before the show i held up the egg sign to the people behind us and people laughed

gdifbkadb  asked:

can i request an arranged marriage where the s/o is really sweet and shy, but the guys treated her like trash but she still treats them nicely? and slowly the guys start to love her and feel guilty for all the shitty things they did :') for Oikawa, Tsukishima and Kuroo :3 THank youUu!

Here it is after a long period of time. I got a bit carried away when writing Oikawa’s part. :)

-Admin Lana


Oikawa Tooru:

Oikawa never gazed at you with nothing more than contempt in his eyes, viewing you like his previous suitors; gold digging women who were hungry for his money or his title, and nothing else. Being the son of a king made him target for these types of people therefore it was inevitable that he held disdain for anyone that came forward. Although it wasn’t your fault that you had been forced into such a position, seeing as how you were a member of a royal family as well. It was only natural that you were to be married off to the infamous Oikawa Tooru.

Upon your first meeting, the prince was charming and all smiles, easily winning over the hearts of your parents putting any doubts they had about him to rest. However when the two of you were alone, an entirely different side to the man appeared, his old self completely unrecognisable as if he hadn’t been there at all. He became cold and uncaring, shutting you out and ignoring you completely. The only time when he’d so much as spare you a glance was during social functions where he was required to be seen with his wife-the soon to be queen. It saddens you to think that he wouldn’t even give you a chance to prove yourself, and as far as you could see, the future wasn’t looking too bright.

Checking yourself once more in the mirror, you rushed through the doors knowing how punctual Oikawa was. If there was anything he hated more than you, it was being late. The grand staircase seemed to elongate as you walked down the steps, eyes locking with his cold brown ones.

He hurriedly looked away, muttering under his breath a rough, “Let’s go.” You watched his back with a forlorn expression, silently wishing that he’d eventually warm up to you.

The crowds erupted in frenzied cheers upon your arrival, and once again the charming side of Oikawa appeared. He stepped out of the limousine first, carefully helping you out with a smile that could have fooled you, but you knew better than that. He wanted nothing to do with you. Nonetheless, you weaved your arm through his and proceeded down the walkway into the manor where a dinner was being held in your honour.

Not being open to large crowds, you found yourself gravitating to the outskirts of the party, watching as the prince laughed and mingled with people matching his status, most of which were noble women. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was all for show, but the animosity he showed towards you went beyond what anyone thought. A sudden surge of confidence overtook you, and knowing that it wouldn’t last long against your shy nature, you took the opportunity to voice your opinions. Oikawa seemed to be in tune with your thoughts perfectly, his form retreating through the crowds and out onto the balcony.

If he noticed your presence, Oikawa didn’t acknowledge it. It took several attempts of calling his name before he responded, all without looking at you.

“What do you want now?” His voice was icy, chilling you to the bone, but you stood next to him.

“I-I just want to understand something about us-about this relationship.” The corner of his lips turned upwards at you quivering voice, but you didn’t allow that to deter you. “Why do you hate me so much? I’ve never done anything to you.”

The air between you was thick with tension, and the only noise that filled the space was the chattering of people just beyond the doors. An unreadable expression overtook his features as he crept closer, his arms caging your body in between him and the railing.

“I know what kind of woman you are. It’s not something you can hide. I’ve had a string of lovers before you, and they were just like you, shy and innocent looking, until their true colours are revealed,” he growled and you could see the hurt reflected in his eyes. You wanted to defend yourself, but knew that he wouldn’t believe you. “All they wanted was my money or the chance to become a queen. The lot of you sicken me.” He pushed away from you as if repelled by an unseen force, making his way back to the party.

The breath that you had been holding slowly eased from your chest leaving you with an empty feeling of loneliness. How could you convince him that you weren’t like all the others?

The next morning Oikawa awoke to an empty bed, and he was suddenly hopeful that you had finally left. Those dreams were shattered when he entered the kitchen to see you pouring batter into a pan. He was confused as to why the servants weren’t making breakfast, it was their job after all, but he couldn’t be bothered to be worried with your affairs. The male went off in his own direction, but before he could make an exit, you addressed him with a bright smile as you always did.

“Good morning! Did you sleep well? I made you breakfast if you’d like.” The cheery tone in your voice confused him even more. How could you possibly be so nice to him after the way he treated you last night. Did you have a case of amnesia he didn’t know about?

Cautiously, Oikawa approached the table, scanning over the plate you had prepared; fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and a stack of buttered pancakes. He hated to admit that it looked delicious, but he couldn’t help the biting remark that poured from his mouth.

“Did you poison it?”

Your movements faltered for a moment before you resumed mixing the batter, smile unwavering from your face. “No, I’d never do that. I care for you too much to do that.” Your back was turned to him, but you didn’t miss the almost inaudible gasp that left his mouth.

Oikawa gaped at you in disbelief, unable to believe that despite his ruthless attitude to you, you still had love for him. Was it all a con, or were these genuine emotions?

After breakfast, the soon-to-be King found himself swamped in paperwork and official documents that needed to be signed before day’s end. The back of his eyes stung as he removed the glasses to rub at his eyes. The task was irritatingly tedious and silently cursed at the abundance of work he was given. A knock resounded from the door, and he called out for the person to enter.

You peered in, that familiar soft smile tugging at your lips as you entered, holding a tray filled with tea and his favourite sweets. “I thought you might need a break. You’ve been at this for quite some time.”

Oikawa sipped at the hot beverage in relief. “Thank you.”

It was a simple phrase of gratitude, but it spoke volumes to you. In the months that you had been married, not once had he thanked you let alone been nice. The sudden change of heart was something you welcomed wholeheartedly.

Oikawa watched as your face brightened, and the smile grew even larger. It seemed like his kindness had a big effect on you. Taking your leave, you shut the door quietly behind you, a small bounce in your step.

The rest of the duration in the study wasn’t spent signing documents and what not, his mind was too consumed with you. A wave of guilt began to eat at his heart as he carefully ran over the events over the past few months. On the day of the wedding, he hardly even looked at you, barely pressing a kiss to your cheek as you became his wife. Then the honeymoon was spent locked away in the hotel room while you had to enjoy it by yourself. During dinners or galas, he’d smile in front of outsiders, but as soon as he was left alone with you, he treated you like shit for lack of a better word. There were times where he’d hear you cry yourself to sleep at night. Running a hand through his tresses, the realisation of how horrible he treated you. Not once did you speak out against his brazen behaviour, you took it all with a smile and continued to be a loving wife. He had to make this right.

The search to find you didn’t last long. It was late into the evening so you were preparing for bed. Not expecting to see him, you greeted him with surprise laced in your voice.

“Are you done with work already? I can call for the servants to run you a bath if you-”

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden outburst, his form settling close to you. “I’ve been an asshole, but I’ve been too blind to see it. You’re not like those other women who only snag me for status or money. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and took my irrational behaviour in stride, not mentioning it at all. I’m not sure how to make it up to you, but I will.” The look of resolve was strong and you knew he meant every word of his apology.

“So does this mean you’ll finally start treating me as your wife?”

“Hey, I have to fall in love with you first.” He laughed jokingly, and you laughed along with him. That’s the first time he’s smiled at you.

Little does the prince know that he was falling for you in more ways than one.

Tsukishima Kei:

Tsukishima was not known for charming smiles or genuine compliments, but you didn’t expect his personality to be quite so brutal. He was quick to spew snarky comments or give back-handed compliments, completely impervious to your feelings. Although that didn’t seem to deter the sweet smiles you’d flash despite the scowl permanently plastered on his face every time he was in your presence. Being married to the blonde seemed like imprisonment, but you simply chalked it up to not knowing him well enough yet.

“My five year old nephew can cook better than this.” Tsukishima spat, pushing away the food in disgust. Your heart sank at his biting words, shrinking back into the chair. You had spent an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen preparing a meal to your husband’s liking, but it seems like all attempts were in vain.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to do something nice for you.” But you always appeared to be doing selfless acts for the man, yet he refused to acknowledge the extent of your kindness. He watched as you stalked away dejectedly before disappearing around the corridor. An unfamiliar feeling washed over him as glanced at where you once sat and the wasted food before him.

That night the two of laid in bed with a large amount of space in between, and even though his behaviour towards you was vile, you had still bid him a good night before drifting off. It baffled him how you still put up with him. He knew he was an asshole and refused to change his ways, and yet you’d still greet him with a smile each and everyday. It wasn’t you that he was angry with, but he ended up taking his frustration out on you.

You didn’t deserve this.

You deserved far better.

It was taking every ounce of willpower to swallow his pride and face you, but he knew it was only right. He found you sitting at the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped; he knew that you were crying. When you noticed the footsteps nearing you, you hurriedly wiped at the tears streaming your face, hoping that Tsukishima wouldn’t notice.

A pang of guilt struck him as he gazed at your face, your eyes refusing to meet his golden hues.

“I’m not very good at this, and there’s a chance it will come out not as I intended, but you need to know.” The male began, swallowing at the lump in his throat, suddenly growing uncharacteristically bashful. “I’m sorry for being such an asshole, you don’t deserve this. It’s not you that I’m upset with, I just don’t agree with being forced into a situation like this.” At this you turned your head to look at him, sincerity reflected in his eyes.

“Neither of us like it, but we can at least give it a try, right?” You suggested, and you sweat you could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“If you think you can handle me Chibi.”

Kuroo Tetsurou:

There was a slew of women who would kill to be in your shoes, but everything was not as it seemed. Kuroo was an attractive man, no arguments there, but he was foul when it came to you. There was no end to his teasing, and sometimes you felt as if he meant to hurt you. It seemed that he still hasn’t warmed up to the idea of you being his wife, and to be frank, you weren’t sure if you wanted to be his wife either, but politics were politics.

“I always dreamed of marrying a woman like that.” Kuroo crooned, eyes glued to the large screen in front of you. You rolled your eyes at his comment, used to the passes he made at other women. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t bother you, of course it envied you to see your husband ogling someone other than yourself. With a huff you quickly excused yourself wanting to distance yourself as soon as possible.

The water in the tub was warm, and a glass of wine was perched on the rim. It confused you as to why you were still so kind to a man like Kuroo, but it was all in hopes that he’d someday accept you as a wife and a lover. As if on queue the male entered the bathroom, eyebrows raising as his gaze flitted between you and the bath.

“What’s this? Trying to get me out of my clothes already?” He grinned, teasing smirk stretched across his face once more as his fingers began unbuttoning his shirt.

“No, not at all. I figured you’d be tired after work so I wanted to make sure you didn’t have to wait for a bath.” You admitted, and suddenly Kuroo felt like an ass, which he was.

He was the type of man who wasn’t ashamed to admit when he was wrong. There were many incidents where he could go back and recall where he had treated you as nothing more than filth.

“You’re too sweet for me _____.” At first you would have passed off his words as an attempt to pull you into bed, but the expression on his face read otherwise. “You’ve done nothing but try to care and love me, yet here I am being a jerk. I’m sorry.” The sincerity to his words warred your heart, and it was at that moment that you could see new doors opening up.

“I won’t forgive you right away, but we’ll work on it.”

All you needed was time.

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

lol i’ve stopped being anxious about these prompts being late, they’ll happen eventually

[Day 4: Common Interests]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.

Day 5: Right-Hook

Chat Noir used the twenty euros that Ladybug had reluctantly handed over to buy himself a plate of crepes and waffles, and after that the Egg Discourse™ had thankfully ended. They finished their brunch together while Alya started checking all of the likes and hits racking up on the video that she had posted of the two of them arguing rather vehemently about food of all things. Figures that they couldn’t dare to argue with each other about something serious but the moment you brought up irrelevant discourse about breakfast foods, they were both at each other’s necks and attracting the attention of an entire restaurant with their antics. Alya thought about telling them that they acted exactly like an old married couple who loved to bicker about the little things and didn’t sweat the big ones, but she figured it would sound odd considering they were trying to convince the world of the exact opposite.

The three of them ended up on top of an apartment building near the café with Alya leaning against the chimney and moderating all the comments that were steadily pouring onto the end of the video. She must have been at it for longer than she realized because at some point Ladybug and Chat Noir discarded their weapons next to her and started killing time in that way they usually did whenever people randomly caught footage of them on their patrols at night. They’d switched from a crunching competition to doing handstands on the edge of the roof to some light hand-to-hand practice by the time Alya was sure she’d gotten all of the inappropriate comments off.

“Sorry about this,” Alya told them as Chat Noir knocked Ladybug onto her back and declared himself the winner of their second round. “My friend Nino usually helps mod this stuff for me when I’m busy but he’s got a family thing right now and I don’t want to let the comments get too cluttered.”

“Take your time, we don’t have much to do today anyway,” Ladybug said, sounding slightly out of breath. She nodded at Chat Noir. “Again.”

“Don’t stay so flat footed by the way,” Chat Noir told her. “Stay bouncing on your toes and you can move quicker. When you’re ready.”

Ladybug lunged at him first while Chat Noir quickly blocked her punch, and Alya cleared her throat as she pulled up a few comments. “Alright. So the results of that little show during brunch are turning out to be interesting.”

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lirry fic rec post

i’ve had the pleasure of reading a whole lotta lirry fic over the past few months, so i thought i’d make a post reccing my favorites so far, in no particular order (and asking for recs for more that i missed!). if u read, pls rmr to leave comments/kudos/good vibes. thank u fic writers for doing u!

[updated 9/4, new fics are marked with an *!]

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#10 Scrapbook Love Affairs (Harry Styles)



This is another imagine. To the one who requested it, I hope you like it. Let me know how you feel?

How is your New Year going till now? Anything you want me to write?


“Elaborate.” He said at once, smiling cheekily at everyone sitting in our circle.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I frowned. Harry was asked to describe me in one word and he used ‘elaborate’ as one. Aesha and Max laughed while I still kept eyeing Harry.

“What? You are elaborate! You have like a ritual for everything!” He laughed.

“Whatever,” I looked away. Christmas Holidays had begun and, the four of us kept a small get together before the main party at Harry’s house. I lived right next to him and Aesha n Max lived down the street. We all were really close, like best friends! Almost, only I had feelings for Harry which didn’t really work out because all he did was make fun of me whenever he got the chance.

They continued with different games until, it was time to leave for the party. Aesha and I, went to the bathroom to get ready when she asked, “so, is the gift ready? You’re going to tell him through that, right?” She knew.

“I was going too, but, it feels too elaborative now…” I sighed sitting down and trying not to tear up.

“He was joking honey!” She laughed.

“It is elaborative. I have collected all the pictures from our childhood and made it into a scrapbook and then, confessed on the last page.”

“It’s very romantic! And, you’ve worked so hard on it, stop overthinking it,” she kissed my cheek and got to my makeup. I wore an extremely pleasing dress, kinda pushing my boundaries. It showed a lot of skin and, I wore it for this one guy and prayed he liked it.

We both walked out of the bathroom towards the car. Harry and Max were standing beside the car, playing on their phone. Harry looked up and cleared his throat after looking at me. I tried to take it positively and got in the car after, Max complimented us both. Harry whispered in Aesha ear and she giggled. He was complimenting her. I frowned and looked out of the window.

The party was great. It was better than last year maybe because, I planned to let it all go and enjoy myself and that’s what I did. He seemed to be complimenting everyone today except me so, why should I care? I got a lot of them too, and I shouldn’t care when he doesn’t right? Why doesn’t it work like we always think? He spent all his time with other people like he did, girls giggling and making funny faces with him in every photograph clicked, guys joking around and so on. My dressing up made no difference. Was it right to express my feelings to him when in return he hinted nothing? I stopped thinking and took a few tequila shots which let me tell you, wasn’t a great idea. I wasn’t in control of myself and I kept hoping that Harry was eyeing me like I was eyeing him. Aesha calmed me and took me off the dance floor and gave me something to eat.

“Here, give it to me,” Harry took the plate from my hand. “Open your mouth?” I opened my mouth wide and took a bite. I couldn’t eat much, my head was all over the place. “How much did you drink, god!” Harry said, irritation in his voice. “Get up, we are going home. C’mon get up!” He pulled me and we all went home. So, it was great.

Although, I can’t say much about this morning. Harry looked pissed. He was banging doors in the kitchen while I sat on the table drinking lemon water. I had called Aesha and she told me that I was too out to go back home and Harry put me to bed. She made kissy faces in the end but, I could feel it wasn’t going to be positive. I was in his T-shirt and boxers, sipping from the glass, making no noise.

“Eat this,” Harry almost banged the plate on the table and went to his room. I gulped looking around, shaking a bit and started eating the eggs he had made. He walked out after some time with his clothes changed. I kept eating my food and kept my eyes of him. “How’s your head?” He asked. I gave him the “it’s all fine’” look. “What was the need of drinking so much?” He said, his voice showcasing disgust and annoyance. I got up to keep my plate in the kitchen. “You were all over the place!”

“What’s your problem? You like all that stuff…” I said quietly.

“Yeah, you know what I like,” He laughed sarcastically. I stood in front of him with my arms folded. He was fine when any other girl drank and danced on the floor. He was into them. And, now he has a problem?

“What? Don’t you?” I asked.

“Oh please, Brook. You’re different and they’re different.”

“How?” I was angry now.

“They aren’t like you.” He laughed, the disgusted laugh. “You were practically dressed like a slut, yesterday and then, were whoring around…” And, I slapped him. He looked at me, shocked and red. I turned my bacl, my eyes wide, in shock of what I’ve done. I ran to the room – whoring around? I danced with people I knew! I danced with my friends! They’re were people dressed more provocatively than I, and he was around them the entire night and, I am the slut? For having a little drink and dancing with my friends? I had tears flowing out of my eyes as I heard Harry bang a door outside.

I quickly changed into my last night dress and looked at myself in the mirror. No way was this dress sluttish in anyway. It was a bit different from my style but, did I look like a whore? No. If he has a problem with this, he should have a problem with everyone! With Aesha, who he complimented last night! I made the bed and fixed the room, realizing that he probably really hates me. I folded his clothes and placed them on the bed. I mean, there were signs. The constant making fun of me, not paying attention, teasing me, I took it the wrong way. He doesn’t like me, he detests me. I wiped my tears and walked out of the room. Harry has his head between his hands and was sitting on the dining table. His hair was in a bun and his head down. I walked past the Christmas tree which held all the gifts around it but, quickly turned and bent down to pick up mine. I threw it in the burning fire in the room and watched it burn, tears running down my eyes again and then, walked to the door.

“Let me leave you,” Harry said, taking his keys off the shelf. His face was wet and his eyes were red.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I said, banging the door shut before he could walk out.

I walked down the path back to my house. It was right next to him but, a bit far because our houses were huge. I didn’t expect him to follow me out and he didn’t. I entered my house, locking the door behind me. I lived alone. My family was out on a holiday so, I knew this Christmas was going to be spent alone.

Harry’s Point of View

I was a few days later after Christmas, I saw a type of file burning behind the fire. I took it out, not much remaining of it. It was a scrapbook. I opened what was left of it. There were pictures on each place. Of Brook and I, when we were kids, then a little older. I saw her name below a, now burnt message. This was her Christmas gift. Did she throw it in the fire? She refused to join us during Christmas. I knew, she’d be alone so, we went to her house. When no one answered, I took out the key she hid near the bushes and, found the house empty. She later informed Aesha that, she was out but, didn’t give any details. I was worried now. I knew what I said was wrong. Did I hurt her this bad?

Brook’s Point Of View

I skipped New Years too, not wanting to be around Harry and, I knew that wasn’t going to be possible because we had the same friends, I stayed away. I went to my old house and stayed there for a bit. It was different being alone, kind of peaceful. I saw Harry sitting on my doorstep when, I came back.

“I…I came to check…if your we-were back,” He explained. I had my poker face on, while his nose was red and his eyes watery. When I didn’t respond, he continued, “I saw your gift…it was bit burnt…why did you throw it?”

“It didn’t make sense for you to see it.” I shrugged. “Care to come in? It’s cold.”

We walked in and Harry shut the door behind him while, I shook out of my coat. I felt Harry come up behind me and hold my waist tightly, and then, keep his forehead on my shoulders. I stiffened as he pulled me closer. Wiping his eyes on my shoulders and then, resuming his position. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what?” I asked.

“Aesha told me…” I turned around and looked at him.

“Told you what?” I folded my arms.

“That you love me…” He whispered, looking into my eyes and then, away. “I didn’t know…”

“Nor, you would have treated me different? Not made fun of me or hate me? Cause poor Brook loves you?” I laughed. This was a joke.

“No Brook, I never…” He frowned.

“Please Harry. Cut the bullshit. Yes, I love you. Yes, I had made that elaborate scrapbook, expressing my love. Yes, I threw it away cause, I knew it wouldn’t lead to anything. Cause, you’ll laugh about it at least you would have, or just thrown it away like you did with my feelings. Do you know how expensive that dress was? I spent hours just finding the perfect dress so, that you’ll notice me once! Just once and, say I look sexy, pretty even. But, I’m just a whore for you so, why are we having this conversation. Just go,” I felt tears drop down. I had given this enough thought these past few days. It strange that I didn’t notice it before.

“You’re not. I mean, you were looking sexy, you always do. I didn’t mean it like that…” he shook his head and continues but, I cut him.

Harry’s Point Of View

“Oh stop, Harry!” She shouted. How could I make her think like that? Where did we go wrong? “Don’t pity me, now. You know, please go. I won’t trouble you anymore. Won’t cause you any embarrassment or come after you. You won’t even have to make the effort to make fun of me or anything…”

“I tease you…in good humour…in all fun…cause, that’s what we do!” I cut her. Our relationship was like that, it had always been. Did she always take it to her heart? “You’re one of my best friends. I adore you. Stop thinking like this.” I knew she didn’t hear me. She just opened the door and gestured me to leave.

“Just leave…” She shouted.

“What’s wrong with you! Why won’t you listen?” I frowned. She didn’t reply just held the door wide open. I felt defeated. I walked towards the door and held her hand, “I didn’t mean what I said that day. I swear I didn’t…”

“Go.” She pulled her hands. I shook my head and opened my satchel.

“This is for you. Please open it…” I pleaded. She took it from my hands and held the door open. I sighed and walked out and she banged the door behind me.

Brook’s Point Of View

I kept the gift on the table and went for a bath. I needed a hot shower, my head felt heavy. Nothing heals by saying sorry. Nothing. You can’t kick a person intentionally and, then say sorry. It doesn’t work like that.

I made some food for me and sat down near the fire. I looked towards the table and found Harry’s gift lying there. I sat with it and took out the gift wrap. My eyes were wide when I saw what it was. It was a scrapbook. It had all our pictures. I didn’t know he had them or even, valued them enough to keep it. In the end of it, there was a message…

I look at these pictures and see my life. I look at these pictures and thank my stars to have found you. I will forever look at these pictures and pray that I forever have you in my life. I am sorry, I hurt you. I am sorry that I am such an idiot for not realizing. But, I am your idiot and always want to be. Please forgive me and be mine? I love you too, Brook.

You know, I have had this crazy idea. What if Hendall have been going on all along this time? Like fuck Harry and his talk about he will never hide but, really? What if this is true? Anyway…it’s just an idea.



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goji1995  asked:

Oh man, Inverse Falls is even more painful than the canon story. I mean Stan's separation from Ford is heartbreaking, but the thought of Dipper spending thirty, possibly more years without Mabel... Man, that hits me hard. I mean Mabel is basically his soulmate, it's so sad to think of how much he would miss her, to think of how heartbroken and awful he'd feel without her there, and for so long too. And he'd have no way of knowing if she was even still alive. Why must I hurt myself like this?

It kills me. This whole scenario just takes my heart and tears it into tiny little pieces. Dipper would be so heartbroken and lonely and angry and guilty and tired. He’d be like a big storm cloud without Mabel’s sunshine to chase the clouds away. He’d miss her so fucking much holy shit…The hurt would never go away, no matter how much time passes. He’d never be able to shake the feeling that half of him is missing. Something important and fundamental to his life is gone and nothing and no one can stand in as its replacement. There’d just be a big gaping hole in his chest that only Mabel can fill.

When I think about this, I remember those comics people used to make of Stan during those 30 or so years contemplating suicide sometimes. It’s so easy for Dipper to get lost in negative thinking even while Mabel is there. I can only imagine what it’d be like without her there, and under circumstances like that no less…but every time he’d pull himself out of it, convince himself not to, because there’s still that one in a billion chance that if he gets this portal working she’ll still be alive and he’ll bring her back home and everything, everything he’d done to get there would all be worth it.

Dipper would never give up on Mabel. He’d never fully entertain the possibility of her being dead because to him the second he gives up on her would be the second that she dies, and he can’t–won’t–lose her for good.




When Mabel comes back, she finds evidence of that emotional struggle. Dipper got so close to giving up one time that he wrote a note rhetorically addressed to her.

Mabel accidentally stumbles across it one day. She reads the whole thing with a hand covering her mouth and tears glistening in her eyes. Droplets pepper the paper that’s now shaking in her grasp.

As soon as she enters the kitchen, Dipper looks up from whatever he’s reading at the table and takes in her silent sobs. His eyes widen in alarm. They flicker from her face to the paper she’s weakly grasping in her hand and back again, and they flood with recognition. It’s quickly followed by guilt. And pain.

He’s half-way out of his chair. “Mabel, I–”

But Mabel’s already across the room. She throws her arms around him like she’s 12 years old again, enveloping him in one of her bone-crushing hugs in seconds. Her sobs suddenly burst out of her, loud and violent.

“O-Oh my god, I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry,” Dipper stutters, trying to soothe her. “Shit, Mabel, please calm down. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal–N-Not a b-big–?! This is a suicide note, Dipper!” Mabel all about shrieks, shaking the paper behind his back. “This is a huge fucking deal!

“It’s not,” he insists, but she can hear his voice hitch the tiniest bit. “Not anymore. It’s fine. I have you.”

She sobs. “I had no idea. N-No idea, Dipper. I’m sorry.”

He rubs slow circles against her back, and she buries her face farther into his shoulder. She can’t remember the last time she was comforted like this. Held like this. Their embrace feels almost fragile, like if she lifts her head up he’ll slip through her fingers.

As if he’s thinking something the same, Dipper’s arms tighten around her.

“It’s fine, it’s okay,” he murmurs into her hair. His voice is deep. It rumbles in his chest, one of the endless things she’s still trying to get used to again.“Everything’s alright now, Mabel. Everything’s okay…”

Mabel spends the rest of the day crying about her brother and how awful he’s felt for 3 decades. 

She makes it her civic duty from then on to make sure Dipper feels happy and loved at all times, giving him hugs in the morning and surprise playful shoulder bumps that he starts returning with a warm smile. The gestures make Mabel happier too.

Little by little, the twins patch each other up.

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Baking in Space

This fic was born from @initiala posting that she didn’t know why AUs got shit on so much. I loved @nfbagelperson ‘s response - something about how she used to hate AUs but once she started reading good ones she warmed up to the idea, and now she could read about these two BAKING IN SPACE if it was well written and they were in character. And ever since i saw that I knew I had to write about these two BAKING IN SPACE. 

Disclaimer - I know nothing about the Mars program, Space, baking, or pretty much anything else discussed below. Suspend disbelief and just enjoy, please?

Days and nights flowed together. There was no concept of the passing of time.

Everything was boring

It’s not exactly the life she’d imagined when she signed up for the Mars program. But what did she have to leave behind besides the slowly dying Japanese Peace Lily her landlord had insisted on gifting her when she moved in.

But for the first time in her life, amongst a group of people who all felt as though Earth held nothing more for them, Emma felt like she was home. They were a motley group of misfits, some running for various and sundry reasons, some with lofty visions of helping to build a better life for future generations. Emma Swan definitely fell into the former category. No job hassles. No worrying over the next paycheck. No wondering if every young boy she saw was the right age to be her child.

No, here everything was set. You had your work duties, and the rest of your time was your own. And the kindred spirits aboard the vessel currently careening through space were cut from the same cloth. The “keep to yourself and we’re all going to get along just fine” cloth.

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Wagon Wheel

Summary: Anniversaries were more fun than you thought.

Originally posted by pretty-gifs

Notes: The summary makes it sound like smut, but I swear, it’s not.

Song: Wagon Wheel by Jason Manns

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Completely fluff, mentions of anxiety.

Day 5 of the Countdown to Halloween Collab. (Prompt: Flannel + Hayrides)

And my entry for @i-like-your-assbutt ’s Covers With Friends Writing Challenge. My chosen song was ‘Wagon Wheel’.

It had been almost a year since you and Sam had first gotten together, the leaves beginning to fall from the trees being a constant reminder. Not that you minded, of course. Autumn was your favorite time of the year. It brought happy memories to the surface, most of them being yours and Sam’s firsts. First time you felt butterflies around him, first kiss, first… well, let’s just say you both enjoyed yourselves immensely.

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