because if he did i'm gonna cry for real this time

Foul Play (M)

Originally posted by minspink

Summary: Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
Word Count: 24.314
Genre: college au, basketball player Jimin, sports university
A/N: A while ago @workofteaguk was doubting my lane while simultaneously having a crisis over Jimin. So naturally, retaliation was in order. This is all @minsvga‘s fault for encouraging me to run with this idea.

Elitism brings out the worst in people. Feelings of superiority run unchecked where talent and hard work meet to flourish and thrive, where young athletes spend their days training their bodies to the limits, pushing themselves harder to reach the ultimate dream: to receive validation and know that the years they’ve spent sacrificing sleep and jobs and romance for medals, winning seasons, and future professions has been worth it.

And as any good athlete knows, elitism leads to rivalry. Rivalries between teammates, between neighboring schools, or, most notably, a rivalry between Seoul Sports University’s top gymnast and one of the best point guards to grace the basketball court. And when rivalry and hatred reach such a level, it attracts attention from outsiders, from those who find amusement from such bitter hatred between two young people. Two young people who share common goals and similar training regimes, who for all intents and purposes should be close, but cannot stand the sight of one another.

This is a feeling that you know intimately.

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I'm gonna talk about something important real quick

Can we just appreciate Jackson “Jia Er” Wang? Like honestly this man gives me so much hope for humanity. This man uses his personal breaks to not just visit family, but also goes to nursing homes to make the elderly happy and becomes their grandchild for the day so they feel like they are seeing one of their grandchildren. When he posts on social media, he translates everything he says just for international fans so they understand. Jackson is such a genuinely kind and humble person. I’m not saying that the rest of GOT7 is not the same way but, just the things he and Got7 do for, not just Aghase, but everyone they encounter makes me legit cry. They make me question sometimes, “How did I get so lucky to live during the same time period as them?” Since I’ve basically come to talk about all the members as one now, how can people simply hate on GOT7 for no reason/not a very logical reason to dislike them? Seriously though? I get that everyone has different opinions on many things but just take 5 minutes to realize they literally gave up having a normal life to make people all over the people happy;they all don’t get to see their families very often because of touring, promotions, recording, filming,etc. They’ve literally given up part of their lives to make others happy. I give them so much respect for having the courage to do music to make people happy and basically give up their chances of having a normal life.

I know not many people may have read this far but for those who did, thank you for reading💕

zarohk  asked:

So, I'm not totally sure the timelines match up, but do you think that Rachel's sisters (especially Sarah who is younger and more naive) could have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and decided that Rachel is the Slayer? Goes out at night, all hours, secret boyfriend who only visits her at night, can't tell their single mom, etc.

[First of all: the timelines do actually match up quite well.  In #20 there’s a brief mention of David’s dad (of all people) watching Buffy on TV, and although Animorphs started and ended first most of its run overlaps with Buffy.  Second, I LOVE this idea so much.  Rachel and Buffy are two of the people who were massively influential in teaching me and my friends that it was possible to be girly and tough at the same time.  Third… Voila.]

It starts as a way to distract her sisters, on the nights when their mom can’t make it home and their dad is too busy to call—Rachel will put on whichever Buffy episode she’s got saved in the DVR and all three of them will watch it together.  However, all three of them fall in love with the show over time, until they’re catching each episode live: Sarah laughs at all the puns and hums along with the theme song while Jordan waxes poetical about how dreamy Spike and Angel are.  

Rachel just loves Buffy herself, because there aren’t enough girls on TV that can look that fabulous and kick butt at the same time.  It becomes a weekly ritual, one that Rachel sometimes has to miss if Cassie or Jake calls with urgent news, but she’ll put aside anything short of the alien invasion to catch it with her sisters.

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Jordan meets Rachel at the door, which is a bad sign because their mom and Sarah are both asleep and Rachel herself went to bed six hours ago.  The mission was long, nasty, and exhausting, the way they always are, and Rachel’s too keyed-up from the adrenaline rush to think of a proper excuse for why she’s sneaking in.  

She and Jordan stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Rachel leaning on the door frame, Jordan holding a comic book in both hands as she sits on the end table in the foyer.  Jordan becomes the first one to speak.  “Sarah and I were talking,” she says.  “And I think we figured it out.”  

Rachel feels her stomach churn.  She’s not as careful with her sisters as her mom.  She never has been.  “Figured what out?”

“It’s okay.”  Jordan clutches her comic book a little more closely, expression solemn.  “We won’t tell Mom.”

Rachel crosses her arms.  “Won’t tell her what, exactly?”

Jordan thrusts the comic book at Rachel.  The cover shows a girl—Buffy Summers, judging by the title—holding a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other, her blond hair whirling around her as she thrusts the sword at a spike-covered greyish creature in the corner of the frame.  

Rachel takes a step back from the comic, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.  

“It explains everything.  Where you sneak out to almost every night.  Why you’ve got blood under your fingernails half the time when you get home.  Why you’ve got a secret boyfriend who only comes out at night—”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel says reflexively.

Jordan nods, eyes wide.  “Uh-huh.  So you definitely weren’t seen by half the school at last week’s dance with a mysterious guy who has blond hair and is never seen around town.  You don’t have a boyfriend, even though I’ve heard people talking in your room in the middle of the night.  And you always leave your window open, even—especially—when it rains.  Almost like you’re waiting for a secret vampire boy—”

Rachel snorts a laugh.  “Tobias isn’t a vampire.”

Which has exactly the opposite effect than the one she intended.  “Oh my god,” Jordan whispers.  “Tobias as in that guy who disappeared last year? Everyone thought he died—” She gasps.  “Unless he did die.  And now he’s back!”

Much as Rachel wants to laugh and keep laughing until she falls over, she understands that this conversation actually has serious implications.  With effort she sobers herself.  “Look,” she says at last.  “There are things… Things I can’t tell you.  You wouldn’t be safe if I did.”  

She looks Jordan in the eye.  Jordan is taking this conversation seriously—probably more seriously than Rachel herself, for that matter.  “I understand,” Jordan says.  

“As soon as…”  As soon as the war’s over.  “As soon as it’s safe.  I’ll tell you everything.  Right now, there are things I can’t talk to you, or to Mom, about.  But someday I will.  I promise.”  Rachel can’t be more honest than that.  

“Okay.”  Jordan bites her lip.  “I just wanted you to know your secret’s safe with me.  And if you ever need help, like, hiding a body…”

Rachel smiles, overwhelmed with fondness.  “Thanks.”  She yawns.  “Now, if it’s all right with you, Dawn…”

Jordan makes a face.  

“I’m wiped, so I’m going to bed.”  She walks past Jordan and up the stairs to her room.  

“Rachel!”

She turns around.  Jordan is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her comic book against her chest with both hands.  

“On the show,” she says haltingly.  “They say a lot about how slaying’s a dangerous job.  About how most slayers don’t live to be twenty.”  There’s real fear in her eyes, as she looks up at her sister.  

Rachel grins, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “Really, Jordan, you should learn not to believe everything you see on TV.  After all, it’s just a show.  No vampire’s gonna take me down.”  

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“You know, my sister thinks you’re William the Bloody.”

«Who’s that, a spokesman for Kotex?»

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She doesn’t get much input on the actual headstone; she’s too young for that.  She does, however, manage to put in a special request for the plaque on the statue they erect outside of Washington D.C., a proud grizzly bear rearing up to defend the Capitol.  

Rachel Daniella Berenson, the plaque reads.  She saved the world.  A lot.  

Sparks

It was night, and not for the first time Mike had fallen asleep on the sofa. The television was still on, and buzzing in a sort of comforting way that made the lull of his exhaustion more pronounced. It wasn’t easy, spending long hours unable to rest because all he could think about was the one thing he couldn’t have; the one thing (one person; human being) that had been unjustly taken right before his eyes.

She had faded to dust. And that hurt more than anything ever had. She had died, sacrificed herself to save them, to save Will, and… and she’d torn away a part of Mike, too. Taken a piece of him to whatever dark place she dwelled, and there was no way he would ever ask for it back. There was no way he would ever be so selfish.

He could live with it; with being partial. If it meant she could be whole.

Crickets chirped outside, barely audible through the closed windows. It was October, nearing on the end of the month, just around the time people start giving up hope.

He had been trying, as hard as he could, to convince himself he could be strong for her — that he could be strong like her. But it was hard. It was so hard, and it hurt so much. Days felt like weeks, and his head felt like it was filled with smoke; veiled and hazy, and overgrown with tangled vines that obscured his thoughts.

He tried for his friends, to be normal. And truly, all he wanted was to be able to revert back to the way it had been before. Yet, with every passing day, that seemed more and more impossible.

It should have been the opposite. It should have been getting easier.

But it wasn’t, exemplified by tonight.

She was standing just out of reach, silhouette shadowed and thin. Back bowed. Dress muddy and torn. Still the same though. And still pretty, but he wouldn’t dare speak those words aloud again.

Mike took a step forward. He was hesitant this time, unlike the others. Beneath his Chucks a thin layer of water splashed, alerting her of his presence. She turned, but couldn’t see him. He knew she couldn’t.

She never did.

This time, something was wrong (well, everything was wrong, every time, but this was something else). She was breathing quickly. Mike’s hair stood up on end as she whirled back around, in the direction of something she couldn’t see, and screamed.

“EL!”

Mike jolted awake, covered in a cold sheen of sweat with tears streaming out of his eyes. Mike angrily wiped them away and looked around him for some sort of sign that it had been real, because at least that would mean she was alive.

But there was nothing. Mike deflated, curling into the couch and covering his eyes, watching the last flashing remnants of the dream dance in his vision. He felt his chest tighten and his throat burn, and with a quick breath he began to cry. Alone, in the dark, feeling like the smallest thing on the planet, Mike sobbed into his arms.

She was dead and he hadn’t saved her. She’d saved them, and he hadn’t saved her. Useless. He was useless, and pathetic, and weak.

“Leggo my eggo!”

Mike looked up, frantic, but the source of the sound had only been the television.

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

Mike sniffed, drying his eyes. He slipped off of the couch and crawled over to the television set, with just enough scrounged energy and hope to sit before it and watch the signal flicker in and out.

The sound came in again. “Leggo my eggo!”

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

And again. “Leggo my eggo!”

Mike leaned forward, drawn into the white flashing. He shuddered as he pressed his hand against the glass. “El?” His voice was an echo of a whisper.

“Leggo my eggo!”

He knew this commercial. He and Nancy had despised it because it came on all of the time.

Four years ago.

Why would anyone re-run a four year old commercial?

“Leggo my—”

“No, you leggo—eggo—”

His breath caught. Electricity hummed against his forehead, and his vision narrowed. “El?! El!”

“Leggo my—”

“Mission from God—”

“They’re here—”

Mike.

He gasped, just as the television crackled. He was zapped away, shaking, wide eyed, and slammed into the sofa.

The set smoked. Mike stared at it, chest heaving. “El…”

“Mike?”

He jumped, and for one second, dared to hope. But it was only Nancy, standing in the living room entryway, staring open mouthed at the broken TV set. “Oh my god, Mike, are you okay?!”

She was at his side in an instant, hand on his hand, searching his face. There was only fear to be found.

“Nancy,” he said, quietly. “She’s here. She’s right here.”

katherinem1996  asked:

Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜

Thank you, love! You’re too sweet <3 I hope you like this. (I don’t think headcanons are supposed to be nearly 2k but oops my hands slipped. Thanks to @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)

Dating pre-serum Steve

Originally posted by freakzter

It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.

He stops immediately. Well, that’s new. He’s looking at you with those deep blue eyes, waiting for an answer…but you don’t have one. It was an impulse. Why had you done that?

Steve licks his bottom lip subconsciously and scoots close to you, going slowly so you have a chance to tell him if you don’t want this. But you suddenly realize you do–you want him with every fibre of your being. His kiss is hesitant, still waiting for you to push him away. After the initial shock of the situation, you kiss him back more surely.

He shows you off all the time.

On your first date, Steve takes you dancing because that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? That’s what Bucky does with all the dames he takes out. Despite all the practicing he and Bucky do before your date, Steve is so self conscious. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. But, you see him fumbling as he shoots you shy, nervous smiles when he misses a step. Your heart swells with affection for him as you decide to pretend to be equally hopeless. You trip over his foot a couple times, go for a spin when there clearly wasn’t a call for one. Steve loosens up as you both make up outrageous dance moves for the ones that can’t be done.

Originally posted by sov-ja

Bucky gets wind of it and refuses to go on a double date with this trainwreck of a couple until you get some dance lessons.

Bucky insists to teach you both himself in the boys’ apartment. He’s moved the furniture around to accommodate a dancefloor. You’re a pretty decent dancer, truth be told; but you keep up appearances for Steve’s sake. That, and it’s actually a lot more fun to botch dance moves with Bucky than you would have initially thought. The teasing was well worth hearing your man laugh until he couldn’t breathe. Literally. Poor baby agitated his Asthma more while laughing with you and Bucky than anything else.

Steve will realize one day that he’s still talking to you like you’re just his best friend Y/N. He gets a bit self conscious about it, and is determined to treat you more like a lady. You’re his girl, after all, and you should be treated like a queen. He stutters ‘more appropriate’ compliments out, blushing as soon as he sees the questioning look on your face. When you ask him what’s going on, he tells you that he’s trying to treat you like a girlfriend. You giggle, kissing his cheek and making him blush again. “You don’t have to worry about that, Stevie. I fell for you because you were my friend.”

Steve compliments you all the time. His goal is to make you blush at least once a day. Some days, though, it gets to be too much and you have to kiss him just to shut him up.

Just because Steve is you boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you don’t still hang out like you did before. You, Steve, and Bucky still go down to the creek and skip rocks together. You all still go to the railroad and have adventures in your abandoned railway car. Just because you and Steve steal kisses when you think Bucky isn’t looking, doesn’t change that the three of you are still best friends.

His notebooks are full of sketches and doodles of you, of your individual features. There’s a lot of your eyes, of your smile…conveying every emotion between the nose scrunch you do when he compliments you, to the little frown that pulls at your lips when Bucky says something unsavory (it doesn’t happen often, Bucky’s usually a gentleman around you), to the dreamy look you get in your eyes when you see a mother pushing her baby in a stroller.

One day, Steve is so caught up in watching you as you watch kids play at the park. “I’m gonna marry you.” He blurts it out with such sincerity, he blushes deeply. You just smile at him coyly. A sweet laugh falls from your lips and it makes Steve tumble further into the void. You spend the rest of the day proposing to Steve in crazy ways while he laughs, “Shaddup, Dollface.”

When he gets sick during the winter after his mom passes, you refuse to leave his side. He tells you that you’re gonna get sick, too, if you keep hanging around him; but, you don’t care. You and Bucky get scared for a couple of days. You both think it could be a possibility that this is the illness that will finally claim Steve’s life. But the little runt always proves you both wrong.

Steve’s such a sap about it. “I only made it because you stayed with me. I guess I have to marry you, now. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” You’re so relieved that you’re crying and laughing so hard you have to bury your face in his chest. When you finally calm down, you place a delicate kiss on his forehead and smile fondly at him. “You’re darn right you do, you chucklehead.”

Steve’s gotten into less fights being with you. You’re so in sync with him that you know what makes his blood boil. His righteousness has bled into your being, and you can’t help but mouth off to any bully that you two come across. Even when they continue with their wrongdoing, you refuse to back down until they stalk off with their tail between their legs. Steve always goes a little starry eyed when this happens.

When the war breaks out, you know Steve will want to enlist and it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You always hope and pray that he’ll get denied, and you’ll thank whatever deity was listening when he comes back with a sullen look on his face and rejection paper in his hand. You tell him that they don’t know what they’re missing out on. He launches into a speech about how he should be out there defending what’s his. He has so much patriotism, it moves you. You only feel a little guilty for being selfish and wanting to keep him home, safe.

When Bucky gets drafted, it’s hard on all of you. Steve tries to enlist again, and he comes home with the biggest grin on his face. Your stomach drops when you see the stamp of approval on his forms, but you smile and hug him because you know this is what he wants. When he lets you go, he looks at you seriously. “I know you’re scared, but they’re giving me a chance. I want to go out there and defend my country..defend my girl.” He brushes your hair away from your face. “And–and, well…” He stutters and fumbles to get something out of his pocket. “I want to know that you’ll still be here when I get back.” He holds a ring between his fingers, your breath leaves you completely. “So, Y/N, will you marry–?”

You don’t give him the opportunity to finish, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as he slips the ring onto your finger.

When you take him to the train station, he kisses you longingly, knocking the breath out of you. Steve tells you he’ll write as soon as he can. The train starts moving, he almost misses it because he doesn’t want to leave you. As soon as he hops on, he yells, “I love you!” The goofy grin on his face makes you smile through your tears and you stay rooted on the spot until long after the train has left your sight.

Weeks pass and you don’t hear anything from Steve. No letters. No calls. You’re worried. Who wouldn’t be? That is, until you see the propaganda films of Captain America. He looks dreamy. So strong, so sure, so..familiar?

You’re in the middle of a theater when you realize that Captain America is Steve. Your fiancee, Steven Grant Rogers, is Captain America. You nearly pass out from the shock. You immediately go out and buy every paper that has news about Captain America in it.

It’s about four days after that when you finally get a call from him. He sounds so happy, so relieved to hear your voice before you go crazy. You ask him all kinds of questions, hardly waiting for a response before launching into another set of questions. “Doll! Doll!” he calls through the phone when he can hear you’re about to hyperventilate. “I’m okay. Let me tell you what happened.”

And he does. He tells you everything that’s happened since he left five months ago: the experimental procedure, traveling the country to sell bonds, Bucky’s capture, the very unauthorized rescue mission. He tells you that he’s part of a specialized group called the Howling Commandos. You listen, absolutely enraptured until he tells you that he has to go. He tells you he’ll call again soon.

Steve calls you weekly while he’s in the army. His calls become the highlight of your week.

You still collect newspapers with Captain America and the Howling Commandos news.

It’s late September 1945 when Steve and Bucky finally come home. You see Bucky first and launch into his arms, kissing his cheek, telling him how happy you are that he’s home. A throat clears beside you, and your jaw drops at the sight of your fiancee. Yes, you’d seen him in propagandas and newspaper articles, but seeing this new Steve in the flesh was something you’d have to get used to.

His smile is the same, though, and it melts your insides. You release Bucky and slowly make your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly into your embrace. His face is buried in your neck, strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you from the ground. You’re both so ecstatic that you’re crying. You’re pressing kisses wherever you can reach while he tells you how much he’s missed you, how he’s ready to marry you, start a family with you.

You two wind up going to the courthouse that day with Bucky as your witness and marry your best friend.

harutaka in -over the dimension-

—their first interaction in the novel takes up most of the second chapter. haruka is supposed to be designing the enemies for the game they’re making for the school festival, but he’s spacing out and can’t think of what to draw—so takane starts yelling at him. haruka thinks to himself that he wishes she’d stop being so rude, particularly because he’s worried that no one will want to marry her because of it.

—they start talking about what kind of enemies haruka should create. he didn’t want to draw zombies like takane suggested, so they come up with a solution together. he’s happy and inspired when takane suggests they base them off animals instead.

—takane smiles at haruka, which he says makes him smile too.

—haruka came up with the game’s title the day before, but no one has voiced it aloud yet. he gets excited upon realizing that takane’s going to be the first one to say it.

—haruka notes that he’s happy takane inspired him in deciding what enemies to draw.

—he’s on a roll with designing the characters. the thought of takane being excited about it is his…….driving force, to say the least. says he “salivates” at the thought of it lmao and he blushes a little even. he wants to impress her and have her compliment him.

—haruka talks on the phone with kenjirou and thinks about how he’s having trouble creating the game’s final enemy. he gets excited suddenly, then asks kenjirou if he has a picture of takane he could borrow.

—haruka’s over at kenjirou’s house the week before the school festival to work on the game, and he’s spending some time with ayano. after she’s gone, he notes that there’s only one person his age that he feels comfortable around (takane.)

—he closes his eyes and euphorically images her—in very precise (and almost provocative) detail. he notes that he doesn’t need a picture of her, and he can imagine takane more vividly than any photo.

—he’s then overwhelmed by the urge to say her name out loud, and decides to since no one’s around. he starts to when there’s a knock on the door, at which point he feels embarrassed. (in the illustration he looks so blissful when he’s thinking about her omg.)

—kano comes in disguised as ayano. then asks haruka if he was thinking dirty thoughts just now. haruka freaks out and comments (almost guiltily,) that no, he wasn’t, then specifically notes that he was thinking about takane though.

—it goes on to the school festival in the next chapter, there’s a long description (which is honestly kind of on going throughout the whole chapter,) of haruka observing takane playing video games. he’s amazed and even inspired because she’s so good at them, and lives up to her title as “dancing flash ene”.

—not really too ~concrete~ in terms of harutaka but it was still really funny to me: takane calls haruka a dumbass for being as excited as he is, and he just agrees like HELL YEAH I’M A DUMBASS.

—haruka watches shin and takane face off in headphone actor, and notes that he’s feeling unexpected jealousy. he says he wants to be able to play games with takane, and make her feel as excited and “impassioned” as she feels right now.

—he congratulates her even though she lost.

—he comments again in his mind that he wants to play video games with takane, casually mentions it to shintaro, then gets incredibly excited at the prospect when shintaro offers to teach him how.

—later when he and shin are playing video games, shin says that haruka and takane should battle—but haruka still feels too inexperienced to do so, and he’s afraid that takane won’t wanna play against him again if he flat out loses to her the first time.

—in the next chapter, he and shin are at an arcade keeping an eye on momo—when takane calls haruka. takane tells him that it’s ayano’s birthday, and she’s throwing a party for her. haruka wants to attend but has to take care of momo first, so he can’t right now. he then lies to takane about where he is, because he knows that takane doesn’t like shintaro—and he doesn’t wanna put her in a bad mood for hanging out with him instead. after they hang up, he feels terrible for lying to takane.

—takane implies that she wanted to bring haruka to the arcade herself, and also teases him a little that he lost his chance to go with her.

—takane is at the arcade with ayano, and it turns out they’re gonna be facing off against haruka and shintaro in a tournament final. it’s haruka against takane, and shintaro against ayano.

—takane calls his and shintaro’s costumes freaky without knowing who they are (since they were wearing masks,) and haruka gets a li’l emo lmao.

—haruka realizes this is the first time he’s facing off against takane and gets nervous since he hasn’t mentally prepared himself.

—haruka only wins because he calls out takane’s name during the match……for some reason, and distracts her. takane isn’t mad later when she finds out he lied to her, but tells him not to lie to her ever again.

—towards the end of the chapter, takane gets flustered that he isn’t paying attention to her when she’s talking—he’s distracted thinking about how he’s going to die.

—at the beginning of the next chapter, he’s thinking about when he battled takane just because.

—shintaro comes and visits haruka at his house, he thinks about how he considers shintaro to be a good friend. haruka then says he’d also consider takane a friend, but doesn’t feel quite right about calling her that. he admits that his feelings for her might be love, but he can’t act on or even acknowledge the fact, because he knows he’s going to die.

—he goes for a walk later that night, he says he wanted to do something special before he dies. he thinks about how great it’d be if he and takane could face one another in the upcoming dead bullet tournament, and says it could be a precious moment of his life, and he doesn’t feel like it’s wasted.

—haruka’s last moments alive, spent with takane:

“The sounds around me seemed to echo mindlessly in my ears, and soon I could only pick up the barest nuances of Takane’s words. What did she say? I didn’t know. She sounded real sad, though.

Ahhh, I’m sorry, Takane. I’m really sorry. I’ve received so much from you, but I couldn’t give you anything in return.
I bet you’re angry about it. Well, you can be, if you want. You can punch me, even. If it helps you get over it, you can do anything you like.
Oh, but don’t take it out too much on people besides me. You might run into all kinds of wonderful people later on in life. You need to treat them with the care they’ll deserve. 
Yeah. That’s right. You’re a kind, gentle girl, Takane. You need to keep on smiling. You need to be happy. 

So, please, Takane. Stop crying…”

anonymous asked:

okay but let's talk weddings. what would a shallura wedding be like? what kind of people are the members of the Voltron crew at weddings? who cries bc they're single, who gets drunk, who dances on the table, who brought way too many people with them, who's overly emotional? let's get all the wedding clichés on the table and put names on it, i want a wedding prep au

thank you for this ask honestly bc can you even imagine the Chaos Level

(also thanks to @leg-defender for headcanoning this all w me)

  • Lance sobs. Like Hunk is gonna be shedding some Real Tears too but Lance is a mess. He’s balling, he’s overwhelmed.
    • “They grow up so fast….” “Lance I’m older then you.” [blows nose] “I still remember when you said your first words”

      • also
      • “Lance are you crying”
      • “NO”
      • [tears are streaming down his face, 10 different people have already offered him tissues, he’s literally curled up in a fetal position on the floor]

  • Lance is also the one who gets Super Drunk and makes the ridiculous irrelevant speeches at the toast.

    • “I would like to take this opportunity to formally say, that the time when all of Keith’s hair gel went missing and everyone assumed it was the mice. That was me. I tried it and it made my hair look weird so i threw it all out the airlock”

    • [silverware clattering to the floor] “I KNEW IT”

  • Hunk personally caters the entire event.  Literally no one else is allowed to so much as suggest any kind of food. Hunk’s Got This. Also, touch anything before it’s ready and Prepare For Death.

    • Lance tried to eat the wedding cake batter and he still won’t talk about what happened to this day.
    • He just whimpers slightly and leaves the room asap.

  • Pidge is the reluctant flower child. The team literally drew straws over the position and Pidge got the short end of the bargain.

    • Hunk ends up joining Pidge on the wedding day though bc he really wanted to wear a skirt and bunch of flowers in his hair and he just makes the whole experience really Good.

    • Pidge rides on his shoulders down the aisle and they all end up having a pretty fun time.

  • Coran is Allura’s maid of Honor you can’t fight me on this one.

    • He also walks her down the aisle.

  • Lance and Keith are basically Allura’s Tag Team Bridesmaids. Lance has literally been to a billion weddings bc of his huge family so he has the whole thing d o w n. He helps Allura pick out her dress, shoes, earnings and whatnot. Allura is so overwhelmed at this point that she kind of just lets him speed around and do whatever.

    • Coran demands to be in on Every Choice but really it’s all Lance. Coran makes weird Uncle Fashion Decisions but his intentions are good at heart so a lot of his funky suggestions get incorporated into the outfit.

    • In the end Lance pulls everything together and Allura looks like a goddamn Goddess so All is Well.

  • Keith does her hair and makeup, like really, really well. Scary well. Lance has to help him with the braids (“Keith that’s not how a braid works” “Shut up lets see you do better” “dude I have like five sisters move.”) but all in all she looks Fabulous so it’s a success.

    • Nobody can figure out where Keith’s make up skills came from.

      • “Where did you learn to do this??”
      • “‘S jus a hobby.”

  • Keith catches the bouquet

    • Lance is jealous as shit that Keith caught it and not him.

      • “No fair!! I wanted to get married next Keith don’t be fucking Rude”

      • “Fuck off Sanchez I caught it first and it’s not like we can both be the next to get married”

      • Everyone: [looks into the camera like they’re on the office]

  • Everyone dances and has a Good Time

    • Yes even Keith

      • He’s a really shitty dancer but he’s drunk and Alive For Once
      • He will regret every single choice he made in the morning but right now there is No Stopping Him

    • Lance is Extra Drunk and is absolutely dancing on the table to Shakira. Lance stop. Get down from there. Keith what are you doing don’t encourage him don’t join him on the table Keith. Keith no. Are you kidding me.

    • Shiro gives up trying to control his children after Pidge takes over the DJ booth because there’s no going back from that
  • Everybody laughs and cries at least a little but all in all everyone is Happy and Having A Grand Ol Time

anonymous asked:

I know it's almost the end of fear friday, but I'm gonna prompt anyways. Also, awesome blog!!! post-CW Tony and Peter are together, and he has joined the Guardians in space. They have become his 2nd family. But he's waiting for them to leave him eventually cause he thought the Avengers were his family and look what happened there.

Thank you so much ! :)

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“Tony i need your help.” says Peter when the monster comes directly towards him.

“Kinda busy myself Starlord.” replies Tony and flies around the monster. It looks like a octopus but its green and really slushy. Tony hates it.

Monster in space are even weirder than on earth.

“Tony for real…” begins Peter but then the monster buries him under one of his…tentacles and Peter is gone. Tony screams at that and the next moment the monster gets him, too.

It takes every one of Tonys weapons to kill it and then Tony sinks to the ground.

“Petey?” he asks worried but there is now answer.

“What the fuck happened?” says Rocket who lands next to him. Tony shrugs. He can’t speak.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i know i saw it but i don’t believe it.” says Rocket to Groot and Tony leaves his suit. He runs around, looking for Peter.

“Guys! I got him. He is here.” says Gamora and Tony sees how Drax help her to get the tentacle away from Peter.

Peters eyes are closed and Tonys heart stops. Oh god. This is his fault!

“We need to take him to the ship.” says Gamora and Drax carries Peter. Tony feels numb. He follows them but doesn’t say anything.

“Do you feel his pulse?” asks Drax when Gamora check it and she nods. But she looks still so worried.

Nobody speaks to Tony when they go back to their ship.

Tony knows why. He fucked up. Again.

*

Half an hour later Tony is in his room on the milano and packs his things. He is going to leave. It was his fault and even if Peter is not dead he is only hurt because of him.

Tony wanted to face the monster and shot it down. That why he didn’t help Peter. But thats a ridiculous excuse.

There is a knock on his door and Tony looks up as Yondu comes in.

“Hey son.” he says and then sits down on Tonys bed. Yondu is kinda Peters father and he will definitely beat Tony up for that stunt.

“Hi.” mumbles Tony back. Sometimes (only when he is alone and had a bad nightmare) Tony images that Yondu is like father for him, too. Well technically he is his father-in-law.

He is not sure how old Yondu is exactly but he always treats Tony really well. That is going to change now.

“So you wanna leave?” asks Yondu and points at Tonys suitcase.

Tony nods at that and Yondu sighs.

“Why?” asks Yondu and Tony can’t help but sniff at that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Yondu.

“Look son. I know you feel bad about what happened to Peter. And believe me when i say that he will be okay. He is sleeping but you can go see him if you want.” says Yondu and Tony looks still at his suitcase.

“I…hurt him.” whispers Tony when the first tear falls on one of his shirts.

“No you didn’t. The monster did.” says Yondu and he sounds really carefully. Its almost strange.

“Why don’t you hate me?” says Tony then and Yondu laughs.

“Because your are my family.” says Yondu and shrugs.

Tony snorts.

“We are all family here. And sometimes bad things happen in a family, but that only makes us stronger you know? I know that Peter can’t talk about his feelings very well. He gets that from me. But i know that he isn’t angry at you. And he wouldn’t want you to leave.” says Yondu and Tony looks at him.

He is still crying and Yondu smiles sadly at him.

“I had a family once.” whispers Tony then. He is not talking about his parents, because that wasn’t a real family.

But the avengers. And he fucked that up. They left because of him.

“They didn’t deserve you. But Peter is much happier with you and i know that you are happy here, too. So don’t run away because of one mistake. God knows how many i made and Peter is still saving my ass on a daily basis.” laughs Yondu and he holds his arms out.

Its rare that Yondu does that. But Tony loves his hugs. He cuddles into him and breathes.

“Thank you.” he says and Yondu just laughs.

“Peter also gave me that for you.” says Yondu and holds up a paper. It just says ‘Yes i still love you, asshole’ with a smiley face. Tony laughs.

When they had their first fight as a couple Tony had said that he would only believe Peter if he wrote his ‘i love you’ down as proof. It was a silly thought but since then Peter does it every time.

“He still loves me.” says Tony and he pets the paper carefully. Then he puts it on his wall. Yondu laughs.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this but we all love you, you damn human idiot.” grins Yondu and Tony sticks his tongue out at him.

“And now get your ass over to Peter!” says Yondu and Tony runs out of his room.

Yondu shakes his head at the boy and starts packing his things back in the cupboard. What a mess.

anonymous asked:

I feel like crying, so I'm gonna ask you about your Shallura headcanons. {slides you Monopoly money}

okay you asked for it so here goes:

  • Shiro falls first, and he falls HARD
  • At first he thinks it’s just a silly crush, but then Allura sacrifices herself to save him on the Galra ship and he’s forced to admit that, nope, this is real, he’s highkey in love with an alien space princess who can pick him up in one hand, okay this is happening everybody stay calm
  • spoiler alert: he can’t stay calm
  • I have so many feelings about military!Shiro??? like he was on the Cerberos mission as a pilot not a scientist, sure he was in the space programme, but of all the characters he’s the one who acts the most… military
  • like he’s super-disciplined doing pushups in his room in his Voltron uniform
  • (Shiro tangent: when he was in the Galra prison he did pushups and stuff in his cell to try and feel a sense of normality and control)
  • anyway Shiro takes to calling Allura “Princess” because it sounds a bit like a military title and he’s trying to define their relationship within a chain of command
  • Shiro trying to be Very Professional and not let his feelings show too much because they’re co-leaders and they have to focus on The Mission
  • calling her Princess all the time helps him maintain distance (lol jk it doesn’t nothing is working he can’t stop thinking about her he’s a mess)
  • EVERY TIME Shiro calls Allura “Allura” he falls a little bit more in love with her. EVERY TIME
  • meanwhile Allura’s over here like “i have an enormous crush on Space Dad but I am a princess of Altea and I must command Voltron and save the universe”
  • highkey think the mice are gonna get sick of the mutual pining and lock them in a room together “accidentally” until they make out
  • OR the Black Lion takes them on a trip somewhere remote and then ~*~mysteriously~*~ malfunctions until they GET IT TOGETHER

anyway thanks for asking me this cos these were fun!

I’m Staying - Unknown’s story

…This is one of my first requests.  And I’ve finally gotten around to writing it.  Because no more school!  And I’m finally catching my breath with my job.

Summary: In my Ideal World, after the Secret Endings, and after they are an established couple, Unknown discovers something about MC that she’s been trying to hide. (2nd person narrative)

Rating:  M for mature, because it’s not explicit, but it is there.

Length:  Almost 1600 words


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I’m Not That Kind of Doctor (Clint Barton x reader)

Clint couldn’t believe what was being asked of him for this mission; well, not even a true mission really, but a task that Tony decided that he was perfect for beyond everyone’s better judgement.  The group sat around the conference room, giving him their best looks of support and encouragement as he held the crisp, white coat in his hands, staring down at it as if it were making him painfully uncomfortable to even have it touching his skin.

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heatherlanntheclever  asked:

Is there any chance of a happy ending for the Lannisters? I know they are awful people but why develop their motivations and give each of them a genuine moment of compassion if they are just going to murder each other? Every other POV gets a moment of truth/redemption why not the children of Tywin/Patriarchy/Aerys and Disability? I'm a bad person myself so I need to believe the Lions can defy themselves and prophesy and overcome their nature or what's the point? Not all of us are born Starks.

Hey! So it’s gonna take me a few minutes to answer your question, but I promise I’m gonna get there.

In one of the other shows I watch, an actor commented on the banality of evil. He said that evil is something commonplace. Given the right circumstances, great acts of evil could be committed by your neighbors, or your friends, or you, or me. Because evil is so easy. “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” You needn’t be a monster like Gregor to commit evil; you need only be human. 

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anonymous asked:

Woo, I'm so excited! When bitch!Ramona kissed Sheldon I was like, "He's gonna go to Amy and propose, isn't he?" And he did! Yay! :o) I didn't cry but I had tears in my eyes.

OMG. I mean… I was in a state of shock for like an hour after watching this episode. I still am, in a way.

It was ridiculous because I think I spent this last week as much time trying to avoid spoilers as I spent trying to come up with ways as to WHY the HELL RAMONA would be back that wasn’t something like “she’s back to seduce Sheldon”.

Cause I know Sheldon is someone who can’t be seduced, he’s not like most men. He doesn’t think like most men. He really thought she wanted to be friends for Christ’s sake!

But… I don’t know, I was in this state of denial like “oh, she’s just going to be his dorky assistant again now that Amy’s gone” (for real I convinced myself of that).

And then last night I downloaded the damn episode and I couldn’t even hit play, I was like “I’m gonna have to face this reality that RamNANA IS BACK AND SHES TROUBLE” 

SO ANYWAY, I hit play and I don’t think.. and honestly, last week’s episode was also so good and fun but I did NOT think I’d love this episode as much as I did. Probably my fave of the season in term of hilariousness.

Sure, I hated Ramona. My face transformed every time she was on screen. But everyone else on this was just so perfect. Bernadette sitting in between them at the apt in AMY’S spot.

When they all walked her to her car. I was laughing so hard. It was great.

When Sheldon asked her if she was seeking a relationship I almost threw my laptop out of the window cause they were alone in a room and of courSE RAMANONA WAS GONNA MAKE A MOVE.

My face when she kissed him was.. actually, I was Ross seeing Joey and Rachel kiss:

It was exactly like that.

When I snapped back into reality and saw he was on a plane, I was like, GOD DAMMIT HES

GONNA

PRO

PO

SE

But yeah, I mean.. I’m fine.

anonymous asked:

"I'm just so nervous" for the prompt thing

did i go overboard with this one? probably. do i regret it? not for a second.

“I’m just so nervous.” My fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel and Harry reaches over and squeezes my knee.

“There’s nothin’ to be nervous about, love.”

“You don’t understand, you’ve never dealt with them all at once.”

“No, but your mums are great so I’m not worried.”

It was true, my moms both loved Harry to death, always asking when the next time we’d come to dinner was and “you don’t even have to come, love, just send Harry over.”

It was almost insulting.

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Headcanon for Stydia's first time

They drive back to Stiles’ house. The sheriff says he’ll probably be at the station re organizing files leaving the two of them home alone. They hold hands going up the stairs into Stiles’ bedroom. The moon shining through his open blinds gives off just enough light. Stiles lets go of Lydia’s hand as he turns around to see all of his stuff. His mystery board, his text books, his red string on his desk, everything hasn’t changed from when he left. Behind him, Lydia closes the door. There’s no need to since no ones home but she’s so used to the feeling of not wanting to wake up the Sheriff at 3 am in the morning. Stiles finally turns around and Lydia walks right into his arms. No words, no sound, no worries, just a hug. She buries her face deeply into his shoulder, while crawling her fingers between his flannel. Stiles’ hands completely cover Lydia’s small fragile back. She’s so small and precious, and for a girl who just had all her broken pieces taped back together she was a lot more emotional. And he thought if he could wrap
Himself around her and let her know that he’s really there, only then could she start feeling better. After a couple minutes of holding each other, Lydia takes a step back. With her sweaty and shaky hands she wraps them over Stiles’ thick neck. He quickly puts his big warm hands over hers then holds her tiny arms leading to her waist. She looks up at him, with their noses rubbing against each other. “I love you Stiles Stilinski.” Her tears starting to run again. She tried to slip in a few jokes a couple times “Gosh that took me a long time to say” he pressed his lips against her forehead as he let off a small laugh. She looked up once again, this time with a tremble in her chin; yet again she tried to lighten the mood with her words. She tried to force a laugh “I mean seriously- this has got to be the best thing that’s happened to-” Stiles cut her off with a soft kiss. He looks down at her and see’s how she still looks broken; still grasping reality that he’s real, and he’s there, and won’t be leaving any time soon. But he couldn’t help letting off a smile. He realized that the broken girl standing in front of him, was his future. He had found his permanent home; still in the need of fixing but forever in his possession and heart.

 Lydia presses her lips to his after a long lingering stare. She starts to unbuckle his belt, making him lean towards the bed. He brushes the ends of her hair “Lydia, are you sure?” She gently nods “I’m sure.” She continues pulling of his shirt. Stiles rolls on top of her, softly kissing her neck to the bottom of her chin, “Are you completely sure?” he whispers under his breath. Lydia’s body starts to ease and she actually begins to feel calm. Stiles is still talking between breaths and kisses “are you 100% sure….completely utterly sure…. no doubts….. or turn backs….. or maybe you want to talk first….. because….. we can talk” Lydia grabs his head from behind and smashes her lips onto his. He could feel her laugh vibrating on to him “Stiles, please shut up and let me have sex with you.” And now he started to snicker under his breath, remembering familiar words he once said to her during a horrible night at Eichen. Stiles slowly unhooks the clasp of her bra, making his finger tips linger on her spine for awhile. She looks up from underneath him; having the most precious innocent look he has ever seen on her. He kisses her cheek, trailing to her lips. She starts breathing heavier like she’s about to cry, and Stiles stops once he feels her from underneath. “Are you okay?” Tears start rolling down her cheeks, and he kisses each one before dropping below her chin. “I just missed you so much, I want to feel close to you, I want to feel that you’re really here with me.” He circles her tiny wrists with his hands. He looks into her teary eyes and nods. After all the sweet gentle kissing, they were finally clothe- less. She would keep clinging onto his waist in such desperation and he would hold her weak arms to reassure her that he’s there. He’s there for every single thing that happens.  He’s giving himself to her and she’s giving herself to him. It’s the most precious loving moment they have ever experienced. When Stiles finally slips on the condom, he rolls into her with her hand on his lower back and his hand on top of her. She feels every part of him as he rocks into her. Slowly going in and out, kissing her nose or her cheek every time he swayed into her. When he finally rested on top of her, she brought up her hand from underneath to brush his hair with her delicate finger tips. Her small but lengthy fingers trailing his neck and his back muscles. Feeling every single mole on him when her finger tips hit each bump. Feeling his spine and pelvis dimples. Feeling his legs intertwine with hers. She finally felt safe, and he created that feeling for her. He was all for her and she was all for him, and what they just did was passionate and beautiful. It meant something and comforted her in ways that words could never fulfill.

ashleybenlove  asked:

I'm so sorry about this one, especially if it makes you cry... but... headcanons for an AU of Buffalord Soldier where the Buffalord was extinct.

S c r e w  y o u  w h a t  d i d  i  d o  t o  d e s e r v e  t h i s

 - So, I mean, there’s no use beating around the bush. Astrid’s going to die. The gang goes, they look, and they don’t find, so they take her back to Berk.

 - Her parents keep her in bed for - would it be the third day only? They don’t leave her side. Neither does Stormfly. Or the rest of the gang.

 - Alternatively, they know they won’t make it back home, so it’s just the gang and Astrid is more upset about not being able to see her parents one last time than she is about dying.

 - Either way, some Stormstrid. Astrid would weakly say, “Hey, girl, it’s okay, don’t miss me too much,” and Stormfly would of course just sense it.

 - Hiccup would probably sit on the edge of her bed and maybe stroke her hair. They’re not dating at this point, but, like, Astrid is dying. There would be some “I love you”’s but they’d be teary and there’d be a lot more hugging than kissing. There would be thoughts of the future. “I was gonna make you a general.” “G-general Hoff, I like it. Give it t-to Ruff, maybe?” And he cries into her neck.

 - I feel like Fishlegs would be so upset, he’d be in denial. His lip would quiver the whole time he was with her. He’d read to her. Not, like, stories, but stuff they’ve done over the years. Astrid cries and laughs when he brings up the pistachio incident.

 - Snotlout and Astrid would also be sharing good times. “Remember that time you told me you could block the sun?” “Remember when you flirted with me?” “Remember when - when we became real friends?” And Astrid is already really damn emotional from Fishlegs and Hiccup, and Snotlout is really really trying hard not to cry too.

 - Tuffnut is serious. He’s not crying, but he keeps looking at Astrid as though she’s betraying him somehow and she hates it, and then they hug and they keep hugging and Tuffnut is pulling her close and squeezing her and kissing her cheek again and again and keeps pleading for her not to go.

 - Ladies and gentleman, the one you’ve all been waiting for - Ruffnut Thorston. She comes in alone and the two girls share a glance and then Astrid sits up and Ruff rushes to her quickly. They pour out everything, they talk about their childhood, they talk about the present, and Astrid begs Ruff to take care of everyone. She has to promise her.

 - And when it actually happens - when Fearless Astrid Hofferson dies…everyone changes. There’s no fun in being goofy if there’s no Astrid to roll her eyes, there’s no point in being loud if there’s no Astrid to shut them up. Hiccup becomes even more distant, he barely stays on Berk. Or alternatively, he throws himself headfirst into preparing to be chief because Astrid loved Berk and she wanted him to rule well.

 - When Heather hears, she is horrified. And honestly - knowing that Dagur worked for Viggo, it would be impossible to forgive him, or at least close to it. Knowing that he was a part of the man who made her one real true friend die. Even if he has changed.

 - Stormfly stays on Berk, and she follows Hiccup around whenever he goes off the island and she keeps watch over him because that’s what her rider did too. Hiccup has been alone with both Toothless and Stormfly in a room and just cried.






Buuuuuuut luckily that didn’t happen - Astrid Hofferson is alive, she’s General Hoff, and all is well with the world. My heart hurts from writing all this. Damn.

What Friends Are For

“Hey Star! Wanna do something illegal?” A voice said.

Star looked up from her bed to see Janna climbing up through her window, ungracefully landing on the floor. But, Janna’s smile was still present as she got up from the fall.

Star yawned. “Janna, you’re still awake?” She said as she stared at her with her droopy eyes.

“Yup, and I feel like breaking the law,” Janna said plainly. “And I decided I should bring you with me!”

Star looked at her with disbelief. “Me? Why?”

Janna shrugged as she proceeded to exit through the window with the moon shining down at her face. But before she exited she shot Star a smirk and a expectant glance. “You coming?”

As Janna exited. Star came to her senses. “Hey! Wait for me!” Star yelled grabbing a hoodie as she jumped out the window.

Turns out, Star underestimated the high of the house and landed awkwardly on a pile of cacti. “Owwweee,” Star moaned.

It was just like that time Marco jumped out of the window on her first day here. Haha, he was so mad…

“Did you just literally jump out a window?” Janna asked, trying to stop herself from laughing. She failed.

“You did too asshole.”

“Language, Butterfly.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“Here let me help you up,” Janna smirked as she held out her hand which Star gratefully took. It took a while to get the needles off. But eventually, they were both back on their feet.

“So, was law do you wanna break this time?” Star joked.

“I was originally gonna break three but since you’re here we are gonna break four. Specifically, vandalism, breaking and entering, trespassing, and some good ole theft.”

Star stared at her in bewilderment. She didn’t expect to get a straight answer from Janna. Then again, it was Janna.

“Well, then lets go.”

——

“You wanna break into the school?!” Star yelled.

“Yeah,” Janna said as she picked the lock on the window of the principal’s office.

“Janna, we could get suspended,” Star said trying to talk some sense into the girl.

“Mhmm,” Janna replied, taking the lock off the window and opening it.

When Star entered the room, memories flooded into her mind. She remembered her first day here. The first time she met Marco…

“Why are you so uptight?” Janna smiled as she entered the office. Pulling Star out of her stupor. “I thought you like these kind of stuff?”

“Well, doing something illegal is a bit exciting,” Star answered her smile wavering a little. “It’s just, I don’t wanna get in trouble again.”

“Don’t worry, will be fine.” Janna grabbed a paperweight of the principal’s desk. “Breaking and entering, check.”

Janna put the paperweight in her pocket. “Theft, check. Now it’s your turn.”

“Me?” Star said in confusion. “What- What should I steal?”

“I dunno. Anything he won’t notice he lost.”

Stealing, that action feels familiar. Oh right, Star and Marco’s quest buy adventure. Though it wasn’t technically stealing, Ludo paid for everything. It was stealing nonetheless.

“Well, uh, I don’t know,” Star scanned the shelf for something useful. “Uh, this personalized stapler?”

“Ah going for the personal stuff. Good choice, Butterfly,” Janna smirked.

Star sighed in relief. She her heart was pounding so hard due to this whole experience. But maybe there was something more than the whole scandalous scene that was making her heart beat a thousand miles per second.

“Can we get out now?” Star said practically begging Janna.

“Wait!” Janna said, Janna stood unmoving looking at her watch.

Star stared at her awkwardly. Star never really noticed how pretty Janna was. Star averted her eyes and suddenly found the wall interesting. Star shook her head and took a deep breath.

“Done!” Janna yelled. Scaring Star in the process. “Trespassing, check!”

Star gulped and motioned to the window. “Ok let’s get out now please!”

Janna frowned. “Star, is something wrong? You seem…… off.”

Janna was just so… caring. She was caring, pretty, and.. no…. What was Star feeling? It was frustrating, didn’t Star like Marco? Why was all those feelings suddenly transferred to Janna? It made Star mad. Why was her feelings playing with her?

“Well I don’t know?!” Star yelled throwing her hands in the air. “Maybe because we’re doing something illegal?!”

She lied. It was something else.

“Star….,” Janna answered, her voice wavering. “I-I I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun-”

“Well its not fun!” Star replied. “Not when you’re here!”

She lied again.

Janna’s eyes watered. “I… what?”

Without warning, an alarm went off in the office. “The window!” Janna yelled leading her and Star out of the building.

Both of them jumped out and fell awkwardly on the grass. Janna saw the oh so familiar blue and red lights and jumped to her feet. “STAR!” Janna yelled, ushering her to stand up.

“STAND UP AND RUN!” Janna said as she bolted with her.

They both ran so fast that they both collapsed to the ground when they lost the cops.

Star huffed and panted. Her mind was blank. She stared at the girl huffing and panting beside her. Her beanie was off her head and in her hand. Her hair was a mess. But Star liked the look for some reason.

“Im Filipino.”

Star stared at her in confusion. “What?”

“I’m Filipino, I read some where online that people don’t usually have fun when they’re doing stuff with a complete stranger.” Janna answered, tears slowly coming out of her eyes. “So, well I thought you should know that so it seems like I’m not a stranger.

Star felt sick all of the sudden. She made Janna cry. How could she do such a thing?

“I’m so sorry this night was a waste of time,” Janna said chuckling a little. “Im such a, I almost got you arrested!”

“I’m so sorry… I…. I saw how you were so sad this week and I thought I should cheer you up and….,” Janna muttered. “I didn’t mean harm like this. I just wanted to have fun together! We… we rarely have fun together now.”

That was when Star realized why she felt like she wasn’t having fun, her mind had been else where. She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn’t think for one second about Janna’s feelings. What kind of friend was she?

“I-I…,” Star stuttered, not really knowing what to say. “Oh my god, I’m such a bad friend.”

She went over to hug Janna. “I’m so sorry. I was only thinking about myself. Oh god I’m so sorry.”

“Star…. its ok-” Janna muttered.

“NO ITS NOT!” Star yelled. “You’re like the best person in the world! Yet I treated you like crap.”

Janna felt warm. Was this really happening?

“I’m gonna make it up to you, we didn’t complete our list of laws we have to break! What was it, vandalism? Let’s get some real life laser pens and destroy the school wall!” Star yelled in determination.

Janna smiled. Her friend was back. “Hey! Wait for me!”

They both ended up with Marco having to bail them out of jail. Man, they were gonna get lectured when they get home.

Gus Wins

Michael isn’t really happy with how you really do not want to go public with your long-time relationship. Or even tell your friends.

Wordcount/Warnings: 2,358 || alcohol cw, swearing, passing discussion of abortion, food mention, mentions of baby related unsanitary things
A/N: @switchtodecaf asked for an angsty/happy ending secret relationship fic with Michael. Here you go babe.

Michael and you are standing on either side of the bed, straightening up the last wrinkles of the bed the two of you had just made up, mostly dressed for the day, when he stops abruptly and stands to look at you. You straighten up and look back at him, narrowing your eyes, because he’s either had a really wonderful idea, or a really bad one.

“We should tell everyone.” Is what comes out of Michael’s mouth.

So, it was a bad idea.

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