to Sai with a squinty look of suspicion and levels a finger at him.

“My clothes are awesome!” he insists. Loudly, because it seems everything Naruto does is at top volume. Even sleeping, and Sai hadn’t really thought that was possible. “You’re just jealous ‘cause mine actually cover me!”

It is, Sai will admit, rather a better comeback than he expected. Still, he offers his teammate a charming smile (tries, at least; Shin always told him it made his face look weird) and goes back to his ration bar.

He very, very carefully doesn’t touch his right arm.

His breath comes faster as the moment approaches, as he slips down into the tunnels and pretends he can’t feel the date and time of his meeting carved into his skin as if with a hot knife. Easier to focus on the mission, on Danzō’s orders—

Except, for the first time in his life, it’s not.

Orochimaru is walking in front of him, Kabuto behind him. He’s in their base, so impossibly close to his objective. Danzō has every faith that Sai’s abilities can match Sasuke’s, and even if they can’t, Sai will win. He’s Root; there are only missions to be completed, objectives to be fulfilled. No doubt, no hesitation, no mercy.

“A visitor for you, Sasuke,” Orochimaru says, full of laconic amusement and a thread of something Sai can’t pinpoint. “From Konoha.”

The date on his arm burns.

Inside the room, Uchiha Sasuke turns to face the door, one hand resting on his sword. Taller than Sai, almost as pale, with the same hair he sported in his file and which Sai personally finds just as ridiculous as Naruto insists it is. But this isn’t the bored resentment of Sasuke as a genin; this is Orochimaru’s favored apprentice, deadly and fully aware of it, the last Uchiha—

Dark eyes go wide, and Sasuke stops moving.

It probably says something about Sai’s training, that it takes him several long moments to realize that the pain in his arm has entirely vanished.

“Interesting,” Orochimaru says, half-idle, though he doesn’t look back at either of them as he crosses to the desk on the far side of the room.

(Sai wonders, in one of those split-second flashes of insight that used to make Danzō especially cruel in training, just how long ago Orochimaru’s date passed. A very long time, he thinks, and doesn’t allow himself to dwell.)

“You knew,” Sasuke says, short and angry, but he doesn’t look at his teacher, either.

The implication helps Sai finally find his voice. “That’s not possible,” he says, and tries to make it sound polite, though he doesn’t think he manages. He feels dazed, fifteen degrees off of center when there’s no real reason to be. He still has his mission, his purpose, and this—this could be an opening. He could use this to get to close, to take Sasuke by surprise—

Except that Sai can’t move an inch.

“Well,” Kabuto says, ducking his head just a little so that the light reflecting off his glasses hides his eyes. It doesn’t hide the amusement in his voice, however. “You’ll certainly have the pales, prettiest children genetics can achieve. You must be so proud.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes, just faintly, though his gaze immediately falls back to Sai. He takes a step forward, then another, shifts into a slow stalk that brings them face-to-face in a handful of strides.

Sai could go for his own sword. He has every chance of reaching it before Sasuke can grab his.

Sai doesn’t.

“You betrayed your team,” Sasuke says flatly, though his eyes are intent.

Words don’t come easily, all tangled up on Sai’s tongue even though his trainers used to accuse him of talking too much. “I’m Root,” he says, as though that explains everything, and to him it does. Sasuke, however, won't—

“Hn.” Sasuke, of course, doesn’t care. He looks Sai over, then steps to the side, past and around him.

Sai could sink a kunai into his spine, his jugular, his kidney.

Another thing Sai completely fails to do. His head is spinning, caught up in what do I do and what now. No good answers, no way to find answers, and it’s not as if Sai has ever made decisions for himself—

“Are you coming?” Sasuke asks, casting a half-glance back over his shoulder as he pauses in the doorway.

“What?” Sai asks, and he’s never before been caught quite this much off guard.

“Coming,” Sasuke repeats, audibly annoyed but still waiting. “I’m forming a team. You’re my soulmate. You’re coming with me.” A pause, and Sasuke’s fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. He looks away again, out into the hall, and Sai is acutely aware of Orochimaru still and silent across the room. “My brother can’t find you. You either come with me or Orochimaru will keep you here.”

Something cold slides through Sai’s chest. Uchiha Itachi is a man even Danzō fears, and it’s easy enough to recall the files, the way he tortured Sasuke both the night of the Massacre and the next time they met outside Konoha. Easy enough to imagine what a man who slaughtered his entire clan would do to the soulmate of the little brother he’s made a sport of taunting.

“You assume I’m staying with you,” Sai says instead, and the smile he wears feels no more or less fake than it always does. “Lord Danzō sent me to kill you.”

Sasuke’s snort is entirely unimpressed. “I’ve already given you three chances. If you haven’t noticed any of them, you’re a pretty terrible assassin.”

He is not, unfortunately, wrong.

Just for a moment, Sai thinks of Naruto, of Sakura, of Captain Yamato. He left them on the surface, abandoned them like Sasuke said, and now he’s considering abandoning Danzō and Root as well.

Of their own volition, his fingers rise to press against the still-tender mark on his forearm. Numbers, a date recorded down to the second, and that mark is one thing that has always marked Sai as Sai. Not even Danzō has found a way to erase them from his operatives yet.

It’s a mark that Sasuke shares. Sai scans his soulmate, searching carefully, and—

There. Right along the curve of his shoulder where his robe falls away, the skin still faintly red, are the same numbers Sai long ago memorized. A match.

A pair.

Sai takes a step, and it feels a little as if the world is falling away beneath his feet.

(He follows Sasuke, catches the barest hint of something like a smile as Sasuke turns away, and the earth has never felt steadier.)

anonymous asked:

After finally capturing his S/O, Reaper discovers they won't react to anything he does. Pain? Things that should make them sad or angry? Nothing. Until Sombra starts cracking jokes, and the S/O laughs. They have the ultimate poker face, but can not hold in laughter. How would Reaper react?

Reaper: 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, you were supposed to show him some sort of reaction. Who in the hell could stay so cool and collected when they had claws digging deep into their skin. Reaper had even gone as far as tracking down your worried family and slaughtered them, bringing you back photographs as proof for what he had done. Now you had nothing to go back to. But, he had been expecting you to cry or scream at him; maybe even hit and scratch at him. No matter what he did to you, you wouldn’t give him any reactions; face stoic and nothing more than the sound of breathing coming from you. 

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I really hate to ask it, but could you please write a little thing Jack selling with the reader, his S/O and she faints from exhaustion cause she aint been sleeping due to nightmares that won't leave her alone so she just stopped and he kinda scolds but comforts her and helps/ comforts her again when she wakes back up (from a nightmare) after passing out

“Jack, what’s this word?” You yawned, staring at the paper that had spread ink all over your hands. Reading wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and you had to ask about some of the larger ones. Today was such a long day. The two of you had sold the morning, and the evening edition. Money always got tighter over the summers, when people were less inclined to walk in the hot weather. It was such a hot day out. July felt like such a damn long month when you worked outside, hauling papers.

Your selling partner, and actual partner pulled the paper out of your fingers and looked at it. “Oh, it’s ‘misunderstandin’.” Jack muttered. He handed you the crumpled paper back, which you took with shaking hands. Thankfully, he didn’t notice how they moved. Your entire body was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, of course. On top of the heat, and scrounging for food. But all the other newsies had to deal with that sort of thing. About a week ago, you’d purged sleeping for as long as you could put it off. The nightmares that had plagued you since you were young, started affecting your sleep. You’d woken up with your bunkmate, Romeo shaking you awake, because you’d started sleep talking. After that, you forced yourself awake each night, to avoid disturbing the others.

The sun was blinding that day. You yanked your hat off and fanned yourself with it, feeling as those you had on too many layers, in reality you didn’t, but the unshakable heat seemed to make you feel sick. “Jack, I ain’t feeling so well.” You hadn’t even wanted to say anything, so the fact that you opened your big, dumb mouth stood as a testament to how terrible you felt. “I think I outta sit d-down, or—” And before you knew it, you hit the pavement, the cement being particularly unkind to your spine. The world around you felt too fast. You heard a faint “(Name)!” Before the comforting darkness consumed you.

People on the streets around the two of you started to stare. Immediately, Jack fell to his knees, abandoning his papers to the ground. “(Name), (Name), stay with me.” he desperately shook your limp shoulders. “Princess, please…” Jack wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, one hand across your back, the other under your knees. As quickly as his legs could go, Jack ran back to the lodging house. Once he made it there, he placed you in your bunk, and after making sure you had no scrapes, bumps, or physical wounds, the tall boy ran off to get you some water.

While he was gone, you had apparently started to call out in your state. Screaming, even. It stirred Jack up from the kitchen, dropping the clear glass on the ground. “(Name)!” Jack hollered, trying to rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Jack’s soft eyes, laced with panic. The tears welled up too quickly in your eyes, and abruptly flowed out of them. In a heartbeat, Jack’s strong arms were around you. “Shh, you’re okay now.” He assured. Neither of you spoke. You cried. He just held you, and rocked you.

Once, your sobs had ceased to just sniffles, he held you at arms length, and looked you up and down. “Are you okay? What’s been going on, Princess?” Jack asked, staring into your eyes.

Tentatively, you shrugged. Were you ready to open up to him like that? Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “It’s… I’ve been havin’ these nightmares, for a long while, Jack. They’re about my Ma and Da. There was a fire when I was little, and these dreams keep getting worse. I hasn’t been sleepin’, cause Romeo said I started calling out, and I didn’t wanna keep everybody up…” you couldn’t say anymore for fear of crying again.

Jack’s eyes looked hurt. “You can’t just not sleep, (Name). Youse gotta,” he sighed. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes, don’t think I can’t. Look, next time you’re worried about these nightmares, come and get me. I’ll hold ya, like this, and we can talk through it, okay? But you gotta sleep. You’re gonna get hurt this way.”

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you got the chance to release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you… God, thank you, Jackie.” You were able to really smile for the first time in days.

“Here, lay down, an’ I’ll stay with ya. No more papers for the day.”

“But Jack, you gotta eat!”

“And youse gotta sleep.”

Gently, he pushed you down onto the mattress. Jack pulled his boots off, and wedged himself into the space beside you. “Wake me up anytime you need to. We’re getting you through this.” He whispered. His arm wrapped itself around your waist.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

Haise’s Birthday Poem begins with the lines [x]:

“Someone said this:
“Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone, you can continue to live.”

…But how is someone who has never been loved be capable of loving someone else?

A child who wasn’t able to receive the minimal love they required at the time they needed it the most will continue to gaze at the illusion of affection and never know how to love until the day they die.

Well, how about me? Can I continue to live?”

Furuta grew up without love, surrounded by the products of Tsuneyoshi’s fucked up harem. The only person who seems to have shown any affection at all for him, as seen in the flashback in this chapter, is Rize. Rize who cared if he died when she ate him. Rize who played with him. Rize, whose fate he was fully aware of. Who he saved, because at some point, or maybe deep down still, he understood that that fate is wrong. She was the only thing he had, and he let her go, for her sake.

In this explanation to Kaneki, he mentions explicitly that as a child, he had these childish ideas of love and marriage in the future for them. Things he gave up for her safety from the men of the main Washuu house.

Even when he’s being crude and creepy, talking about Rize having all of those children for him, he references 101 Dalmatians. A Disney movie. And one with some of the healthiest romances, both between the dogs and the humans.

Even now, he’s looking at a Disney movie where two dogs snuggle each other. Where these two dogs have 15 puppies who they risk their lives to save. And who adopt 84 other puppies who would otherwise be dead. When you think about him as someone who grew up surrounded by who knows how many half-siblings, in the Garden like he did - this is basically him saying he wants a Disney Romance.

Which is not to say that the way he’s speaking isn’t terrible. That the tropes he’s using aren’t horrible and misogynistic. They are. Furuta, as he always has, is falling back on farce and drama, on systems of power that he himself as already explicitly told you he condemns. Furuta switches between honest and lying, between truth and exaggeration, between real emotion and fake dramatic flare over and over.

He speaks in this weird mix between a cynical jaded, crude adult, and a desperate, sad, idealistic, stubborn child. Like with his big speech to Eto about V in 66, I think this chapter he is mixing truth and fiction. Sometimes strategically, sometimes just because.

@linkspooky​ pointed out to me that it almost seems that the more honest he’s being, the less of his face is shown. Times when he’s really approaching sincerity and seriousness, he’s shown from the side.

Where as most of the time, he’s hidden under his flare and his masks and his drama.

Furuta, for all his fake emotion, is clearly uncomfortable with the real thing. Uncomfortable when people make him feel things and uncomfortable expressing emotion. Uncomfortable and unskilled and really parsing it.

Instead, he falls back on theatre and performance and lies.

When he says he couldn’t bare the thought of her having a kid after being free for so long… was he talking (just) about jealousy, or was he talking about the fact that the CCG, and thus V, was gaining on her - had almost captured her in the 6th ward and gotten Shachi in the struggle, and was well on their way to tracking her down again? Was he talking about not wanting her to be free, or about after all that time, still not being able to accept the idea of her being recaptured by V and used by the Washuu men like that.

He used her too, of course - and brutally. I think he was mad at her not only for wasting the freedom he helped her win, for almost getting caught again - but also because he still cares. And he doesn’t want to still care about her. So he punished her for his own feelings. Furuta is… not a fan of his own feelings. And he’s childish.

Its not an excuse for what he did to her, but I do think he acted when he did, if not the way he did, because if he hadn’t, there was a very real chance she’d have returned to her old fate. And that, he could not abide. Even now.

What he did, to Rize, in taking her power and undergoing that surgery himself, in killing off all the Washuu, taking leadership of the CCG - he gives multiple reasons for it even in this one conversation with Kaneki. On the one hand, in his proposal to Kaneki, he sets up a clear role for himself - as a villain to unite ghouls and humans against (Kaneki’s team, rather than the CCG and Clowns in this case) and introduces it as a big production, culminating in his own, rather than Kaneki’s death - ever suicidal as he is.

But explicitly, he also claims that people don’t need reasons for what they do. He also claims that he is doing what he wants to do, and that he is doing what he wanted to do as a child.

I think all of these have a grain of truth to them. He talks in such a way that mixes narratives, mixes truth and fiction, and sometimes just because its easier to talk with (half)fake emotion than real ones.

I think that Furuta, the nearly 6 year old child wants to destroy the toxic terrible “family” that used and abused him, and create in its place a 101 Dalmations style family, with him and Rize as Pongo and Perdita. A big loving, new Washuu family. This part of Furuta doesn’t care about ghouls or humans or Kaneki Ken or Eto Yoshimura or any of that at all.

But Furuta is also an adult, and became one probably much too quickly, if he knew what awaited Rize and helped her escape because if it. And the Adult Furuta knows he can’t have any of that. That Rize forgot about him and doesn’t love him back and that he burned that bridge by dropping those beams. His children with her are going to be via Kanou. Anything new will be born from death and fire and war. Adult Furuta has plans. Adult Furuta wants.…something… out of all of this. Some grand finale.

Part of Furuta is still that child - still wants Rize to come back to him and love him and play with him (and maybe kill him). Wants a big happy Disney ending for them. But he also knows he can never really have that. He’s known that he could never have that, because of how he was born. That’s the irony of that line, about the life he has and how he might as well. Because he was born to NEVER get what he wanted, ever. (And yet - and yet he fights back - viciously and endlessly and savagely, despite being born only to serve.) Because he has grown up now, and he’s done terrible things, and he knows that that happiness is impossible. But he’s also 6 years old and desperate and lonely.

I personally have thought for a long time that Rize is being set up as the one who will kill Furuta. I just hope (though I don’t necessarily expect) that they will get a chance to talk before it happens, or when he’s dying, or something. A chance for him to thank her for finally killing him, after all this time. A chance for him to say sorry, or not to - to say he’s glad he did it if it ended there, with him dying in her arms.

I still don’t think Furuta thinks any way about women, in general, though I understand why people see this pattern. It’s certainly a power structure highlighted by his character, either way. I think he probably has a good deal of the background misogyny of the culture and of the Washuu clan in his upbringing, but he also has a deep seeded hatred for everything about that upbringing. His understanding of things is so twisted and bent around this terrible place he was raised in, and the world he was forced to live in, that its honestly a miracle he’s still fighting for something different.

But Furuta sees every structure as a farce, as a mask, as a tool, rather than a truth. And he plays with these tropes of misogyny and discards them just as quickly. He’s making himself out to be a villain, to be crude, to be cruel. And it’s no excuse for his actions - for the very real fate Rize suffered at his hands. But he deals with Matsumae as a failed knight and a hypocrite, not as a woman. He plays with misogyny and its masks and its power system when he’s mock-flirting with Eto, but the next second he throws it away. He has no regard for masculinity or its virtues. Its a game to him. And that is a nasty and dangerous way to look at a very serious thing. Which is a great metaphor for Furuta who sees farce in everything. And is setting up a grand theater with all of Tokyo as its stage, possibly to write his own death into the final act.

“When I unveil this, won’t you come play with me?” He knows what Kaneki wants. He knows who Kaneki will save. He knows who Kaneki will kill. He still wants to die, and he seems to like the idea of dying to make things better, in a sense. And still, he’s speaking like a child. Come play, Kaneki. 

“Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)



So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that love or hate.



PS: (Laugh, it’s fun!)” [x]

anonymous asked:

Robert is the worst possible person. He's violating his and Aaron's home by trying to kiss Rebecca there before Aaron even gets a chance to step foot in there as his home. This was meant to be a fresh start for them, but plot device Robert fails to overcome his plot device-ness and show some actual growth and character. He's let Aaron down again. And if you think this won't break Aaron, you don't know him. If Rob was ugly he wouldn't have half as many fans #properboyfriendforaarondingle2k17

Alright, I’ll bite, anon.

It’s so interesting you claim that Robert is the only one letting anybody down here. You don’t think Aaron let Robert down by beating the crap out of Kasim? You don’t think he let Robert down when he jeopardized their future by sabotaging his first statement? You don’t think Aaron is letting Robert down by taking drugs in the first place? You don’t think he’s letting him down by continuing to take the drugs after Liv tells him to stop? You don’t think Aaron is letting Robert down by choosing to lie to him and push him away? You don’t think that Aaron let Robert down when he wasn’t honest from the start about how much Rebecca was bothering him? And finally, you don’t think Aaron let down Robert by putting them in this position in the first place? ‘He’s let Aaron down again,’ is a completely bullshit narrative.

They both are screwing this up. They are both breaking their vows. Aaron promised to be better. Is taking drugs being better? Is lying to Robert being better? You would think that Aaron is completely perfect and has never done anything wrong in this relationship the way people go on and on about Robert’s mistakes.

Just sayin’ we still don’t know what is exactly said in this prison visit that sets Robert off. The gist we get is that Aaron tells Robert he’s worthless to him (Aaron). Kind of sounds like he’s breaking up with Robert as well as giving up on their future. I’m just not going to get all up in arms about scenes I haven’t seen yet. It’s could all be very different. We didn’t know before Aaron put the beatdown on Kasim that Robert was gonna break up with him. It literally was described as crisis talks. So, I’m just gonna wait and see here, before I talk about Robert ‘letting Aaron down.’ 

And oh my god, I cannot believe you literally said that about his looks. Like what is even that argument. People like Robert because he is an imperfect and complex character who is trying his best only to get constantly told it’s not good enough. Sure, his looks play a role, but they also play a role in people liking Aaron as well. Welcome to the world. 

(Plus Aaron has had the boring proper boyfriend like Jackson and Ed…look at how that turned out. See what Vic said on January 19th)

Requiem: Part Eight

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII


The gold and red leaves hung limp on their branches, the rain not quite dulling down the beauty of the Autumn Court. By the time Bay got here, his entore body was drenched, his hair hung over his eyes, cutting breaks of blonde in his vision. Taking a breath, a made his way for the front doors, just to be stopped by Lucien, Heti and Dragos.

The High Lord stared down at him with a hot temper. Lucien crossed his arms and gave Bay a humorless smile. “Here to take my son off to the Court of Nightmares again?”

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Evita Lyric Meme
  • "Oh, what a show!"
  • "That's how to go when they're ringing your curtain down."
  • "We've made the front page of all the world's papers today."
  • "What kind of goddess has lived among us?"
  • "To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve."
  • "You let your people down. You were supposed to have been immortal."
  • "Show business kept us alive."
  • "Don't cry for me for I am ordinary, unimportant, and undeserving of such attention."
  • "So share my glory, so share my coffin."
  • "To think that a man as famous as you could love a poor little nothing like me."
  • "Would I have done what I did if I hadn't thought we would stay together?"
  • "You'll never be remembered for your voice."
  • "The city can be paradise for those who have the cash."
  • "Do all your one night stands give you this trouble?"
  • "Bad is good for me."
  • "All you've done to me, was that a young girls fantasy?"
  • "Beware your ambition."
  • "On this night of a thousand stars, let me take you to Heavens door."
  • "In the glow of those twinkling lights, we shall love through eternity."
  • "I never dreamed that a kiss could be as sweet as this."
  • "I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you."
  • "If I ever go too far, it's because of the things you are."
  • "Put me down for a lifetime of success."
  • "It's sad when a love affair dies, but we have pretended enough."
  • "Our passion was just too intense to survive."
  • "We all know a career depends on knowing the right fella."
  • "One who has no rules is not precise."
  • "One always picks the easy fight."
  • "One always claims mistakes were planned."
  • "I stand here as a servant of the people."
  • "You've shown by your presence, your deeds, and applause what the people can do."
  • "When you act, the things you do affect us all."
  • "When you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world."
  • "Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight."
  • "Please understand, I'd be good for you."
  • "Would you be good for me too?"
  • "You enthrall me."
  • "The day you knew would arrive is here. You'll survive."
  • "You'll get by, you always have before."
  • "I don't expect my love affairs to last to long."
  • "At the watering holes of the well-to-do, I detect a resistance."
  • "Her only good parts are between her thighs."
  • "Let him save them as he saved me."
  • "We would be foolish not to quit while we're ahead."
  • "It won't be easy. You'll think it strange when I try to explain how I feel."
  • "I still need your love after all that I've done."
  • "Don't cry for me. The truth is I never left you."
  • "A cross between a fantasy of the bedroom and a saint."
  • "Did you believe in your wildest moments all this would be yours?"
  • "Don't look down. It's a long, long way to fall."
  • "I don't really think I need the reasons why I won't succeed."
  • "I'm not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown."
  • "Did you hear that? They called me a whore! They actually called me a whore!"
  • "Only an actress would pretend affairs of state are her latest play."
  • "The actress hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear."
  • "Do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?"
  • "When the money keeps rolling in, you don't ask how."
  • "Will you look upon me as your own?"
  • "How can you claim you're our savior when those who oppose you are stepped on, or cut up, or simply disappear?"
  • "Tell me before you get onto your high horse just what you expect me to do!"
  • "Better to win by admitting my sin than to lose with a halo."
  • "Go, if you're able, to somewhere unstable and stay there."
  • "What is the good of the strongest heart in a body that's falling apart?"
  • "Where do we go from here? This isn't where we intended to be."
  • "What do we do for our dream to survive?"
  • "How do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do?"
  • "Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to sing."
  • "You must love me."
  • "Why are you at my side? How can I be any use to you now?"
  • "Give me a chance and I'll let you see nothing has changed."
  • "I see every bad sign in the book."
  • "The people belong to no one! They are fickle, can be manipulated!"
  • "So I don't exist? So I count for nothing?"
  • "Your eyes, your smile, do not have the sparkle of their fantastic past."
  • "Have you ever seen me defeated?"
  • "I'm trying to point out that you are dying!"
  • "I've decided I should decline all the honors and the titles you've pressed me to take."
  • "I could have any prize that I desired."
The only one - Chapter 13

Reader x Jimin

Warnings: Smut (don’t read if you are uncomfortable with it)

Words: 2,532

Chapters: 12 , 14

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“I-i’m sorry”, I stuttered out as I pushed him aside. I was going to leave the room, but was stopped by Jungkook, “(y/n)-”, “please, just let me go”, i kept my back to him. I’m guessing he could tell that i was upset and really did not want to talk as he let go of my wrist and allowed me to leave.


As soon as i closed my room door i slid down it and let everything out, “ughh what’s wrong with me”, i sobbed out, pulling my hair as i did. I began thinking about Jimin, he was all i wanted right now. I just wanted to be with him. Even after all that happened he’s still the only person i feel completely safe with, i just wish i was laying with him in bed right now.


After a while my tears dried up and i got up from the floor and went to wash up and get ready for bed. I changed into my nightwear and got into bed. I laid there trying to sleep, my eyes closed, mind clear, hoping eventually i would doze off, but Jimin popped into my mind. His beautiful smile, his eyes becoming smaller as he did, he boyish laugh, him and Mikey together, bonding. I couldn’t take it anymore and picked up my phone and went straight to his number.


My palms became sweaty as the ringing tone was going on, it went on for sometime until it stopped, i thought it went to voicemail until i heard his voice, “(y/n)?”. His voice sounded raspy, “J-Jimin…”, i couldn’t hold back my tears, hearing his voice reminded me of how much i missed him, “baby, don’t-don’t cry, please”, i heard his voice breaking, but he continued, holding back his tears, “i miss you so fucking much (y/n), i-i’m sorry about everything that i did”, “i miss you too, i miss you too much Jimin, i need you”, i began sobbing, my head resting on my knees as i did, “i-i need you here with me, i can’t take it anymore”, i continued to let my tears fall. I could here Jimin sigh, it was shaky, “(y/n), we’ll be together soon, stay strong beautiful”, as he spoke i could hear a car horn, it was quite loud so Jimin was probably close to it, “promise me you will?”, “i promise”, “good girl, i love you”. I smiled as i tried to stop my tears, it felt as if i hadn’t heard that in forever, “i love you too”.


After talking to Jimin i could actually go to sleep, knowing he was still mine and i was still his. I slept for about 2 hours, until i heard a rather loud knock at my door. I groaned as i slowly got up, “who the hell disturbs someone this late at night”. I was still half asleep as i opened the door, which revealed nothing behind it, “ughhh”, i grumbled out. I was about to go back in, until i heard someone, “I did say soon…”.


My eyes instantly filled with tears, my hand over my mouth to cover up my sobs. I walked out and saw my man stood there, his eyes glossy and a smile plastered on his face.


I went to him as quickly as I could and wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tight and began crying into his chest, “(y/n)…”, “I missed you so much Jimin, I’m soo sorry, please forgive me pl-”, “baby”, Jimin laughed a little as he spoke, he also moved my face and held it with both his hands, “just shut up”. With that he leaned forward and attached our lips, he slowly took control and began making the kiss deeper. As he did his arms lifted me up and i wrapped my legs around him, “baby, i’m gonna make it up to you”, he said in almost a whisper and took me to my room, closing the door and took me to bed.


Jimin wasted no time with both our clothes, his hands were all over my body, exploring it with them. He was attached to my neck, giving me his mark. He moved to my lips, his hands grabbed my arms and pinning then above my head against the bed, “god, I don’t know if I want to punish you or just make love to you”, he was staring down at me lust filled his eyes, “why don’t you do both”, I said before I moved my hands from his grip and pulled him down and kissed him roughly.


He soon pulled away, “get on your hands and knees”, he stood up and waited for me to do so. Once I was in the position, I was waiting for Jimin to do something, but after a few seconds I got impatient and was about to turn to look until I felt a sharp stinging pain on my left cheek. I hissed in pain, as I was about to speak up he did it again but on the right, “this is your punishment, if it gets too much tell me okay?”, I nodded, “okay”. With that he continued to do so, my arms eventually gave up on me and my face was now buried into the bed covers. Jimin made sure I was okay before he carried on with his punishment, soon enough my cheeks began to pain unbelievably, tears were streaming down my face, I didn’t want him to see me because he’d feel bad, so I didn’t say anything.


But he did stop the second he heard me sob, “baby”, “i-i’m fine Jimin, carry on”, “don’t be stupid”, he forced me around and saw my tear stained face. “(y/n)”, he kissed my forehead before he pushed me down, “I love you, so, so, so much”, he kissed me downwards from my neck all the way to my stomach. Once he reached the bottom he wasted no time going to my heat, his tongue slowly licking through my folds, up and down. I moaned out throwing my head back, eyes closed and hands in his hair.


He only did it for a minute or so before moving back up to me, I began sulking as I wanted him down there for longer, “fine then guess you don’t want this”, he was referring to his dick. He was turning to grab his clothes, but I pulled him down, making him laugh out, “does my (y/n) want me to make love to her?”, he asked, moving my hair hair out of my face. “Yes”, I spoke almost instantly, Jimin chuckled before he went on to make love to me.


My eyes fluttered open, my vision getting clear, allowing me to see the beautiful man laying on my chest, his arms and legs wrapped around me, his face nuzzling my chest. He looked so cute and peaceful, I couldn’t help, but slightly squeeze his cheek as I brushed my thumb across it.


As I did Jimin’s eyes began to open, “hey..”, he yawned out, “hi, sorry I woke you”, “don’t apologise, besides waking up to you is a blessing”. I giggled, even though it was cringey, it was also quite cute. “So what do you want to do today”, he asked as he sat up and pulled me into him, i rested on his shoulder, “well, after the meeting ends at 2, we can do anything, up till 12”, “12?”, “well, we’re flying back”, “wait, so i came here, even though i could have waited”, i nodded, “ughh, what a waste of money”, it took me a few seconds to comprehend what he said. “HEY!”, he laughed as i slapped his arm.


I left the hotel room and got into the car Jungkook was waiting for me in, I told Jimin to get some more rest as I went to work. As soon as i closed the car, the driver began to take us to the office.


After 3 hours, the meetings were finally over, i stood up from the chair i was sat on, stretching as i stood, “finally”, i murmured to myself. I put on my coat and headed for the door, but before i got a chance to open it Jungkook called for me, “yes?”, i asked still facing the door, “could i ask you something?”, i turned and gave him a quick smile, “sure”. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked his question, “does he know what we did?”, guilt hit me, i forgot about what i did with Jungkook, although i didn’t sleep with him, just kissing him was bad enough.


“Hey, (y/n)?”, i hummed in response, “so?”, i slowly shook my head in shame, i had to tell him, but i couldn’t hurt him. “I can’t tell him”, my voice was hushed, “i-i can’t lose him, not again. Please don’t tell him, ple-”, as I began to beg him, he stood up and walked to me, putting my face between his hand, “hey, relax I’m not gonna tell him. What happened was not your fault okay, you just weren’t thinking straight, promise me you won’t beat yourself up over what we did”, he said with a soft tone as he brushed my cheeks with his thumbs, “bu-”, “(y/n)”, his voice was stern, “o-okay I won't”, he smiled and murmured good as he unexpectedly kissed my forehead, “let’s go”.


“Baby”, I combed my fingers through Jimin’s hair, ‘hmm..”, “do you want to stay in till it’s time to go?”, “please”, his eyes barely staying open, “but no clothes, all natural like me”, he mumbled out and moved the covers revealing all of him to me. “Ewww”, I exclaimed causing the both of us to laugh.


“Jimin, we need to leave in 10 minutes to make the flight”, “i know baby I’m coming”, he said as he finally put on his jacket after zipping his jeans. I was standing in the hallway with my bag and getting quite impatient, “okay, let’s go”, he said as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. And at that exact moment Jungkook’s door open, he walked out with his bag in his hand, as he saw me he gave me a small smile, which was wiped off his face once he saw Jimin’s. Well….awkward is one way of describing this.


“Erm…we-we should get going, we don’t want to be late”, I smiled taking turns to look at both of them, “yeah er…we should”, Jungkook smiled, but before he walked off, I noticed that there was something different about him.


After a long, tiring flight all I wanted to do was go home to my baby boy and cuddle him for the rest of the night. It was currently 9pm and we were walking out the airport. The second I stepped out I heard mummy being said, I looked around and saw my beautiful baby boy running up to me, his arms opened wide. He was soon wrapped around my legs, “welcome back mummy”, I smiled at his cute greeting, “Mikey I missed you sooo much”, I bent down and lifted him up, and kissed him, to which he began to squirm.


“MINMIN, KOOKIE”, He practically screamed, looking side to side. They both smiled at him, “hey buddy”, Jungkook replied, waving at him. Not even a millisecond later Jimin spoke, “Mikey, I missed you soo, soo much”, he took Mikey from me, cuddled him tight and began placing kisses all over his face and neck, causing him to squeal and scream. It was probably the cutest thing I’ve seen from the two.


I heard someone clear their throat, I turned in the direction and saw Katrina stood there with a faint smile on her face as she walked forward to us. She also seemed different, usually she would’ve ran up to me and tell me to never to leave her again. “Hi”, her voice was quiet, “hi”, I replied hugging her, “erm…”, her eyes wandered off.to where Jimin and Mikey were, “we should get home, you must be tired”, “I am, come let’s go you two”, “okay mummy, oh and we have a big, big, surpwise when we get home for you”, “oh really?!”, he nodded very quickly, a from plastered on his face, “well I can’t wait”.


The three of them began walking to the van, whereas I turned to Jungkook who was glued to his phone, “J-jungkook, do you need a lift?”, he looked up and shook his head, “oh no, I have someone picking me up, but thank you for asking”, “oh, okay, I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow”, “er…yeah…you should get going, Ken dolls staring”, I giggled, I hadn’t heard that nickname in so long, “goodbye”, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. He stayed still for a few seconds until he realised what was happening, then he hugged me back, “he can’t kill me if you hugged me first”, he whispered into my ear, I giggled again to which he grinned.


The second the front door opened, a figure jumped out at me, “AHHHHH!”, I screamed as loud as possible before hitting the figure, “ah (y/n), it’s me, Ramone”, “Ramone? RAMONE!”, my eyes were wide when I finally realised who it was and instantly gave him a very tight hug. “Oh my god you idiot, even did you get here, why did you come here, how did you-”, “(y/n)!”, he raised his voice to get my attention, “just shut up and get inside”.


After a two hour catch up with my brother and knowing him and Jimin were getting along I got up to wash the few dishes that were dirty and make Mikey milk. I asked Katrina to come with me as one I was too tired to do it all by myself and I needed to know what was wrong with her as throughout the two hours she was completely mute.


“Right what’s wrong?”, I asked as I closed the kitchen door,”what are you on about, I’m fine”, she tried to give me a convincing smile, but failed. “Katrina, I’ve known you for lord knows how long, I can tell when you’re not okay, so tell me because I don’t want to force it out of you”.


She sighed loudly before taking a place on one of the island stools, “I can’t be with Youngjae anymore”, I furrowed my brows in confusion, get and Youngjae were perfect together. “Wait, what? Why?”, she didn’t look up, I could tell she felt ashamed, “i-i cheated on him”.

I stood there in shock, I would never expect that from someone like Katrina, “after we argued, he was there and one led to another”, “does he know”, she shook her head, “no…(y/n), I don’t want to talk about this, it makes me feel worse than I already do”.


I respected the fact that she no longer wanted to talk about it, but I needed to know one thing, “do I know him?”.


“You know him too well”.


thank you for reading bubs


-Z

ssfemship  asked:

I'm so happy you are still hopeful seriously. Even though I've officially jumped the hope ship, to see that you won't be taken down is still nice.

It’s not about hope, though. I see an underlying structure and I have a really hard time believing these writers did not create that structure. It’s hard to predict what will happen when and with queer stories specifically, there’s always a chance that network interference could come into play, but then still I’d think this story would play out in subtext. I think where I’m different is that I do not see a subtextual story as any less valid for multiple reasons. One of them is craftsmanship. It will actually take more out of a writer to create an entirely hidden story - and this one goes far beyond Emma & Regina. There are many things other shows couldn’t get away with on network. It has to be a story you want to tell, otherwise you don’t bother. So, apart from our viewing, multiple people are making an effort to tell an ambiguous story and since this reading is relevant to who I am, it makes sense for me to talk about it. That in itself has value to me.

There’s also the fact that queer coding is not a bad thing. It started because writers wanted to tell queer stories, but couldn’t. If you take a look at what’s going on with canonical queer relationships on US television… then the best cases aren’t much more than glorified tokenism and it’s still generally subplots and secondary characters. You have to conclude that there’s a shift, they can tell limited stories in canon now, but anyone pushing the boundaries, still needs to rely on the older techniques. Main characters with complexity involved in a queer romance are still rare. Is it problematic? Is it objectively speaking wrong? Of course. All of this is happening because there is discrimination, it’s the result of it… but within that context, it is something happening in a world that is evolving. It makes sense in a certain context. I’d rather start by taking on shows that don’t do anything to normalize and show the world as it really is.

Queer baiting - to me - is when there is no attempt to create a story and it’s mostly something that is asked of the actors to get more viewership. It’s divorced from the rest of the narrative. In the worst cases it’s read as a joke at our expense by straight audiences. “Hah, these characters, queer? Funny!” 

Then there is the other issue that comes with the fact there are so few queer characters. When you introduce one queer in the desert, then they become representative of all. So if you don’t want to hurt the community, you can’t just do anything with the character. It’s risky to show a queer character in a realistic abusive relationship, because in this television landscape, that would be saying queer relationships are abusive. They would have to show so many good ones before they can show a bad one. I can see how it is a catch 22. Interesting characters are flawed and story comes from conflict.

In this case, they let all the trauma play out in a world of forced heterosexuality and it’s part of their bigger picture. From an OperationOUT point of view, Emma has probably experiences a same-sex abusive relationship, but we’re being shown those behaviors through heterosexual fairy tale pairings. It’s a work-around, making her complex, but not playing into prejudice before showing love. We have an audience now yelling at Jasmine for not choosing duty over love, we have them empathizing with a young Regina forced to marry someone she doesn’t love because her parent wants it. We have Alice who is asked to forget about her love and to choose to let her stepmother choose her a husband or go to an asylum.

If they play this out completely, they will have put their audience on the spot. You can emphasize with all these stories where someone has come in between lovers… so look at the experience of a gay person. Some of us feel forced to marry against our wishes, some of us have been made to believe it’s our duty to make our parents happy. We’ve all been told by someone that our love is less valid, our not real or a disease. 

So after telling all these stories with our issues, but applied to straight couples, if they do go there, it puts a conservative audience on the spot. Are you going to be the villain in this tale? Can you face your own hypocrisy? Can you root for this person choosing love over duty? This person not marrying a man against her will? Can see that telling someone their love isn’t real is wrong? What side are you going to be on, audience?

The setup is still there for them to drive this home, but if it happens, it won’t be before the final battle. Facing the Self. It’s always darkest before the dawn, isn’t it?

The Last Five Years - Sentence Starters
  • [name] is over and [name] is gone.
  • I'm still hurting.
  • What about things that you swore to be true?
  • Go and hide and run away!
  • Run away, run and find something better.
  • Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn.
  • I've been waiting for someone like you.
  • I've been standing for days with the phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death.
  • My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit!
  • I guess I can't believe you really came.
  • See, I'm smiling--That means I'm happy that you're here.
  • I think we're gonna be okay.
  • With all we've had to go through, we'll end up twice as strong.
  • I didn't know you had to go so soon.
  • We'll have tonight.
  • You know what makes me crazy?
  • I'm sorry, can I say this?
  • You could be here with me or be there with them - as usual, guess which you pick.
  • You can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you!
  • I swear to God I'll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all.
  • Things are moving too fast.
  • I won't do anything just half-assed.
  • I met my personal Aphrodite.
  • I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried.
  • I'm so happy I can't get worried.
  • Next day it's just like it never happened.
  • And then he smiles - his eyes light up and how can I complain?
  • Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do.
  • I tend to follow in his stride instead of side by side.
  • I said I'd stick it out and follow through.
  • I'm a part of that...aren't I?
  • Maybe your heart's completely swayed, but your head can't follow through.
  • Don't you think that now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?
  • You get to be happy!
  • Take a breath, take a step, take a chance - take your time.
  • Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?
  • I'm sharing a room with a "former" stripper and her snake: Wayne.
  • I could shove an ice pick in my eye, I could eat some fish from last July, but it wouldn't be as awful as [fill in what you wish].
  • He wants me, he wants me, but he ain't gonna get me.
  • Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right!
  • 'Cause the torture is just exquisite while I'm waiting for you to visit.
  • We should go meet the dinosaurs.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?
  • There are so many lives I want to share with you.
  • But if you can just wait I will make it eventually.
  • Not like I'm proud of the fact.
  • I want to be your wife, I want to bear your child, I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?
  • There are so many dreams I need to see with you.
  • There are so many years I need to be with you.
  • Everyone tells you that the minute you get married every other woman in the world suddenly finds you attractive.
  • And all of a sudden, this pair of breasts walks by and smiles at you and you're like - "That's not fair!"
  • In a perfect world a miracle would happen.
  • I shouldn't care what she thinks since I can't fuck her anyway!
  • Don't despair, I'll be there.
  • I am a good person!
  • Stop looking at that, look at me.
  • Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck.
  • I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by.
  • Can we please for a minute stop blaming and say what you feel?
  • Did you think this would all be much easier than it's turned out to be?
  • If I didn't believe in you, we'd never have gotten this far.
  • Don't we get to be happy at some point down the line?
  • If I'm cheering on your side, why can't you support mine?
  • No one can give you courage.
  • I will not lose because you can't win.
  • He wouldn't leave me alone 'less I went with him to dinner.
  • I guess he was good in bed.
  • He blew me off with a heartfelt letter.
  • I can do better than that.
  • You don't have to change a thing, just stay with me.
  • I want you and you and nothing but you.
  • I don't want to throw up your walls and defenses.
  • It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on.
  • Think of what's past, because we can do better.
  • Hey, kid - good morning. You look like an angel.
  • I don't remember when we fell asleep.
  • Nobody needs to know.
  • Come back to bed, kid.
  • Hold on, don't cry yet.
  • I won't let you go.
  • Maybe I could be in love with someone like you.
  • Goodbye until tomorrow.
  • I have been waiting for you.
  • I'm not the only one who's hurting here.
  • I don't know what the hell is left to do.
  • I could never rescue you.
  • All I could do was love you hard and let you go.
  • So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go...
  • I didn't see a way we both could win.
  • Goodbye.

disneymarina  asked:

Hello Nikki , may I have a request please. :) can I have a trunk(DBZ) x chubby reader please where they are training but vegeta make fun of her because she fat and she won't make good warrior but trunk comfort her because she is a great warrior.

Hello dear~ I can totally do this for you! I adore Trunks so much. Here you go sweetie, I hope you like it. I have a huge bias for long haired trunks.

Originally posted by dragonballinmotion

“Good job, keep it up (Y/N)!” 

You could hear Trunks shouting praises at you as you continued to dodge punches and kicks thrown by the self proclaimed “prince of all saiyans” and you were pretty damn proud of yourself right now. 

Being a human and keeping up with an alien with amazing powers is already impressive, but you weren’t like most of the lithe humans on Earth. You were bigger than most women - fat is a better word, but you never let that deter you from helping your friends fight and they never had an issue with it either.

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the signs' specialties
  • aries: aggressive passive aggression. when they are upset, everything they touch becomes a weapon. slam the door even harder, i don't think the people ten streets down heard you clearly enough. it's best to let them cool down before confronting them about anything, should you need to.
  • taurus: careless words. it's not that they don't think before they speak, it's that they genuinely don't believe their words will affect you. when the damage is done, they often cannot - or will not - understand why what they said was hurtful, because it does not make sense to them in the scope of their world view.
  • gemini: ignoring you unintentionally. gemini are such quick thinkers that they sometimes can get carried away doing things they believe to be most important in that moment, leaving behind people and situations that might require their attention more than they think. a good part of the time, they don't even realize what's happened until someone brings it up, and it might be too late to apologize then.
  • cancer: selective memory. you may have been screaming at each other last night, but now they act like nothing happened. some cancers fail to realize that closure cannot come without talking about what transpired, and that sometimes apologies must be made. sitting on an ever-growing list of conflicts, no matter how quiet, will eventually affect you adversely. do not run.
  • leo: empty exuberance. it's alright to have emotions - unsavory ones, as well. it's part of being human, and feeling jealous or unhappy with something in your life isn't a crime: don't act happy for the sake of others around you, because you are good at it, and people will believe you do not need them. friends should not only see you at your happiest; smiling all the time will only hurt everyone more in the long run. you are allowed to rely on another person, and to cry.
  • virgo: impartiality. a large part of the gross misconception that virgos are usually emotionless or somehow psychologically shallow stems from their talent with balancing the conflicting ideologies people in their life hold, all without seeming ruffled or altered by it at all. their ability to rationalize does not mean they cannot feel, however, and once their trust and good favor is broken, it is near-impossible to regain. choosing to withhold an opinion does not mean it doesn't exist. virgos know this well.
  • libra: second chances. infuriatingly patient as they are, libras sometimes need a helpful nudge in the right direction when it comes to cutting ties with someone no longer healthy for them to be around. their tendency to believe the best of another person and to give the benefit of the doubt can work against them in these situations. though they do have their limits, it may take far too long to exhaust them.
  • scorpio: concealment. this is different from leo's cheerful veil of security. despite being forthright and intense people, scorpios can be difficult to read, and they take great pains to conceal the fact that they can be sensitive and highly empathetic - certainty is a must if they wish to know someone, but this habit of hiding things can hinder connections that would have flourished otherwise.
  • sagittarius: indecision. the downside to being filled with energy, creative or otherwise, is that it can go misdirected. an unfulfilled or unhappy sagittarius can do an immense amount of harm both to themselves and others, especially if they're focused on the wrong things, or a cause that doesn't truly satisfy them. there are times when the correct decision is doing nothing at all. you don't have to be occupied or active to be worth something. reflect on yourself instead.
  • capricorn: disregarding their own advice. even though capricorns have a very good idea of what everyone should be doing and when (and how, and how fast), their crippling sense of self-doubt often stops them from treating themselves like anyone else, and stalls their acquisition of the standards they wish to live up to. though they know what they should do, fear halts them. risk is a part of existing, and we must live with it.
  • aquarius: blatant snubbery. a jilted aquarius, or at least one who perceives they've been insulted or somehow deprioritized, can turn on their built-in acid factor rather easily - doubly so if they're convinced they're in the complete right. good observational skills and an intuitive sense of what makes people tick can turn them into some of the most unpleasant guilt-trippers. it won't work every time. you'll lose someone to this if you aren't careful.
  • pisces: insight. it doesn't do to dismiss pisces out of hand as being an airyheaded dreamer with no grasp of reality. they are often the sharpest people in the room, though their easygoing nature and willingness to wear their heart on their sleeve makes others mistakenly believe it is easy to take advantage of them. their innate sense of emotion can make them very suited to identifying tells: they have the potential to be some of the best manipulators.
you won't eat ♡ grayson

– requested by anon

(i’m sorry… i’m not creative at all with these titles. it’s whatever tho lmao)

You turn your face away from the spoon full of soup being put in your face, not allowing it to enter your mouth. You had been in the hospital for a couple of days now, sick with the stomach flu. The food you had been staring at for an hour now did not look appetizing, and you knew it would only make your stomach hurt worse. The doctor had told you it was okay for you to eat, but you still didn’t want to take the chance of throwing it back up like you had with your past meals.

Your parents and the doctors suddenly stopped trying to make you eat, which made you narrow your eyes at them. You knew they would not just give up on trying to feed you, and that they were up to something.

Your parents and the doctors seemed to be fighting about something, but then the doctors sighed and nodded their heads, leaving the room along with your parents.

A few minutes later you saw your boyfriend Grayson enter the room with a small frown on his face.

“Gray?” You say, confused as to why he was here, “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you babe,” Grayson says, a fake smile on his face which makes you frown. You see your parents and the doctors watching from the small window outside, but you didn’t pay any attention to them.

“What’s wrong?” You ask and take his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze and he laughs,

“Your'e the one in the hospital bed and you’re asking me whats wrong?” He asks and you nod,

“Seriously i’m fine.” Your voice was hoarse and your stomach was killing you, but you still told him you were okay which made him frown once more.

“I’m worried about you, Y/N.” He tells you honestly, and you tilt your head in confusion.

“I told you i’m fine. It’s just the stomach flu, it’ll go away in a few days.” You say and he sighs, looking at you seriously.

“You have to eat, Y/N. That’s the only way you’ll get better.” He blurts out, squeezing your hand tighter than he already was.

“Grayson i’m not hungry.” You say stubbornly, realizing the only reason he was here was to force you to eat. You had to admit you were a little hungry, but it was not worth the risk of feeling even worse.

“Yes you are,” He rolls your eyes, knowing you well enough to realize you were, indeed, hungry. You huff and rip your hand away from his, crossing your arms and looking away.

“C'mon, Y/N…"He begs, taking the tray of food and placing it on his lap, “At least one bite, just one, then i’ll be satisfied.”

“No.” You shake your head and keep your mouth shut tightly. He sighs and places the tray on the end of your bed, getting up and starting to walk away but you grab his hand before he could go to far. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, and you huff.

“You have to stay.” You compromise and he grins, sitting back down and placing the tray on his lap once again.

“I’ll stay, but only if you eat.” He says and you sigh, weighing your options.

You look at him as he wait for your answer and finally say, “Deal.”

He smiles and you look at the food skeptically. He picks up the spoon and scoops up some soup, saying, “Here comes the airplane!” He smiles, making airplane sounds as the spoon gets closer to your mouth, making you laugh. You eat the soup happily, not paying attention the the current sickness you had and instead paying attention to your sweet boyfriend making you laugh hysterically for the first time in days.

When you finally finish your soup the doctor and your parents come back in, a smile on their faces.

“I told you he could do it.” You mom says triumphantly, flashing Grayson a radiant smile.

He grins back and the doctor rolls his eyes, looking at Grayson thankfully, “Thank you. That was just what she needed to regain some energy.”

Grayson nods and gets up but you grab his hand again, “You promised you’d stay!” You say and he looks at the doctor for permission.

He sighs and gives him small nod, “Just make sure to get some rest. I’ll be back in one hour to check up on how you’re doing.”

You nod happily and scoot over, allowing Grayson to lay down next to you. Your parents left to “go get some lunch” but you knew they just wanted to give you two privacy.

Grayson wrapped his arms around you and you sigh in content, almost immediately falling into the best sleep you’d had in days in the arms of your sweet boyfriend.

a/n – based this off the sick preference because i wanted to make an imagine about it. it also kinda sorta went with a request so I just went ahead and wrote it!!! hope you liked this! (dang my imagines have been 800+ words like oh my)

Mastermind | Danganronpa AU Fanfiction

This is a fanfiction for Danganronpa based on an AU that I fell in love with. Basically, what if the Mastermind behind Hope’s Peak wasn’t the real Mastermind at all?

This is over 48 hours and over 6,000 words for nothing other than my own amusement, because I like challenging my writing skills sometimes, but I figured other people would get some enjoyment out of it, too.

**WARNING** This short story contains major spoilers for the show Danganronpa! If you haven’t seen it, or even haven’t finished the last episode itself, please be aware that this will spoil it for you. Like, the first word is a spoiler here. And it also has spoilers in the tags, so be careful. It’s like a minefield in here.

Also, this AU is not mine. This is only my opinion of how it would go if this AU had really happened. I would credit the creator, but I can’t find the original source of this AU. If any of you know, please share with me so I can credit them. I also had to change a tiny bit of the wording in some of the parts from the animation, where I got the beginning dialog from, because it was actually pretty dang hard to understand what was being said in a couple of parts, and who knows, maybe the entire sentence was different in the subbed verison.

This story also has a mature rating for mature themes such as language and violence. It does not contain depictions of sexual content. If any of these things bother you, please don’t read on. I just don’t want anybody who is uncomfortable with these themes to not know about it before they continue.

I’m sorry if this still has spelling mistakes or autocorrected words that don’t make sense, I’m trying to fix everything Wattpad messed up, so if there’s errors please don’t be shy to point them out so I can fix them!

Alright, let’s get this show on the road. 

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