cause i need that like i need air


Summary: you and Hayes break up.

Requested: yep

Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long. I’ve been going through a lot and I’m going to start writing again. Because in a WEEK it’ll be a whole year of OmahaSquad-Queen. I’m so excited for r and I have some special stuff planned.

I was laying on my bed, scrolling through Instagram when I came across a picture of Hayes.

It was him with his arm thrown around some girls shoulder while half her body is pressed against him. I roll my eyes at the unnecessary sight in front of me. The caption was “this girl is my favorite😍❤”

Me and Hayes broke up about a few weeks ago. I broke up with him because he wasn’t acting right. He never texted me first and when I finally texted him he only answered half the time. He quit stopping by my apartment after he ran his errands. He didn’t invite me over anymore. If I didn’t ask him if he wanted to do something with me for a date, he wouldn’t have even contacted me.

I confronted him and he just said there was absolutely nothing wrong. So I let it go, but after about a week I couldn’t take anymore. I told him I couldn’t handle him and this new attitude and he just kinda shrugged it off.

So now he’s out, doing Hayes Grier things and posting pictures with girls 24/7. I can’t stand when he tries to make me jealous.

I decide to screen shot a few of the pictures from his Instagram.

I go to my messages and text him.

Y/n: really Hayes?
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Y:quit being childish, i just want to have a calm mature conversation.

H:fine what do you want?

Y: quit playing games with my feelings

H:I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you sound crazy. We’ve been broken up for almost a month… let me go.

Y: are you really getting an attitude with me?? And you’re just gonna deny everything?? How typical. I’m just saying this whole posting pics of you and hot girls so that you seem happy cause you’re single is killing me. I know you’re not actually happy Hayes. I know you. And in that interview you did about Top Grier… “sometimes people slip through your fingers and you realize you need them like you need air. So its crucial that you keep what you love close. Girlfriends weren’t meant to be neglected” what the fuck. How am I not supposed to feel some type of way???

H: what your point?

Y:my point, is that you can’t just act like you want to spend all your time with me and you want to do nothing but cherish me and hold me and love me. You can’t do that because just a month ago you couldn’t even send a text or even answer one. So my point is, in order to clear everything up, I need you to tell me what you want. From me, from us, from our relationship, what do you want?

H: I want you back. I want us back. I was an asshole and I’m sorry. I was stressed and didn’t know how to cope. It’s just, Nash and Taylor are so perfect and it was pissing me off, I felt like I couldn’t be as good a boyfriend as Nash was and I felt like shit. I’m really sorry princess… will you come over?

Y:yea, I’ll come over. I love you Benjamin.

H:I don’t know him…

Y:yeaaaaa okayyyyy

I laughed and grabbed the duffel bag I always use when I go over to Hayes’s house. I pack and head over to his house.

Once I get there I knock on the door nervous. What if he acts the same way he used to? What if he breaks my heart again?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open and there stand Hayes. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and some slides, his hair was a mess and his eyes looked dull.

When he realized it was me, his eyes lit up to the blue I’ve always known. I immediately run into his arms and hug him as tight as possible. It’s feels great because his bare skin is warm and soft.

“I’ve missed you so much” I cry into his chest.

“I know baby. And I’m never very leaving again. Ever” he kisses my head as we sway back and forth before he picks up and carries me to his room.

We lay down and talk about how much we missed eachother and how much we love eachother.

“Hayes? Promise me you’ll never act like that again. Please don’t push me away.” I say falling into his ocean eyes.

“I promise y/n” He swears before kissing me.

anonymous asked:

how do you know if you matter to an air sign if they're friends with everyone

I just literally made a post about this omg!

See the thing with air signs is that they do see every one as equal, including partners, parents, kids and so on. They are created to treat everyone as an equal instead of seeing someone above or below someone. Also the fact they are air sign makes them automatically have a distance in their relationships whether platonic or not. Sometimes because they are afraid of opening up and trusting people, sometimes because they themselves want the distant or space or they are still underdeveloped and don’t want that intimacy yet.

Air signs are the social signs, they are for every one and not just you. You can’t make an air sign belong to you only cause they won’t, they are about people in general.

I think an air sign will see you as special when you don’t ask or request or demand emotional ties or commitment, when you don’t they automatically will be loyal to you. See the thing about air signs, as long you let them be they will become more attached to you cause they realize you are different from others. And I say this as an air sign. Most of my friendships that demanded emotional connection and focus I let go of them cause honestly while they have the right to ask about how they want to be treated or loved, I am not obligated to give them that type of love especially if it burdens and exhaustes me. They need someone else to give them what they want just like I need someone else to give me what I want.

My best friend does that, she provides me with the type of love and friendship that I want and because of that I love her deeply and I crave her presence and all of this happened because she never demanded anything from me or pressured me to behave or be in a certain way.

The more you let air signs be, the more they will comeback to you but if you force your way, demand too much they will fly away and leave.

Rain kissed

Requested by: anonymous 


#57 from the prompt list that I re-blogged 

Your Pov: 

It was a Friday afternoon. Josh and I were driving down the highway. We were going on a mini vacation to the beach for the weekend. We have been in the car for about 2 hours now and I was getting bored. It was about 4:30 and we still had another hour to go. For the first hour and a half Josh and I talked the whole time. For the second hour we listened to music. I was getting bored of listening to music so I decided to look out the window. Who knows, maybe I’ll see something interesting. 

My thoughts were interrupted by rain drops splattering on the windshield and road. 

“I love it when it rains.” Josh said. 

I nodded my head agreeing with him. “Me too.” 

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Both of us just thinking. As I was thinking I looked out the window and saw a beautiful meadow. I suddenly had an idea, that hopefully Josh would agree too. 

“Pull the car over.” I commanded Josh. 

Josh turned his head and looked at me like I was crazy. 

“W-what? Pull the car over are you crazy!” He exclaimed.  

“Pull the car over NOW.” I said this time more forcefully. I needed him to pull the car over now before we had passed the meadow and couldn’t do my idea. 

“Alright, fine jeez women.” He muttered under his breath while pulling the car off to the side of the road. 

Once the car was parked I unlocked the door and started to make my way towards the meadow. As I was walking I heard Josh opening his door. 

“Babe!” He shouted while closing the door. “What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Follow me if you want to find out!” I shouted back at him smirking. I heard him sigh. 

I finally made it to the meadow. It was beautiful. The flowers were shades of purple and yellow. It was simply breathtaking. 

“Babe why are we out here? It’s raining.” Josh told me. 

I turned around to face him. 

“Dance with me.” I simply stated. Josh just stared. He looked at me like I was crazy. Which I probably was at this point but I didn’t care. 

“Why?” He asked puzzled. 

“Because I want to and plus it’s pretty.” I told him honestly. 

He laughed and I joined in. Once we were done laughing he grabbed my hand and we started dancing. It was peaceful and for the first time in my life I was content. I had everything that I needed. 

After a few minutes of Josh and I leaned in and kissed him. When we pulled apart we were both smiling. We stayed smiling at each other for a couple of minutes before it started to pour. 

Josh started to walk back to the car but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back for another kiss. It was like one of the kisses in the movies. Where the couple kisses in the pouring rain. 

We pulled away for a while cause we both needed air. It was silent for a couple of seconds before Josh decided to speak up. We were both soaking wet at this point. 

“Your crazy ya know that.” He started. “We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.” He ended with a laugh. 

I shrugged. 

“You know what they say.” I told him. “The best people are crazy.” 

A/N: Here it is! I’m so sorry it’s late! I hope the person that requested this likes it. The other Josh blurbs I’m going to post tomorrow. I decided to combine them because they were similar so I hope that’s okay! Have a great day/night wherever you are!    

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  Oral Smut (female receiving), talks of being caught in sexual acts by in-laws, NSFW Gifs below the cut.

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of views…You think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  So, this is my first attempt at smut, so please be gentle with me.  LOL!  Please let me know how I did.

DISCLAIMER:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.

(Gifs are not mine)

The Talk 1.1

As soon as I took my final bow for the evening, I quickly ran off the stage and right into my husband’s embrace.  He had just given me the best surprise of a lifetime.   “Oh my God, baby.  I can’t believe you’re here.“  When I pulled back, I reached out and playfully slapped him across his chest. “Why didn’t tell me you were coming?”

“Ouch.”  His green eyes stared at me wide eyed, as he grabbed his chest where my hand had landed.  "Well, I was trying to surprise my wife.  I didn’t know that I was going to get beat up in the process.“

“I’m sorry, honey.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.  Standing on my tiptoes, I captured his lips in a kiss.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” He said placing a kiss on my nose, and I giggled.  

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anonymous asked:

What about mermaid iwa stalks his cute fem human S/O who either always sails out to study the ocean or surfs (who doesn't ever notice him)... One day there is a storm and something happens to the her and he tries to save her but doesn't realize she needs air to live and ends up dragging her into the water further... you can make it angsty where she dies or not I don't care you can pick lol you have a nice blog btw😄


Like, this is everything I need and want in life. I would kill a man to get mermaid Iwaizumi. And I’m so MAD cause I was just at Barnes and Nobles and came SO CLOSE to buying a lore book on Mermaids! It had EVERYTHING and I didn’t get it! (I got the one on Faeries instead!)

But I hope you enjoy, Anon, cause I certainly know I did!

She was fascinating. Had been from the first time he had laid eyes on her. She wasn’t like him, she was the first ‘human’ he had ever seen. And despite multiple warnings and cautions from his friend - and constant tales from other oceans - Iwaizumi kept coming back to take a closer look at her. Because she was like him. Yet she wasn’t like him at all.

He always found her in the same spots. Either she was seated on top of a ‘board’ - a word he had heard her use continuously - her body buoyant above the waters surface as she waited patiently, her fingers stroking over the water. Many times he had wanted to approach closer, reach his hand out to mimic her motion from under the water. But he kept himself at a safe distance, close enough to observe but never to interact. Many times he had found her on top of a boat as well, sailing further out into the ocean’s waters. He’d follow, a wide smile on his face as he glided along the wake she created, jumping occasionally to catch sight of her pulling at some rope or other. 

And he loved every minute he spent with her. Even if she never saw him. Even if she never noticed him swimming along next to her with each and every wave she caught, sharing the smile and thrilled laugh of the experience, he loved it.

Oikawa knew. Iwaizumi knew he did. His friend never stopped him, but he always gave his small hints of warnings. And he knew the stories, the devastating events that spread through the oceans of merfolk that had gotten too close to humans. Most didn’t make it back - fear and misunderstanding leading to their deaths by the savagery that was man’s nature.

She was different though, he knew it. He knew it by the way she coasted across the water’s surface. He knew it by the way dolphins approached circled her, their trust of the space she was in was enough for him to know she was.

It was everything about her that sent him rushing forward through the water when he witnessed her sinking into the rough currents the storm above was creating. This was different from every other time he had seen her crash into the depth before. She was still, body allowing the currents to take her wherever they wanted, limbs thrashing desperately. His own reached for her, it was the closest he ever was to her, his hands taking her around the waist. He felt the current pull him for a moment, a small grunt left him as he regained his bearings to pull them both from it’s strong grasp. The feel of nails on his back and catching the his fin there made him wince, his hold tightening on her despite her body fighting against his hold.

Once he had managed to get them clear of any rough waters, he turned to look at her face, his heart instantly freezing in his chest. A wild, panicked look took over her eyes, her hands desperately clawing up towards the surface he had pulled her away from. Air bubbles were pulled from her mouth as a new surge of panic filled Iwaizumi, his hands rising to cup her jaw delicately, brain surging for a solution to this sudden problem.

Body moving instinctively, he leaned forward, his mouth pressing tightly against her own. In that moment, he felt her chest fill with air, the action making her body press against his own. The touch sent a jolt into his heart and he allowed himself to enjoy it for as long as possible. Parting, their eyes met and he saw the wonder slowly take over her expression, taking in every part of him that was entirely foreign to her. He watched, returning her stare with just as much wonder, this being the closest he would ever find himself to her. When her hand rose to her throat, he leaned forward once again, their lips touching to allow her another breath, his tail flicking when he took hold of her again bringing them closer to the surface.

Their heads broke the surface together, a large breath filling her lungs as soon as they did. Her eyes were to him again, her fingers brushing over the skin of his arms that held her, pausing when they hit scales. He watched her open her mouth to speak and he quickly pulled her though the waves, instead hearing the shock of her gasp instead of whatever she was planning on saying to him. He kept moving until she was able to touch down her feet to the soft sand. Releasing her when she was able to stand, he pushed himself back, creating that distance he had always placed between them once again. But he stayed, watching her and she watched back.

“What’s your name?” she questioned, the sound of her voice so soft in comparison to how he was used to hearing out while she was out on the water alone.

With his heart jolting at being addressed by her, he approached slowly, his own lips parting. “Hajime,” he answered after another moment of silence. He wanted more; more interaction. Never had his heart beat so wildly against his chest and he didn’t want it to go away just yet. But there was a tug at the end of his fin, his gaze falling to see Oikawa beckoning him back to the world he belonged to. Giving one last look to the woman he had just saved, he turned, ignoring anything from her lips as he dove below the surface, following his friend silently.

Neither of them would speak of this incident, the silent warnings coming through. But he would continue to watch her, witness her scanning the surface of the water for him. And maybe one day when the water was calm, he would approach her again to hear those lips speak his name.


[Intro: G-Eazy]
G, Bebe I got you

[Verse 1]
Friends come and go, friends come and go
Go like the seasons
I never know, I never know
What to believe in
And It’s getting old, it’s getting old
But no hard feelings
‘Cause friends come and go, friends come and go
Without a reason
And I, I’ve been in L.A. for way too long
Can’t get this air inside my lungs
It feels like I’m suffocatin’ from
All the lack of the realness here
[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Is there anybody real out here?
Got my middle middle up
While I’m singing

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
I’ve had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
And lately I’ve been dealin’ with mad stress
Comes with the territory of a Hollywood address
Is anybody real here, I need some fact checks
I need more realness, need you to act less
'Cause they deserve Oscars, so many imposters
What’s up with guest lists, can I come to your concerts?
We all got demons, I’m dealin’ with monsters
But at the same time I know I’m blessed to be here
So let’s just be clear, how many kids wish they had this spot
Be careful with the people you meet here, I’m sayin’
Uh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & (G-Eazy)]
Is there anybody real out here? (G)
Got my middle middle up
While I’m singing (Uh)

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
I’ve had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
(We don’t need 'em)

And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
Say it to my face, don’t pretend
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
Say it to my face, don’t pretend
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Is there anybody real out here?
Got my middle middle up
While I’m singing

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
I’ve had it up to the ceiling
Fuck fake friends, we don’t need 'em
Only thing they’re good for is leaving
And I ain’t got the time, money on my mind
I’ll say it to your face, fuck fake friends

I can’t sleep ‘cause she’s kissing your bloodstained lips and it’s not perfect. she holds you far from her heart, she doesn’t care if your lungs forget they no longer need air to survive, she doesn’t care that I need you to survive.

I can’t sleep because she kisses like a spring rain when you’re in love with the clash of lightning, the roll of thunder.

I wonder if she knows-

she’s loving you wrong, baby.

—  (was she worth it) // saphael
Til the End Draws Near-- Part III

Originally posted by westallenolicitygifs

read part I  part II


Oliver stood frozen, watching as Evelyn slipped away. He didn’t know how long, for his thoughts wouldn’t stop. All the potential possibilities of what was currently happening to Felicity, to the love of his life, flitted in and out. She was hurt, vulnerable, and he wasn’t there to protect her. 

He’d promised to protect her– always. That first day, when Diggle had questioned bringing her in to his crusade, he’d swore with all the vehemence he could must that he could protect her. 

And he had. From the Count, from Slade, from Ra’s, and from Darhk. He’d had shielded her at any point when she was in physical danger. 

But not from he. He couldn’t save her from his mistakes or his failings. 

He couldn’t rescue her from her own darkness, delving in deep to an agency with double standards, with rule breaking and the risk of detriment to her own soul. He could’ve prevented that. 

He couldn’t keep her from Prometheus. Because that was sure as day who was behind this. Not Helix like Felicity thought. Evelyn’s  appearance made that very clear. 

He would kill Adrian for this. 

Despite knowing that was exactly what he wanted. 

“What the hell happened in here?” 

Rene’s voice broke through the grey cloud of emotion. Instead of making an appearance in the main room, he crossed over to a work bench, pushing it aside. Using his fingernail, Oliver pried open a hidden panel, one that only him and Felicity knew was there. 

Typing in the 16 digit code, a door hissed open. 

Inside the small room were three things.  One was a desk with one moniter and rolling chair. This was set up to an entire different set up, just incase the main bunker computers were hacked. It was still hooked up to the same electricity, so if the bunker was entire shut down like it was earlier, the computer was useless. 

Just beyond the desk lay his old ducati. It was beat-up, dented, rusty, probably needed a good oiling, but had two tires and had seen battle. Despite Felicity yelling that his motorcycle was going to be anywhere near her backup computers, he needed contingencies in place for events like this. A spare quiver and bow hung from the handle bars. 

And over in the corner, just barely visible, with a sheet draped over it, the light reflecting of the metal was Felicity’s wheelchair. 

Oliver made his way there first,  ripping off the cover spraying dust everywhere. 

“Yeesh man!” Oliver looked over his shoulder to find Rene and Curtis hanging in the doorway. “What the hell happened to the lair.”

Oliver ignored him, brushing off the remaining dust from the seat, before picking it up, intending to tote it out the door. 

“The better question is, what are you doing with Felicity’s wheelchair?” Curtis eyed him, stepping out of Oliver’s way and pulling Rene with him. 

“Shit. You mean that was Blondie’s chair? You mean she actually used that thing?”

“Don’t call her Blondie. And yes. It’s a long story though which going by Oliver’s face, we don’t have time for.”

Oliver placed it by his damaged bike, then went back for his trusty one. 

“Where’s John?” He asked, tension apparent in his voice. 

“I”m here, Oliver. What’s going–”

“Prometheus has Felicity and I’m going after him.” Why were they all standing there? They needed to move, now. 

“What happened?”

“We don’t have time! I need to–”

Diggle broke over him.“Oliver listen to me. You can’t just go out there without a plan.” 

“Felicity needs me. I can’t just sit here and do–”

“You’re no good to her dead!” Diggle bit back, stunning Oliver for a second.

“Prometheus doesn’t want to kill me, you know this. I won’t be in any danger.”

“Not from him, no but from your own stupidity. How idiotic would it be to go out there, distracted and die in a car crash!? Come on, Oliver, think! We need a plan to find Felicity, or she’s suffer more for it.”  Oliver took a breath, seeing the logic from John, but hating it all the same. He needed to move, needed to find her, needed her to still be alive. And only checking for himself would solve that problem. 

“Alright. Start over. What happened here?” 

Oliver ground his jaw, holding tight to his impatience. “Something happened to Felicity’s chip, she can no longer walk. The entire lair was then shut down, including electricity and ventilation,” gasps came from Curtis, he understood what that meant, “and so I took her down to the living quarters. I was hit on the back of the head. When I came to, she was gone, but the Lair was trashed, and Evelyn was here. She deliver a warning, and left. that’s it.” 

Diggle’s jaw tightened and he started pacing, puffing out air.  “Oh my god.” 

“Why would he take Felicity?”

Oliver looked at Curtis, he couldn’t believe that he didn’t see it. “Because Prometheus wants me to suffer.” 

“I know that. But what if he needs her for a reason. Like hacking?” 

“or just revenge. She did reveal who he really was and ruin his cover.” Rene suggested. 

“I think it’s more than that. He needs Felicity cause he could’ve taken any one of else and done the same thing.”

Suddenly, Oliver saw the picture more clear. “Prometheus wants Helix. He wants to know how she was able to expose him. I know it.  Curtis. Do you think you’ll be able to find Helix?” 

“Of course.” 

“Then do it. Rene, search the lair for clues, anything that might help us. Diggle, call Lyla. We need ARGUS’s help for this.” 

Oliver grabbed his bike, strapping on the quiver. 

“What are you doing, Oliver?” 

Oliver turned around. “Doing what Mayor Queen does best. Holding a press conference.” 

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“Be Careful What You Wish For” - Boner’s 1k Writing Challenge

Here is my submission for @grab-my-boner‘s writing challenge!! Congrats on 1k followers, chica - you deserve it and are royally fucking awesome. It’s an honor to be a part of the celebration.

Song Slot: “Oh No” by Bring Me the Horizon

Characters: Negan x reader

Heads up: none - just fluff :)

Words in italics are song lyrics.

Pulling your lips away from Simon’s was proving to be even more difficult than expected, and it wasn’t getting any easier with each passing minute. You stood, hand on the doorknob, intending to leave – and yet unable to turn and make your exit despite being fully aware that you shouldn’t be there and didn’t entirely want to be there.

Your back was pressed against the wall as Simon’s hands were planted just above your shoulders, the rippling muscles in his arms and torso profoundly defined in the low light. His recently donned boxers hung low on his hips, almost begging you to remove them again. You pried yourself away from him and whispered roughly against his lips.

“Simon, you know… fuck, you know I can’t stay.”

He smiled with an air of frustration, roughly slamming his lips against yours one more time before gruffly murmuring, “I know, baby… I know. Get back safe. Same time tomorrow?”

You forced a smile and whispered, “Of course.”

Who you trying to fool, you know you’re in over your head.

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The Lightning Thief Act 1 Lyric Starters
  • “The gods are real, like the Greek gods, like the ones you learned about but weren’t paying attention to.”
  • “The gods have godly things to do, godly places they need to see, godly plans they need to make that don’t include me.”
  • “Yeah, the Gods are real and they have kids, and those kids have issues.”
  • “Daddy doesn’t love me and mommy is a god.”
  • “Daddy is too busy being a god.”
  • “You never listen to me. Now, you’re gonna listen ‘cause it’s time you heard our side of the story.”
  • “Look, I didn’t wanna be a half-blood.”
  • “Being a half-blood, it’s scary. It mostly gets you killed in very nasty ways.”
  • “Maybe you don’t know what a half-blood is because your life is normal and happy and not constantly in danger, but my life?” she/he/they snorted.
  • “Is it me or is Greek mythology not deeply weird?”
  • “Umm… I didn’t know what just had happened, Was that all a creepy, crazy dream?”
  • “But it wasn’t my fault, it was _______! S/he lured me away, s/he attacked me, and… you saw it!”
  • “Perhaps it’s for the best. This wasn’t the place for you, it was only a matter of time before–”
  • “You think I’m trouble just like everyone else.”
  • “I can only accept the best from you, Percy. Someday you’ll understand why. I’m truly sorry.”
  • “Stick around and maybe you’ll learn from me.”
  • “Who cares? We’re better off without him.”
  • “______, s/he didn’t have a choice. S/he wanted to meet you, and s/he warned me that things might be hard if you were like him/her.”
  • “Sorry, ______. If I was only… normal.”
  • “Normal is a myth. Everyone has issues they’re dealing with.”
  • “The things that make you different are the very things that make you strong.”
  • “Just hang on, ______. One day you’ll find you’ll leave that boring little life behind.”
  • “You’re the one it’s after, ______. I love you so much. On three: one, two, run!”
  • “Is this real? Am I dead or am I dreaming?”
  • “What belongs to the sea can always return to the sea.”
  • Is she real? I must be dreaming, she’s floating close to me like an angel or it’s seeming. This is weird, but a good weird, they thought though their half-asleep haze. I’ve never seen a face as beautiful as–
  • “You drool when your sleep.”
  • “Oh, you’re alive. I suppose that’s good news for you, but it means a lot more paperwork for me. So don’t expect me to be happy to see you. Of course, being alive is temporary. So, maybe if I go away and play _______ for an hour, things might improve.”
  • “Just another terrible day at __________, where everything’s the worst.”
  • “Now that you blessed us go talk to _______ before I take a knife to my head and start stabbing!”
  • “You can hate here, BUT I HATED IT FIRST.”
  • “Grover said s/he fought bravely, but a mortal woman/man against a minotaur…”
  • “It wasn’t a dream? She’s really gone?”
  • “Well, it’s my fault! She was trying to protect me.”
  • “You mustn’t blame yourself.”
  • “You say the gods are real? So, how could they let that happen?”
  • “I’m afraid there are some questions only the gods themselves can answer.”
  • “So if my dad/mom’s a god, I’d like to know which one. S/he’s got a lot to answer for.”
  • “It could be… that is to say, the prophecies suggest… But, that’s impossible. See you at dinner, ______.”
  • “I have a special job for you. Go to the boys’/girls’ bathroom and stay there. It’s your first day, we don’t want you messing this up.”
  • “Heard you were tough. But you don’t look it.”
  • “Maybe the ________ died from a case of laughing too hard from seeing your stupid face.”
  • “You got some issue with me, it’s pretty clear.”
  • “Come on, grab some ambrosia, and let the nectar flow.”
  • “Oh, things couldn’t be worse when your parents run the universe.”
  • “When your dad’s a god, life can be tough. I met the guy once, and once was enough.”
  • “Oh, we’re all friends here. Come on, give it a shot.”
  • “A lot of half-bloods never know their godly parent.”
  • “So my dad is some god, that’s great I guess. Too bad he’s the worst, and my life is a mess.”
  • “I hope he shows even a trace cause I got some choice words to throw in his face!”
  • “I don’t care where our parents may be, as long as you are here with me.”
  • “Approach, child. I am the spirit of Delphi, the speaker of the prophecies of Thebes Apollo. Approach, and face your destiny.”
  • “You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend… and you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.”
  • “Everything I ever do is wrong; never find where I belong!”
  • “Don’t act up, don’t act out, be strong.”
  • “I keep my head down, I keep my chin up. But it ends up all the same, with, ‘Pack your bags, _____, you’re always to blame!’”
  • “I never tried to do anything, I never mean to hurt anyone! I swear– I swear that I’m a good kid!”
  • “But no one ever will take my side, all I ever do is take the fall!”
  • “I swear that I’m a good kid! … Yes, I’m good for nothing at all.”
  • “_____, was a world class jerk dad, was never there.”
  • “The only family that really mattered? Well, she/he/they vanished into the air.”
  • “And now I finally find a haven, someplace safe, where I can stay, 'till it’s, ‘Pack your bags, ______. Now go away!’”
  • “No one ever tells me that they’re proud. No one ever asks me, ‘______, how’d you like to come round and stay?’”
  • “I swear I never stole anything…”
  • “I swear that I’m a good kid… A good kid, who’s had a bad run.”
  • “All I need is one last chance… to prove I’m good enough for someone.”
  • “Yeah, I’ll do it, not cause my dad needs me. He’s been less of a dad, and more absentee. But if my mom’s alive, that’s where she’s bound to be.”
  • “Hades took ______, I’m taking her/him/them back. So what if no one’s come back from the Underworld? I’ll be the first.”
  • “_______, I can’t ask you to come.”
  • “You’re my best friend, dude, so don’t get mad: but I suspect you’ll need protecting when things get bad.”
  • “This kicking quest may be the best chance I’ve had to put my past behind me.”
  • “You need me too, ______. If you’re going to save the world, I’m the best person to keep you from messing up.”

Act 2


Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Final Part

A Jungkook scenario in which he was your best friend, but now his enemy, Oh Sehun, is giving him a run for his money in that category. And you have had enough. 

Genre: Angst


“Follow me” he whispered, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you to follow him. You took uneasy steps as he wound his way through the remains of the crowd. As the last of the students dissipated and serene silence fell upon the courtyard, he pulled you below your meeting point at the oak tree. He turned towards you, playing with the hem of his shirt and biting his bottom lip. Although this was a side of him you had never seen, you could tell he was nervous. To break some of the tension, you opened your mouth to speak, but jungkook beat you to it. 

 "I’m in love with you “ 

 Your breathe caught in your throat. A swirl of thoughts racked your brain as you processed what he said. After flipping through all your feelings mentally, you decided to show disbelief laced with irritation. 

 "Jeon Jungkook, do you think you are funny? Is this your twisted excuse of a way to get me to talk to you.” You huffed, turning on your heel and walk away. 

“Wait!” He exclaimed, grabbing lightly onto your wrist once more. His grip was loose and you could have easily pulled away if you had wanted to, but a small peak of curiosity peaked at the fore front of your mind, beckoning you to see what more he had to say. 

 "What now?“ You turned to him, annoyance on your face as you waited for him to speak. 

 "Let me prove it to you. Let me prove that I mean what I say.” He said speaking to you but looking at something behind you. You didn’t think much of it, passing it off as him not wanting to look you in the eye. 

 "What could you possibly do to convince me that your confession is real?“ 


 The grip he had on your wrist tightened as he pulled you forward, closing the distance between you. Before you could properly process what was happening, his lips were on yours. This moment wasn’t exactly how you imagined, but the kiss exceeded your expectations. You were torn, you had loved him for so long, had wanted to be his one and only for as long as you could remember, but now that you were finding happiness elsewhere, he wanted you in the way you wanted him. You wanted to kiss him back, pull him closer to you and never let go, but the rational part of you decided that you couldn’t let yourself go down that road. You had suffered enough because of him, you didn’t want to cry over him anymore. You had placed your hands on his chest, ready to push him away, but he was pulled away from you. You turned just in time to see Sehun punching jungkook in the face, knocking him backwards. 

 "Get the fuck away from my girlfriend.” Sehun seethed. Jungkook composed himself, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip. Faster than you could blink, jungkook attempted to punch Sehun back, but he had moved just enough that the blow missed his mouth and caught his brow. Sehun straightened up, fists at his side ready to fight jungkook. 

 "Stop “ you screamed out in to the quiet of the courtyard, slicing through the tense atmosphere and momentarily stunning the boys in their brawl. "Just stop it already. There is no need to fight ok? Jungkook ” you started, turning to your once best friend, “I spent so many years loving you, just waiting for you to love me back. I made it so obvious that I had feelings for you, but you were to busy thinking with your dick that you never noticed how much you were hurting me by fucking a new girl every other day. But of course I loved you so I still helped you out when you needed it, even if it meant causing trouble for me." 

 Jungkook looked down at his feet, his hands were now in his pockets, and the tense air seemed to be become lighter. Sehun stood to the side just smirking as he was scolded by you. But you weren’t done yet, and Jungkook wasn’t your only target. 

 "And as for you Sehun, you never once asked me to be yours directly, so you need to stop calling me your girlfriend. For all I know, you are just pretending to be nice to me and pretending to like me so you can get back at Jungkook for screwing your sister and your girlfriend in the same week! While I am so grateful to you for helping me out and extending the warmth of your home to me, I can’t accept it. I can’t accept either one of you. Not until i know you are being genuine with your words. I’m sorry, but I refuse to let myself be hurt anymore." 

 You left and walked away from them, walked away from the trouble they were causing you, and walked away from any sources of unhappiness. The both of them called out to you, trying to stop you, but you just picked up your pace, eventually reaching a full sprint as you left the school. 

 2 years later 

 You were on the way to school, all ready to start your sophomore year of college, and you couldn’t be happier. The sun sun was shining, birds were singing, and everything was perfect. After what happened in the courtyard that day a couple years ago, you had ran home. Of course your father had tried yelling at you, but you were so over it that you fought back. Luckily he laid back enough for you to grab your important items and leave. 

You hopped on the nearest bus and took it wherever it went. As fate would have it, you took you to the neighborhood of your aunt on your mothers side. The one who stopped talking to your parents because they always wanted money. She was surprised to see you, even more surprised that you remembered her house, but she took you in with open arms none the less. You transferred school and graduated with no problems. Jungkook and Sehun were a thing of your past. You were finally on your way to becoming a social worker, and nothing was going to stop you.


A/N: This will be the final part of the Extrication series. I have lost all motivation to keep writing the story, so here is what I had written before writers block kicked in. I apologize for it having an abrupt end that no one wanted. Please forgive me. bring on the hate mail

Originally posted by sugutie

and you're hoping that it goes right

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: he really was running out of time.

words: 1,390

warnings: angst!, smoking, mentions of alcohol, like… two swear words

a/n: ugh, i am really not satisfied with this one. but i spent way too much time writing it, so i may as well post it. also my grammar is a mess, i’m sorry. anyway, this song helped a bit. enjoy.

The sun was just about to rise and grace the horizon line with its warm light when that familiar feeling filled your chest. You never wondered how to describe it, you couldn’t name it and you never wanted to, you hated it with all your heart and you wished you could forget about its existence. But that was impossible. Once it settled in your mind, it could never go away. The strange thing about it was that it started torturing you at the same time another entirely different feeling found its place in your heart. It was at the same time Lin came into your life, turning your world upside down and instantly becoming the only person you cared about.

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Leonardo da Vinci (ft Salaì and Vasari) facts:

Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci:

- He was (probably) dyslexic. (He wrote his notes backwards - so you had to read from right to left, and use a mirror - which is often found in left-handed, dyslexic people. His spelling was also not that good, though that may be because he never went to a public school and was raised by his single father.)

- He, also, (probably) had ADHD. (He started projects and never finished them. Some of the things he did actually finish were incredibly details and precise, which may be due to hyperfocus. He may have found special intrests in these projects - See: flight - hence the strong focus on them.)

- He loved the concept of human flight. He spent years trying to create a machine for people to actually fly. He did actually create a flying machine, which the caption (which was written backwards, of couse), “A small model can be made of paper with a spring like metal shaft that after having been released, after having been twisted, causes the screw to spin up into the air.”

Apparently, many of his inventions were created again more recently and they didn’t work. I would not take this as fact as I need to check the source. It is just something I heard.

- There is a high chance he was gay. He never took any intrest in women; he was once charged for sodomy (though the charges were dropped, which may be because you needed strong evidence as it is a very serious crime. It was punishable by death). He, however, was very closed up when it came down to his sexual incounters, and Giorgio Vasari (someone who wrote a biography on Leonardo) did not mention his sexuality at all, which may be because he didn’t know. Honestly, I could talk for hours about his sexuality, debating it back and forth. There is no solid proof he was gay, but most historians accept it.

Salaì (aka Gian Giacomo Caprotti da Oreno)

- He was Leonardo’s assistant, and joined Leonardo when we was ten years old. He was an artist too, and was one of Leonardo’s pupils.

- Salaì is actually a nickname given by leonardo! It translates into “little Devil”, which is due to his mischevious behaviour. (It also translates to ‘the little unclean one’ but I the former to be more accurate, though the later works too)

Let’s compare Leonardo’s description and Vasari’s description of Salaì:

Vasari described Salaì as “a graceful and beautiful youth with curly hair, in which Leonardo greatly delighted” and Leonardo described him as “a liar, a thief, stubborn and a glutton”  I really feel as if this helps yoy understand their perspective of him.

- Leonardo’s nickname for him probably started as Salaì stole from Leonardo on at least five occasions, and I heard he used to gamble a lot, too. Leonardo had to put up with him for 25+ years.

- Salaì was being trained as an artist and, though he wasn’t as impressive as Leonardo, most of his work was actually quite good. He painted a piece called the Monna Vanna - a nude version of the Mona Liza. I get slightly uncomfortable if I leave that paiting up in a different tab, though, as she has no clothes on and she stares at you with this really weird facial expresion.

Feel free to ask me more about these guys. I should be getting a few more books on them, and be able to answer your questions easier.

Too Much To Drink • Tomtord

(I’m kind of nervous and embarrassed about writing a Tomtord fanfic, but whatever. Enjoy.)
Tom slowly woke up, his head pounding. He flinched with every movement, noticing he was covered in cuts and bruises. “What the hell did I do last night…” He groaned. Tom suddenly jolted up, realizing this was not his room. He turned to his side, spotting Tord, all curled up by his side. He stared at his in disbelief. ‘Oh, shit… Did we…?’ Tom pushed Tord off of the bed. “WAKE UP YOU COMMIE BASTARD.” Tom yelled. Tord shot up, and slowly stood up. “You seduced me last night, didn’t you, you little-” Tord stuck his hands up in the air. “No! Why would we… Ugh, look, it’s not what it looks like.” Tord said sternly. Tom stared at him, not believing him. But he needed some sort of explanation. “Fine. Then what DID happen.” Tom growled. Tord sighed, sitting back on the bed.
“Look, Matt and Edd where busy, and you needed to be picked up from drinking. You got into a fight or something, cause security threw you out before I even got their. So I walked over to you… and…” Tord hesitated, and stared at the ground for a few seconds. “Then you started flirting with me. I figured cause you where drunk as all hell, you didn’t know what you were doing. And then…. and then you kissed me.” Tom flinched. What the heck was his drunk self doing? Tom didn’t say anything, and just stared at the wall. Tord continued. “After that, I drove you home in silence, and then i went to bed. But then you followed after me and refused to sleep in your own bed. I was extremely tired, so I gave in and said yes, and then we fell asleep. We didn’t do anything, I swear.” Tord finished explaining. Tom just stared, his head buzzing. Tord looked down. “…But, all that flirting and the kiss… That didn’t mean anything, right?” Tord asked. Tom finally look at him, and threw his head back onto a pillow, groaning. “Tord, look… after I shot you down, I couldn’t get my mind off if you. I didn’t understand why. I hate you. Why can’t I stop thinking about you? And when you came back… with that giant scar on your face and arm… I just felt… Sorry for what I did. But despite that, I knew I shouldn’t this way. So I tried to hide it, and acted like I still hated you with a passion. But… ugh, I think I’m in love with you.” Tom covered his face. “And I had to be DRUNK to finally admit it to you, I guess.” Tord just stared at him. Tom? In… love with him? Tord didn’t know what to say. “…Tom, I…” Tord mumbled. Tom shot up. “Yeah, i’m a fucking idiot, right? I’m discusting?” Tom snarled. Tord slowly reached over and grabbed his hand, and swung his head into a kiss. Tom squeezed Tord’s hand in surprise. But he then melted into the kiss, and hugged onto him. They suddenly heard a beep and they both swung around, spotting Edd and Matt at the door way, Matt holding his phone, recording them. “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” Tom yelled, springing up from the bed. Matt ran away, while Edd stood their and laughed. “Glad you two are finally getting along.” Edd laughed. Tom ran over to the door and swung it shut. He then stared at Tord, who burst into laughter. “I still hate you, you know?” Tord said teasingly. Tom smirked. “Yeah, I hate you to.”
(Well, that was stupid. Hope you guys enjoyed it.)

terezisexbuttpyrope  asked:

Fluffy Shiro x Reader stuff? Like the reader is is v smol s/o? I need fluffies~~

I need a Shiro + s/o fluff cuddle scenario with lots of kissing and nice things like I need air pls

(I combined these two, I hope thats okay)

“What are you working on?”

The voice of your boyfriend caused you to look up from the device you had been fiddling with. Shiro stood at the entrance to your room in his armor, helmet tucked beneath his arm and head cocked to the side as he looked at you.

“Just a power source Pidge asked me to take a look at. Welcome back. How was the mission?”

“Tiring.” He set down his helmet and gave you a lopsided grin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, handsome, and we can get caught up as soon as I finish this. I promised her I’d be done by the time you got back.”

You turned back to the unit, but before you could pick up your tools you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and Shiro’s chin resting on the top of your head.

“I haven’t seen you for three days. C'mon, it can wait. I want to cuddle.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“So needy. Fine.” You turned about in his arms, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “I suppose I can spend some time with my amazing, heroic boyfriend.”

He grinned, leaning down to return your kiss before pulling back. “Shorty.”

You pouted. “Meanie. That’s not the way to act when you want to cuddle.”

Then you turned back around, picking the device back up to work on it.

“Oh, c'mon, Y/N I was just teasing. It’s cute, you know that.”

“Nope, you lost your chance.”

“Y/N, really? You’re gonna do this?”

You remained silent, stifling a laugh and bowing your head so he couldn’t see your grin.

“Oh, the silent treatment? What, are you eight?”

Still, you refused to respond, so he chose to act. Again, an arm wrapped around your waist, but this time another reached down behind your knees to sweep you up and start towards your bed. You squealed, breaking off into peals of laughter even as the power source slipped out of your hand and dropped to the table. You left it - his playful moods were few and far between these days, there was no telling how long this would last.

“Shiro-” you started, still laughing as he leaned in to nuzzle at the crook of your neck. “Ah, that tickles!”

“Don’t ignore me,” he said in a song-song voice, a smile playing on his lips. Then he dumped you into your bed, arms still around you, and pecked your nose. “I want to cuddle.”

You laughed again, reaching up and slinging your arms around his neck. “Fine. But I really need to finish after.”



A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31

Chapter 31

‘It was the dancing again…wasn’t it?’

The silence that answers you confirms that you’re right before he ever has to respond. The moment of tenderness blended with fiery passion that the two of you had shared previously, had slowly simmered down to a comfortable peace between you both as you’d settled into the sheets, and proceeded to lay quietly together for a while. However, the question had been plaguing you since you’d seen the way his smile held too much tension at the restaurant earlier that evening, his attempt at pretending everything was fine so that you could celebrate finishing your exam had been touching, but caused you to worry about him constantly until you were laid there with him in your arms, head cushioned on your chest as he listened to you breathe, and you were able to ask him outright.

You remember before when you’d gone to watch him perform and he’d been a little quiet afterwards, which at that point you’d just put down to him being tired, but each time since when he’d talked about past concerts and had casually mentioned times he’d ‘messed up’, you’d observed the subtly puzzled expression that was paired with the words, and so the moment you’d seen it flash across his face at the restaurant when you’d asked him how work was, you’d known he was drowning in his own thoughts.

And you cared too much about him to let him ever think he wasn’t the most beautiful human being- inside and out- in existence.

‘…And the singing…I think my voice cracked about 5 times.’ He whispers after a moment or two, his breath rolling against your skin causing you to shiver as you stroke his hair soothingly, the sadness in his tired voice making your chest tighten unbearably.

‘You know the fans probably didn’t notice-‘

‘They did.’ He mutters quietly, his voice only growing sadder and you gently tilt his head up so that you could look down into his eyes, only to find the beautiful brown orbs covered by his eyelids.

‘Jagi, you know that even if they noticed, it would have been because they thought it was cute that your voice cracked, or…. they were worried that you were tiring yourself out. You don’t need to worry-‘ You try to reassure him, stroking his cheek all the while, but you trail off when he slowly turns his face into your stomach with a quiet groan, before pushing himself up onto his knees on the bed, head hanging heavily.

‘But I didn’t do well enough, Y/N.’

It’s the crushing disappointment at himself that radiates from his words, and the broken tone of his voice, that has tears pricking at your eyes as you shift to sit up properly, reaching out to hold his hands tightly in your own- his tshirt that you had stolen to wear bunching up around your hips- and feeling only the slightest bit of respite from the sadness when he manages to glance up at you.

‘I’m a professional…people pay money to see us, and im meant to provide a show. But if I mess up, I ruin it for them, they might get angry at me, or at any of the others because of me, and I cant-‘

‘Jin-nie, why didn’t you tell me you felt this way about all of this?’ you ask sadly, leaning towards him to press your lips to his knuckles and staying there to hide just how upset you were to see him so crushed over something he cared about so much, proceeding to wait patiently for a response.

‘No-one ever asked before. I’m not used to openly confessing to being bad at something. Sometimes if something significantly bad has happened during a concert we’ve discussed it afterwards and I’d start talking to one of the guys, but I usually just try to cheer the others up when they feel like they’ve done something wrong…they need it more than I do-‘

‘Baby…you’re crying.’ You whisper, having looked up at him when he’d begun talking and continued to watch as his eyes had filled with tears as he’d stared into thin air, his hands gripping to your own in his need for comfort causing you to be unable to wipe away the glistening beads as they’d dampened his cheeks.

‘I’m fine.’ He murmurs quietly, his voice cracking as he quickly fixes a smile on his face and moves his gaze to yours, the look obviously being an instinctive response with the way his eyes begin to dim after he realizes what he’d said and the way your expression told him you didn’t believe the words.

You slip your hands from his as you move to shift onto your knees beside him, instantly pulling him into a hug and wrapping your arms tightly around him as he buries his face in your neck, a small sob escaping him before his exhaustion is smothered against your skin. The heavy breaths that sink into your flesh, along with the tears that wet your shoulder, cause you to slowly pull him back till the two of you were laid in the bed once more, his cries barely being audible the whole time, with only his shoulders gradually stopping shaking being the indicator that he was calming down.

‘I’m always here for you to talk to, Jin-nie…I’ll always listen, always. So, you can keep comforting and looking after the others…but just remember I’m here.’ You whisper tearfully to him, pressing a kiss first to his hair, and then brushing his fringe back to touch your lips to his forehead, feeling his arms tighten around you in silent thanks.

‘I don’t deserve you.’ He murmurs as he pulls his head timidly back from your shoulder, nuzzling your neck before he manages to catch your eye, and properly puts some distance between you both on the pillows so that his eyes could rake over your face, his mouth opening again to talk before you managed to correct him.

‘You’re like some kind of angel…some kind of beautiful, clever, adorable, compassionate…angel.’

The way he whispers the words, like he was short of breath from the site before him, and having him stare at you all the while, whilst he smoothes his hand over your hair, pausing to cup your jaw and wipe your own tears away with his thumb, has you watching him dizzily, with only one thought pounding against the walls of your skull, so insistent, that it slips from your lips.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you.’

It was like some cliché movie moment, a simultaneous, unplanned confession, but even though you spare a moment for that thought, the rest of your head and your heart was filling with the sight and feel of him and his words as they fall from his lips, your chest tightening in suffocating happiness as the two of you slowly grow smiles that stretch your lips till your heads are bending together and your foreheads are touching, the moment allowing you to close your eyes to take it in, but you’re not able to remain blind for too long without needing to see the beauty laid right in front of you.

‘Was that too cheesy?’ he whispers after a moment, his hand sliding down to your hip and pulling you closer so that you could wind your limbs around one another properly, your head finding its way to rest against his chest, the warmth of it against your cheek making your almost instantly sleepy. But you make sure to keep your eyes open long enough to peek up at him with a smile as you answer.

‘You’ll never be too cheesy for me, My Prince.’


anonymous asked:

Imagine though, one day after many weeks of being their "son" Jack makes the mistake to snap at them. "Stop it! Just.. stop this charade! You're not my real dads, you never will be! We're not even the same species!" etc. And ho boy, KO and BD are MAD! KO mostly mad, BD mostly hurt and sad... which makes KO even madder! They're just so angry at Jack. They want to have this little (dysfunctional) family on the side of the war that's going on. They later remind him of the threat of hurting his mom.

Jack knew he had made a mistake the instant the words left his mouth.  The oppressive silence that followed hung in the air around the three figures present like a dense fog.  For a moment, all Jack could hear were his own shaky breaths and the pounding of his blood in his ears.  His fists remain tightly clenched and trembling down at his sides as he sucked in air through clenched teeth.

Neither of the two mechs had moved.  Breakdown’s hand still hovered awkwardly in mid-air, reaching out to pull Jack in for another embrace, another brush of his hair, another sickening display of affection that Jack simply couldn’t stomach anymore.  Breakdown looked as though he had been slapped.

Knock Out loomed over Jack in the dim, shadowy light of the habsuite.  His gleaming, red optics burned like hellfire in the gloom as his gaze bored into Jack with an intense, barely contained fury.  When he spoke, his voice was frighteningly calm.

“Apologize,” he said.

Jack swallowed heavily, forcing himself to meet the burning red eyes with quiet defiance.  Breakdown’s optics briefly flickered over to his partner before focusing once again on the trembling boy.

Knock Out took a few, purposeful, menacing steps towards Jack.  The corners of his mouth and optics twitched slightly as his thin veneer of control started to slip.  “Jack,” Knock Out growled, his eyes boring into Jack’s own with a cold fury that made him shudder in fear as well as anger.  “Apologize to your father and me.  Right.  Now…”

Jack remained rooted to the spot.  He stared up at the monstrous creature before him with a mixture of absolute terror and loathing.  He was shaking so violently that his breaths were coming through in harsh, ragged gasps.  His eyes stung with un-shed, hot, angry tears and there was a tightness in his throat that made it difficult for him to speak.  There was a heavy, tension-filled paused that engulfed the two of them for a brief moment before Jack felt his anger and wounded pride overwhelm his sense of self-preservation.

“You’re not my parents,” he hissed with all the venom he had been holding back since this nightmare began.  “You never will be.”

Knock Out’s eyes flashed in primal rage as he lunged for Jack with a guttural snarl.  Breakdown cried out in protest as the deadly sharp talons closed around Jack’s lanky frame, lifting him into the air to meet Knock Out’s poisonous gaze.  Jack hissed in pain as he struggled against the constricting hold of the vice-like claws.  

“Need I remind you what’s at stake here for you, boy?” Knock Out snarled, the usual oily smoothness of  his tone replaced by a harsh, animalistic growl.  His grip around Jack tightened, causing the boy to gasp for air.  “We made a deal, Jack!  You better start holding up your end of the bargain!  Or do I need to pay a visit to that precious mother of yours?!”

Knock Out stormed over to the opposite side of the room, brushing past Breakdown who merely stepped out of his way with a look of fearful apprehension.  Knock Out reached for the bottom drawer of his desk, yanking it open with a growl of frustration.  He roughly tossed Jack inside, causing him to hit the metal bottom with a dull thud.  Jack scrambled away from him, gazing back up at his captor with frightened, tear-filled eyes.  Knock Out loomed over the opening of the drawer, the sinister purple light of the habsuite outlining his frame and shrouding his face in shadow.  The only thing Jack could make out were his piercing, blood red optics as he continued to bore down at him with a predatory-like intensity.

“You can come out when you’ve learned to be a loving son,” Knock Out hissed, slamming the drawer closed and trapping Jack in complete darkness.

Breakdown watched warily as Knock Out strode across the room again, still fuming as his engine began to give off a low, frustrated rumble.  Knock Out crossed over into the adjoining bedroom and flopped himself down into a chair, picking up a discarded novel and pretending to be invested in it.

Breakdown followed him, hovering just outside the doorway as he leaned against the wall with one massive shoulder.  He eyed his partner with a slight air of concern.  “That was kind of cold, KO,” he said softly, folding his arms over his chest.  Knock Out continued to avoid making optic contact.

“You can’t be too lenient with children, dear.  It spoils them,” he replied smoothly, the calmness of his voice failing to disguise the flickering waves of hurt and anger coursing through his EM field.

Breakdown cast a sympathetic look over his shoulder at the abandoned desk, as Knock Out scrolled through his datapad with an aggrivated flick of his talons.  A suffocating, awkward silence followed.  “I think he’s crying,” Breakdown whispered after a moment.

“Let him cry then,” Knock Out sneered, tossing aside his datapad in frustration.  He strode towards Breakdown, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly in a cruel, humorless smirk.  “He can come out when he’s finally learned his lesson.”

rinari7  asked:

I need a Fem!Tentoo, and a really sweet parallel version of the Christmas Invasion moment, "Well, I just thought, 'cause I'd changed..." --"Well, I thought, 'cause you'd changed, you might not..." and a kiss, and basically what if Tentoo were a woman?!?!


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Originally posted by ksica

I dunno about y’all but I need that in fic like I need AIR. Maybe more than air.

CPR | Part 3

Hello! This is part 3 of a short fanfic about Dan Howell. We leave off where part 2 ended, so if you haven’t read that yet, you can go read it here!

You parked your bike in its regular spot as you got to school and much to your surprise, your best friend Lily was waiting for you right there. She usually never did this, so something special must have happened to cause this behavior. “What are you doing here? Also, good morning.” You greeted her and you locked your bike before she could take your hand and squeeze it. “Megan saw you and Daniel together. Yesterday. In the park in front of your house.” Lily spoke, obviously excited and confused about this information that had apparently been spreading. “Uh, yeah, we hung out there, yesterday.” You stumble, unsure how to explain this exactly to your best friend without giving her any hopeful ideas. “That is not a casual thing Y/N! What happened? And why did you not tell me? I’m your best friend!” She exclaimed, pouting at you like she usually did when she pretended to be hurt. “You are, and I didn’t tell you because there was no need to. He was just making up for some prank his friends pulled on me, just clearing his conscience. Nothing else. And nothing happened, Lily. I know you.” You squinted your eyes and pointed a finger at her after which the both of you laughed while walking into school. “Okay, I believe you. But I’m sure Megan has already made up some Shakespearian tragedy for the both of you, so I’d watch my back a little if I were you.” Lily assured you and squeezed your arm softly before the two of you separated to go to your individual classes.

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Why i think Scorpios are attracted to people who seem emotionally detached

I’ve noticed so many scorpios are attracted to people like virgos, capricorns and aquarius’ which are typically the signs that seem emotionally detached.

I say seem because ALL the ones who seem emotionally detached have so many emotions but can’t usally find the words to express it.

Signs like Scorpios and maybe the other water signs realise this. Scorpios seem to notice this instantly and sort of instantly want to seek out those emotions and put them out there. They sort of want to ‘help’ this person as they feel as if they’re missing out on a lot by not expressing their emotions.

But the thing is… scorpios do bring out their emotions.Its just something about how a scorpio could pick at little things to slowly untagle the emotions their partner had hidden. But normally it takes a lot out of a scorpio so if they stick around you obviously mean a lot to them.