crying because of his wonderful voice

i’m cute but psycho, she says. she smiles at me.

in my backpack are sixteen emergency items for panic attacks, for shutdown mode, for in case i can’t stop urges i can’t control, in case i am in trouble. i have under my bed razors i can’t bring myself to throw out, even though i’ve been recovered for ages. i forget what i said to him after i say it. i don’t mean any of it, but maybe i did. am i steering this ship or am i just a passenger on it.

i put the hot in psychotic, she says. i hear her laughing.

i can’t feel my lips. back when the hallucinations were bad i didn’t tell anyone but him, because i knew what was happening. when i woke up in a hospital i tried to kill the doctor. my therapy group was full of wonderful people. the girl who was schizophrenic had a beautiful singing voice. i can still hear her crying sometimes.

normal people scare me, he says. i know it’s from tv.

we faltered on the edge of bad things. when he tried to burn his house down he didn’t know what he was doing. he’s being charged as an adult, they tell me. when he saw me looking he said it was his responsibility. the girl with split personalities is sweet. her trauma rendered her largely unable to speak. i sit outside with the other three who raid our own bodies and we pluck flowers and play a game: what if i’d been born normal. what if i had been given executive functions. what if i hadn’t been given depression in bucketfuls until it overcame my lungs. my parents don’t know how to look at me anymore and neither do my friends. they all tiptoe around me like i will break at any second.

try yoga. it’s just a phase. we all feel that way. you have so much to be thankful for. someone has it worse. mentally ill people are dangerous. therapists aren’t real doctors and by extension you have no real problems. go for a run. just choose happiness. you’re not really sick. you’re faking it.

i lace my shoes. it’s nice to have laces back. i will try to work out without letting myself get back into my disorder, but we all know how well that will go. i have been working out since i was six years old. yoga is on my schedule but it’s never active enough. there’s a good chance that out of the people in my group, one of them is being taken advantage of. we are so quick to give ourselves out for the safety of others. the boy who, like me, has burn scars on his skin - he tells me his girlfriend likes that he’s sick. it makes him sensitive. the girl who is schizophrenic gets picked up by her father. i know he hits her. she says she kind of deserves it.

sadness makes for good art, she says. i don’t look up.

when they ask me where i’ve been i say i’ve been out of town. i feel fine thanks for asking. i don’t know who i am when nobody’s looking. i don’t know if i’m even real anymore. i don’t know how to get close to people because they’ll end up finding out and hating me for it, or i’ll be a burden, or they won’t know how to handle it. my family never brings up the hospital again. sometimes i think i dreamed it. 

you won’t find love until you love yourself, he warns. it’s been a long day.

i’m so alone.

Teacher || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by relationshipwithbts

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff

“Sangwoo, can you come here for a second?” The boy looked up from where he was drawing in the back of the class and locked eyes with you. He was sat alone in the corner, away from the other kids and it broke your heart to see him like this. Sangwoo was usually active with the other kids and used to always participate in class, but lately he had been pulling away from everyone.

The boy cleaned up the items he had been using and he slowly got up from where he was sitting. The sluggish movements of the six year old worried you and a frown came across you face. His eyes seemed to be locked on the ground as he walked towards you, not wanting to make eye contact. The action seemed to be his way of hiding from you and you sighed, slowly crouching down to his height.

“Sangwoo, do you have something you want to tell teacher about?” You asked. You hoped the words would be enough encouragement for the boy to speak but the words he said weren’t the ones you had been looking for. You became even more worried as you heard the words that left his mouth and you wondered if something was going on at home.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Sangwoo questioned. His tone made your heart clench and you quickly shook your head, cancelling all fears of his. He seemed to calm down a little bit at the fact that he wasn’t in trouble.

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What Happens Next by lululawrence for @someonethatsfunny

“So anyway,” Louis said on a yawn, making Harry yawn as well.  “What can I do for you?”

“Uhm.  Well, I was wondering how a free vacation sounded to you.”

Harry knew he had Louis’ attention fully because his voice suddenly sounded much more alert.

“I’d say you’re trying to sell me something, because nothing in life is free.  However, I am listening.”

Or a fic where Harry has to pick up the pieces and ends up on the couples cruise that should have been his honeymoon…with his best friend Louis.

Jessminda!!!  Happy early birthday!  I hope your actual day is filled with flailing and drinking wine and crying in celebration of Harry’s single, but until then I hope this helps you celebrate you being wonderful.  hugs, darling!

I found a gif with this on it and I almost started crying. Countdown to the Comet was when Nicktoons ran every episode for three days. I remember watching this. I remember being eight years old and waiting for this. I remember the countdown ticking down to five minutes. I remember seeing Zuko and Iroh’s reunion for the first time and my mom trying to hide the fact that she was crying. This brought up so many emotions because it put me back at an almost exact time. I can’t tell you how much I want to watch this like this again. Not knowing how Aang will master the elements, learning along with Zuko about the White Lotus, being flabbergasted at who Bumi really was, hanging off the edge of my seat when you hear Jet’s voice on the ferry, not knowing that Pakku and Kanna were in love, wondering how Zuko got his scar, watching Katara take down Hama, realizing who Suki was at the same time as Sokka on the docks, watching Zuko’s redemption arc, meeting Toph, watching Katara’s power grow, learning about Kya and Lu Ten, not knowing what black snow means, hating book one Zuko. Rewatching this reminds me how many great moments and plot twists and cliff hangers I’ll never get to experience again. I want to fall in love with it again.


“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

You sighed, your heart easily feeling heavy as you emptied out your resolve with that one text. You thought hard, the past three and a half months with Namjoon had been a dream, and now, more than ever, you felt like all you did was receive from him. In the countless random moments you had with him, you tried to look for a clue where he might be. 

Was he in that coffee shop that played the best music? Was he in the school cafeteria where he finally acknowledged that the lunch ladies can actually make decent food? Was he in the library where you first got to know him as your crash course Philosophy tutor? Or was he in between all of those moments, somehow still by your side while knowing that you saw through him and was looking for something that he did not have?

And in these questions, you found the answer. 

Your feet moved faster than you could comprehend as your frantic fingers pressed for his name. There was a short ring as you climbed the stairs. 

“Hello?” his deep voice will never fail to catch you off-guard.

“Namjoon, I know exactly where you are.” you declared, catching your breath at the last flight of stairs. “I want to see you, but I don’t think you’d want to see me.”

You heard him sigh, chuckling below his breath, laughing at how well you seem to know him. “You must know a lot about me, Y/N-ssi.”

The formality somehow made you sad as you traced your steps towards a familiar room.

Kim Namjoon was the vice president of the student council. He was VP Namjoon in your phone before he became Joonie, before he started to be someone you cared for. That was his identity before you and seeing him through the window from where you stood in the hallway, sitting on his desk in the student council room with the late afternoon sunlight washing over his melancholic face, made you realize how you seem to be going backwards. As if you were going back to where you started… before Namjoon and towards Yoongi and maybe, the past before that too.

It was a bittersweet feeling, but slowly, eventually, that moment became your eureka. If you really were going back to where all of these started, then you were going to do it right.

“We’re alike and lately, maybe too alike.” You smiled as you watched him fiddle with the hem of his jacket with his head hung low. “I’m sorry, Namjoon.” You choked out. Maybe he sensed it, maybe he heard you through the thin walls, but he began looking around for you and you had to fling yourself to the nearest wall to prevent him from seeing you. “Don’t… look up. Look out the window or something. I don’t think I can say what I want to say while looking in your eyes.”

You peeked from where you stood and saw that he had indeed turned his back and looked out of the window. With a hand in his pocket and the other holding the phone against his ear, he said with a stable voice, “Okay, I’m ready. Today is the day, huh.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated weakly, stepping out to look at his back again. “We can’t choose the people that we fall in love with.”

He chuckled darkly, his next words laced with just the right hint of contempt. “You see, Y/N… I don’t believe that.” He declared with the tone of finality that everyone seem to acknowledge and even when there was no one else around, you were sure that people would have whispered their agreement. “People always say that. Not only in love or relationships, they say that they didn’t have a choice, but in reality everyone has a choice. Always.”

He took a short moment, maybe to recompose himself as his voice had gotten a decibel louder or maybe just to take a quick breath before he continued more calmly, “You could’ve turned me down, you could’ve stopped your feelings for Yoongi or you could’ve fought for him, but you didn’t. You were the one who gave up on him first. You always had a choice, Y/N. You will always have a choice, don’t forget that.”

You nodded silently even though he cannot see you. “I know that I can’t get mad at you, you know why? Because I chose you. I chose to play this game even though I knew that I would lose.”

“I’m sorry.” You could only repeat the words meekly because you couldn’t argue with Namjoon. He was always right.

He sighed and turned around again, startling you as he leaned on the windowsill. His eyes were trained on something in front of him, so you knew that he was deliberately not looking at you. “Are you apologizing for breaking my heart or are you apologizing for not accepting my heart at all?”

You took a second to think, but that second was enough for you to see the way the single teardrop from Namjoon’s eyes catch light and glisten in the darkening room.

“I’m sorry…” you hesitated, wondering if you should finally reveal yourself. “…because I made the great, Kim Namjoon cry.” At your words, his eyes immediately connected with yours. You were stunned, but you continued with your trembling voice, “…but I’ve thought about this so many times before actually deciding. No matter how I feel now, I still think it isn’t right for me to keep seeing you when I can’t give my whole heart to you. I don’t want to use the clichéd “it’s not you, it’s me” line, but really, it’s me. I need to take a step back from all of these and just find out if I want to be with anyone.”

He nodded and you didn’t know if he accepted such an explanation or simply understood you without further questions. “Y/N?” The way he said your name, without any suffix or formality, made you rethink everything. “Remember that favor you owed me?”

Immediately, you remembered the favor you owed him for his time as your tutor and how those days already felt like a million miles away. “What is it?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” Kim Namjoon was always warm, but now, he made you feel his chilling words down your spine as he looked at you with his unwavering gaze. “Let me decide if I want you to be in my life again.”

When you finally nodded in acceptance, you realized that you were also crying. His words definitely signified the end of something. “I understand.” You bit your lower lip, looking for all the words that you had wished to say but couldn’t, so you settled with, “…and if I change my mind?”

His smile, the one that spread on his lips and parted them to reveal his teeth and deepen the dimples on his cheek, might’ve been his parting gift to you. “Then you’ll have to wait in line. I’m highly eligible.”

You returned his smile and even though a wall, a window and a few paces separated you, this was the closest that you had ever gotten to each other’s hearts. You meet his eyes from where you stood for one last time. You wipe both of your tears and smile at each other before you finally ended the call.

You waved at him one last time, mouthing, ‘Thank you.’

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

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Valentine's Day is coming, what would the chocobros do for their S/O? :D

I had to get this typed up today! Happy valentines guys! (If you’ve read this you’re now my valentine, no take backs! Muhahaha, ily!) ❤ Anyway, read on and spend your valentines with your favourite chocobro! (Or if you’re like me, all of them…)


- Hey shall we go check out that dungeon for valentines? Just kidding. Kinda.
- Noctis would give you your card and you’d give him his, but before you can open yours he’d make an excuse to leave the room.
- Little do you know he literally just lingers outside of the door, out of view.
- Anyway, you open your card waiting for him to get back, but something falls out of it.
- A slip of paper lands in your lap, but you pick it up to see it’s a poem.
- Handwritten. In Noctis’ loopy scrawl.
- He’s written you a poem.
- And what’s more, it’s really good.
- About how you met, how much he cares about you, the way he adores how you look and just how you are.
- It’s all sappy and mushy and it’s just everything he wishes he could say to your face without it sounding muddled and a hell of a lot less eloquent.
- And then from the corner of your eye you spot the little bin he has in his room, filled to the brim with crumpled up paper that was extremely similar to yours.
- How long had he spent on it? Getting frustrated and no doubt worked up into an angry defiant ball as he so usually did. But he persevered because he just so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt but he sucks at speaking face to face about that kind of stuff.
- You’re emotional just thinking about how much work he had to have put into this one slip of paper.
- “Shit, are you crying?”
- His voice startles you, and you look up to see him walking over to you hurriedly.
- “I’m sorry if it’s not great, I tried.”
- “No silly, it’s… it’s wonderful, thank you.”
- “Oh… oh well, I’m glad you like it.”
- He’d go into bashful mode at your gratitude, which is why he left the room in the first place because he didn’t want to be all awkward for you.
- But his pulse is racing and his heart is singing because holy shit they like it.
- And all those hours he put in didn’t matter, because he’s just happy to know that you know how he really feels, and that you’re happy.


- You’d go over to see Prompto in the morning, but find he doesn’t seem to actually be in his house. He doesn’t answer when you call him. Instead, you find a picture taped to his bedroom door.
- It’s a picture of… the kitchen?
- You head on over to the kitchen holding the photograph, and look exactly where he took the picture to see another photo with a heart shaped chocolate next to it.
- This is a scavenger hunt!
- This picture shows the sofa in the living room area, so you hurry on over to it.
- Just as expected, there’s another photo and yet another heart shaped chocolate.
- So cute.
- This time this was a photo of the table behind you, but in the corner there were words written in the hand you recognised so well.
- ‘Getting warmer!’
- You turn to the table to see yet another photograph and of course, a heart shaped chocolate to accompany it.
- Lifting the photo you recognise that it’s a picture of Prompto’s bedroom. There is more writing on the photo in the same scrawl.
- ‘Nearly there now!’
- You rush to the bedroom, wondering what you might find, and open the door.
- There, right in the middle of the bed is your adorable boyfriend, looking really pleased with himself.
- On his lap is a huge teddy bear – so cliché but so adorable.
- “You found me!” He’s so excited, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
- “I did!” You’d go to join him on the bed, and he hands over the teddy bear to you.
- “Happy valentines! Oh and I also got you this…” His voice trails off a little at the end and you can tell he is suddenly nervous.
- He hands you something in a small brown paper bag. Curious, you slide the object out of the bad and into your palm.
- It’s an adorable photo of the two of you, looking incredibly happy together. The photo itself is in a silver frame, decorated with cutesy hearts.
- “I… I hope it’s alright. It’s my favourite photo.” He’s fiddling with the bed covers, barely able to keep contact cause damn it he’s just so nervous.
- Your heart could burst, this boy is the cutest!
- He beams as you tell him you love it.
- Best valentines ever.


- Gladio would act like normal for the morning.
- He’d give you a card of course, but say he has nothing planned.
- You’d be a bit disappointed, but what can you do?
- He’d even go off to do his usual workout routine. Maybe valentines just wasn’t his thing?
- So you’d go on about your day as normal, until the night fell.
- Suddenly Gladio’s face has lit up, he’s all smiles as he asks you to come outside with him.
- “Wha- but it’s night time?”
- “Come on!” He’d urge so you’d get up to follow him.
- Outside there are… candles? There’s a large candle every so often in the road, and you can see the trail lead off into the distance with a soft glow. You look back at Gladio in bewilderment.
- “You didn’t think I’d forget did you?” He is grinning, folding his arms and looking rather pleased with himself.
- “You did all that?” You gesture incredulously.
- “Well, I only set them out earlier, I enlisted the help of three friends to light them all.” He remembered how much complaining Noctis had done. It’s okay, my lover is worth it.
- Gladio took your hand and you set off walking under the blanket of the night sky, walking past one of the candles every now and then.
- “Here, I also got you this.”
- “Oh, what is it – Gladio.”
- He’s handed you a small survival tool kit.
- “It pays to be prepared. And it will put my mind at ease.” He insisted.
- You roll your eyes at him but you have to stifle a giggle. Typical Gladio.
- Finally you get to the end of the candle lit path, where a lovely bunch of roses are waiting for you.
- Gladio would wrap his warm jacket around you suddenly, taking you into his big strong arms.
- “Did I fool you then?”
- “You certainly did.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
- He pulls away with that cheeky smirk in place, a glint in his eye.
- “What…?” You ask wearily.
- “I always wondered what it would be like to go… al fresco.”
- “Gladio!”
- His laugh is infectious and soon you join in.
- But hey, if you’re down with the idea he definitely is.


- This guy will play to his strength and cook you the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since you eat his cooking a lot.
- He’d have it all ready for you by the time you arrive, the table beautifully set and – of course – candle lit.
- He’d spoil you rotten the entire day as well, massages, food and drink, you name it.
- He’d also really love the gift you got him, and chuckle at the very soppy card (which by the way, he’d never get rid of).
- When he hands you his card, you realise he has hand made it. It’s lovely and elegant and so Iggy, but so you at the same time.
- When you finish the meal, he’d come round to your side and offer you his hand to dance with him.
- Even if you protest that you suck, he’ll let you stand on his toes and he’d guide you.
- All he wants is to be close and intimate with you damn it.
- He’d press you against him as you danced, needing to feel you close.
- He’s also really good.
- It would be slow and sensual, you’d be hyper aware of the way his fingertips drifted over your arms, rested at the small of your back, trailed over your jawline with feather light touches…
- “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this at all… but you are truly beautiful.”
- “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You’d tease him, to which he’d smile fondly.
- “It never hurts just to be sure.”
- Near the end of the song he’d dip you down in a classic move so smooth with his hands steadying you, your thigh round his hip.
- And he’d give you a little smirk before bending down to kiss you hard.
- When you’re finally up right, you’re giving him such bedroom eyes it unreal.
- You know he understands as his smirk turns into a full blown grin.
- “Shall we?” And with that he’d lead you to the bedroom.

this panel is really interesting i think because it really shows the extent that vampires feel
Mika is difficult to judge because he’s not very old yet, but crowley is nearly a millennia. 
Crowley is looking at someone he once loved, and he says he doesnt have any desire to have them back. But when shinoa asks about the books, he doesnt even turn to them. he silently points. He’s sad. Upset even. I wonder what his voice sounds like. 
So i feel like vampires dont cry and they dont have those selfish desires to bring them back, but they still very much have the capacity to love and miss. vampires still have emotions, they just go about them and act on them differently. 

When They Surprise You During MAMA 2017- BTS

YouType : F 

Theme: When you both are suppose to do a duet together for 2017 MAMA - but you both ‘ broke ‘ up so you had to do the song alone - THAT was until he surprised when it came to his part. 

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The Good Parent - Part One

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1777

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Originally posted by soluscheese

Warnings: none

A/N: I recently asked which series you wanted to see back and you decided for this one. While reading through the old parts, I just found it extremely cringy and therefore decided to rewrite this series completely. You will still be able to find the old parts and I will keep them linked for as long as it takes for me to replace all the existing parts. So if this seems familiar to you, it’s because I’m rewriting this series.


Today was the first day of work for you after you had to step back for some time due to some family reason. But now you were back and you couldn’t wait to work with the children again.

Your first day already started good, considering you had the closing shift and could for one sleep in and be energized enough to be with the kids since you only had to show up at three in the afternoon.

While preparing for the day, you wondered whether the kids would still remember you or not, but then again you haven’t been gone for years and you’ve been with all of them since the day they were brought to you.

It was only then that you noticed you had been going too relaxed about everything as you glanced at the clock and noticed you were running late. Quickly you grabbed your bag and walked over to the little coffee shop, grabbing a cheap coffee-to-go before heading over to your car, nearly spilling the hot contents in the cup while getting into the car.

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anonymous asked:

Hey babe~ (do I sound like Zen lol) could you do a HC with a MC that is really sensitive. For example, get a way too excited when they get little gifts like a book or bubble tea. Yet, even the slightest thing wrong can make them get really depressed. You can see that I'm not a stable human being. I become gullible just by the smallest acts of kindness and literally started crying today because someone broke my eraser in half. I'm a high schooler so I obviously have issues...

(sorry for the screaming I got excited that I’m not the only person like this,,,,)

-You’re both just a couple of sensitive puppies.
-If one of you is upset, the other is upset.
-You guys are a mess.
-But in the nicest way possible.
-You both understand each other so well because you’re so similar with your emotions.
-You can also bet Yoosung will be right with you getting excited over bubble tea.
-You both get hyped over every little thing, it’s invigorating to have someone to scream and freak out with.
-You gets very protective when he sees you crying. Even if you try to pass it off as not a big deal, it’s a big deal to him.
-Someone made you cry and that’s not okay.
-He’ll make things right, sometimes meaning he gets whoever did it to apologize, sometimes they refuse.
-When you get depressed, so does he. He likes to hold you to make you feel better, but if you don’t like that, he talks about other things to distract you, and hopefully makes you laugh.
-It always works.
-He’s worried about how you can be so gullible to nice things people do for you and keeps an eye on everyone that is being too friendly. If they do anything he doesn’t trust, he intervenes. It’s not so controlling to the point of over protection and manipulation, he steps off when you tell him to. He’s just keeping an eye out for you.

-So. Cute.
-Cannot. PROCESS.
-Because you get so excited, you are like the biggest cheerleader for his acting.
-He gets a new role, you are buzzing with excitement. You ramble about how amazing and talented your boyfriend is as you jump and clap in excitement.
-Really feeding his ego, aren’t ya?
-But, he hates when you cry or you get depressed.
-He always panics, no matter what it is.
-He doesn’t care if it’s something small. He always takes it seriously.
-Your emotions are valid. He really stresses that if you ever feel like a wimp for crying over things.
-In his eyes, tears = upset, and it’s his job to fix whatever it is.
-You can’t be so gullible to kindness _____ the wolves are gonna get you~
-He is secretly extremely nervous about you trusting people so easily because the wolves. He’s scared of someone taking advantage of you and you not realizing it until it’s too late. It might even keep him awake at night occasionally. You can bet that anyone who takes advantage of you will be fought.
-When you’re depressed, he’ll take you out somewhere to get fresh air and clear your head, while also giving you reassuring words and joking around in hopes to cheer you up.

-She gets very flustered every time you cry.
-She can be such a mom about it.
-You have no idea how many tissues she keeps in her purse at all times.
-She sees you tearing up and frantically rustles through her purse for tissues.
-But she loves how excited you can get.
-You can imagine the amount of fangirling you do together.
-It makes giving you special little gifts “just because” even more rewarding because even if it’s just a new book you can’t stop smiling and thanking her.
-She loves making you happy like that.
-She’s learned a thing or two about relaxing since she stopped working for Jumin, so she is able to calm you down when you start crying.
-She gives you little presents when you get depressed since you get so happy over even the smallest thing.
-It never fails.
-She isn’t too worried about your trust in everyone that is kind to you. She finds it nice that you see everyone with such an open mind, like you see everyone as good.
-She’ll know when to keep you in check, though, if a bad person tries to take advantage of you. If anyone were to take advantage of you, they’d definitely hear from Jaehee.

-You’re very emotional and he’s very emotionless (well, on the outside)
-He’s very good at keeping you out of stressful or overwhelming situations somehow.
-It’s like he has a sixth sense that tells him when you’re getting upset.
-He can sense your distress from a mile away.
-So you have nothing to worry about.
-He can tell when you’re getting upset and he will immediately take you away from whatever is bothering you and calm you down.
-He wipes your tears gently off your cheeks and kisses where they used to be.
-You’re going to have to work even harder to keep him from spoiling you after he sees how excited you get over the smallest of gifts.
-He loves putting a smile on your face, so he will buy you little presents everyday if you don’t stop him.
-He eventually realizes the gifts are more special if they aren’t an everyday thing.
-Overall, he is very good at handling your emotions for you.
-Lots of supervision when he realizes how easily you trust others. You have such a pure innocent soul it kind of worries him. You could easily be taken advantage of, but he will never let that happen.

-He doesn’t tease you nearly as much when he finds out how sensitive you are because he would hate himself if he made you cry.
-When you do cry, he tears up too. He’s really sensitive to your emotions.
-Anything that makes you cry is valid to him. He won’t judge you for crying over spilt milk because if it’s making you cry, it means it’s stressing and upsetting you, which is not okay.
-You got along with Seven at first because when either of you were excited, it rubbed off on the other, and he always entered the chatroom energetically.
-Even now, as Saeyoung, he is still affected by how excitable you are.
-He feels like his old self again because of you and your positivity.
-Because of that, when you get depressed, it’s like his world is dark.
-He does everything he can to make you feel better.
-Expect lots of bubble tea.
-It’s no wonder you fell for Unknown, you’re so gullible, which is worrying. He is very protective of you because of that. If he gets suspicious of someone, he voices his concerns. Thankfully, because of him, nobody takes advantage of you.

-You don’t have to worry because V never does anything that could make you cry. He’s so gentle and considerate, you have nothing to worry about.
-Also, anytime you do cry, he manages to cheer you up and calm you down perfectly.
-When you get depressed, he’ll ask you to read him a story. That way, you can take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.
-It usually works. If it doesn’t, he’ll give you reassuring words. They never feel like empty words either because you know V in sincere.
-Whenever you get excited over little things like books and bubble tea, he just stares at you with the most peaceful, lovestruck smile.
-A “that’s my beautiful wonderful other half wow i love them and they’re all mine” smile
-The excitement makes his life so much brighter than it used to be.
-So I guess you can say you’re his light.
-He’s very trusting of people also, but he’s cautious after what happened to Rika. He doesn’t trust new people like he used to, especially people around you. He acts like nothing is wrong, but he observes everyone that gets close to you. He calms down soon enough, he just doesn’t want to lose his light. He’s paranoid.

-If anyone ever makes you cry, they are immediately on his bad side.
-“I want them to die.”
-“Saeran, it’s okay. They just broke my eraser.”
-“Your point?”
-He hates seeing you in tears, but he loves when you get all excited over something he sees as minuscule.
-Like he’ll offer you the last of his food when he’s done eating and you get so happy. Or sometimes when he asks if you want to go out on a date you become ecstatic.
-It’s refreshing having such unconfined positivity buzzing next to him all day.
-It makes it even more sad when you’re upset because he’d rather see you smiling over bubble tea than crying.
-Even if it’s something small, he is very concerned. You being sad makes him sad, so when you get depressed, he hates it.
-He’s not good at finding the right words, but he never leaves your side when you’re sad, no matter how long it is.
-It shows how much he truly loves you and how concerned he is for you.
-He doesn’t trust people at all, and you’re overly trusting. You balance each other out. Nobody will dare take advantage of you when they know Saeran is with you because if anyone were to do something to you, it would be the last thing they did.

Anything For You (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! This is kinda short, sorry😅 But I hope that it’s still alright and I hope this makes you feel better!! Enjoy!!

Request: @the100-supernatural-imagines: Hey doll :) i hope it’s okay to send you a request. A Buck one where you both have a 3 year old son (Ben) and he always gets nightmares when Bucky is on a mission. One night buck comes home as you again try to calm Ben and he immediately holds him and promises to never leave his family alone. Then it’s a bit fluffy and you all cuddle together and stuff ? 😊 I really hope this is fine with you ❤️ I really need some distraction at the moment

You woke to the sound of crying, making you sit up in bed immediately. Glancing at the empty space beside you, you let out a breath before heading to where the crying sound was coming from.

Opening the door to your son’s room, you could hear the sounds of whimpering and cries. You switched on the light before quickly walking towards his bed as you scooped him up in your arms, holding him close to you as you felt his hands clinging tightly to you as his tears slowly soaked your shirt. You cooed as you rubbed his back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare, it’s not real.”

“I-is daddy coming back?” He asked, hiccupping.

You felt your heart clench as you held him closer. Your three-year-old son, Ben, will only have nightmares when your husband comes home late from his missions. You couldn’t do anything when your husband was a part of the superhero team named the Avengers and that work doesn’t always end early for him. The most you could do is to just reassure him that nothing bad would happen. “Of course, sweetie. Daddy will always come back.”

“I h-had a dream that daddy went out and didn’t come back,” Ben said, pulling back to look at you tearfully. “I know he saves people b-but…”

Ben couldn’t continue as he started crying again. You wiped his tears as you gave him a weak smile. “Daddy would be back soon, I promise.”

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timeline of bloom

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 2.1k

  → i kissed you before midnight and then our fingers laced together and you pressed your lips against mine again at the staircase and i wondered what we were and you said i was your girlfriend and that was lovely in itself and i hope it lasts.


You don’t expect it when the tangerine locks appear behind the creaked door, in the midst of your own tousling. Namjoon enters without hesitance, and it seems Jimin is the first friend you’ll meet that night. Jimin doesn’t give you much thought at first, and you are quick to meet the back of his head where a white pair of outdated sunglasses rest arrogantly, pathetically.

There are less people than you’d thought there would be at the rowdy party in the weary apartment complex, but Namjoon assures you that they’re all cool people, and it takes you a minute for the tension in your shoulders to release.

Some boy in a varsity jacket hands you a shot, and you shyly accept. His name was Jung Hoseok, you found out, and the story went that his smile made flowers grow.

“Who’s the guy by the couch?” you ask Min Yoongi carefully, and he almost looks annoyed when he answers you.

“Jungkook. Fucked off Molly, let him deal with it himself.”


Tangerine locks glances your way again. He’d been thrown in the tub mere minutes ago, but hadn’t bothered changing his clothes. His white t-shirt clings to his upper body, and your mouth curls at the involuntary thoughts that start roaming through your head.

“Jimin.” he sighs and throws himself down next to you with a towel elegantly resting on his shoulders. “Just so you don’t leave this party without at least knowing my name.”

You tell him your own name, just to be polite, and he reiterates teasingly after licking his bottom lip. He makes his mind up in that second that he wants to be with you. Date you. Be in a relationship. Perhaps a month, but maybe forever. Jimin’s vision blurs slightly around your frame, but your eyes are vividly clear and he doesn’t doubt your beauty for a second.

“You came here with Namjoon?” his voice raises in question, and it dawns on you just how short his fingers are when he points to your tall friend.

He watches you intently as you nod, and you wonder if he’d always been this close to you or if he’d scooted closer when you didn’t notice.


The scar on your thigh had reminded him of an accident he’d had when he was younger, and the proximity between your bodies was lessening, for which you’d eventually blame Hoseok for, as he was the one who brought you the rows of shots.

“Oh my God, you are so embarrassing.” he kicks his head back with an eye roll when you finish telling him the story of how you got caught cheating in math, and how you spent every night after that crying out of shame.

A whiny sound leaves your lips as you slap his thigh to scold him, but your hand stays there even after the punch, and his skin is no longer red because it hurts.

“Okay, now tell me something.” he finally asks after the laughter has escaped his lungs, his voice much more baritone now. “Why is Namjoon’s tongue not down your throat?”

“Huh?” your eyes widen in confusion, and you wonder if you read his intentions wrong, so you lift your hand from his thigh. A smirk stretches his cheek simultaneously as he lets his gaze follow your hand. “Why would it be?”

“Relax,” he breathes at your jumpiness, “It’s just because he’s brought the prettiest little thing to my apartment, yet your hand is on my thigh, and his hand is down her thigh.”

You barely catch the second part of the sentence when your mind clutters and the thought of kissing Jimin becomes more dominant.

“Perhaps the prettiest little thing has something else in mind.” you finally speak through your fluttered lids, and your voice dies out at the end because you clearly lack the courage, but it doesn’t matter much because his lips meet yours anyway.

His lips are dumbly soft and yours are bursting with joy in the midst of the fiery, red kiss.


It’s almost midnight and you’ve kissed Jimin more times than you can count on your one hand, and he’s considered his bedroom during each kiss, but his fists curls in restraint and he convinces himself he needs to be smoother with you, because he knows you aren’t that girl, and you’re convinced you are.

“Why didn’t Namjoon bring you earlier?” he breathes into your lips once, when his hands are fiercely on your hips. “You’re the most beautiful, perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

When Jimin kisses you, he also makes the world stop spinning, and you wonder if that isn’t an awful lot of work to put into one kiss. Love fills every inch of your body, and you play with the thought of it being real. Jimin plays with this thought, too, until your scent becomes intoxicating and he can’t think of anything but kissing you again.

“You,” he quips, drawls, and the empty glasses behind the two of you attest to everything, “are the only girl I ever want to kiss.”

“Jimin, we met like an hour and a half ago.” you try to speak sense into him, but you can’t help the falling once it starts, and you don’t believe a word you’re saying anyway.

“Ah, shut up.” he smiles with his hand cupped around your jaw. “It’s real and you know it.”


Jimin’s kisses have traveled south just once and a cheeky little painting of purple stains your neck now, and a slurred romantic story as for why left his lips at one point, but it didn’t matter much to you. You liked it, you were nobody’s, and you wanted to be his.

He introduced you to Taehyung as his girlfriend in his own drunk, brazen manner and Taehyung induced a loud cheers as Jimin’s hand burned the skin on your waist.

“What about tomorrow?” you ask courageously in the bathroom after the door closed and it all got a little quiet, and Jimin flicked his eyes open from the sink and watched you in the mirror.

“Tomorrow is a distant concept.” he mutters lightly, and a careless smile spreads widely. “But I will tell you about forever.”

He turns around and his lower back rests on the edge of the sink, his arms straight in his pockets, and a languid smile.

“Forever isn’t distant?” you taunt him and his responsive brow quirk humors you greatly.

“Oh, I can relate to forever. I can tell you all the tales of forever. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow; maybe we’ll go for frozen yogurt? Do you like frozen yogurt?” he ponders for a split second before dismissing any possible answer you’d throw his way, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Tell me a tale of forever?” you ask shyly and your voice becomes near that of a whisper.

“Just us.” he hums and his eyes flutter shut, and for a second you just let the room spin.

“You’re sweet.” you whisper through closed lids, and you try to ignore the burn that spreads across your chest.


Your hands have been intertwined for so long you barely remember how it feels to have the spaces between your fingers not filled with Jimin. He smiles whenever he lifts his sleeve and sees your red nail polish contrasting his pale skin.

Your back is up against the wall when you stand on the staircase with Jimin, he’s shorter than you now, and his pearly whites spreading his lips from each other with every rose that blooms on your cheeks. It’s not always that words are being spoken, and this was one of the quiet moments when you both indulged in butterflies and bouquets.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks dauntingly and your eyes grow in bewilderment. “It’s fucking giggle galore in here.”

“But this is your apartment.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. These people are like my family anyways.”

He doesn’t take long before his fingers separate from yours and he grasps your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you with him until you slide out the front door unnoticed.

Tangerine locks bounce all the way down the stairs of the apartment complex, you almost stumble once or twice, and you have no idea why you’re laughing as hard as you are.

Jimin thinks you’re so cute he finds it hard to keep calm as his fists tighten in frustration.

It takes about 15 minutes before you kiss again, and the wait is absolutely awful.


Two creepy pubs and a grocery store later, and you’re finding yourself on the sidewalk with a bag of chips and Jimin’s head in your lap.

“You are so beautiful to me,” he sings and you find the courage to stroke his hair and he scoffs with contentment and you sigh discreetly out of relief. You were more nervous than you’d let him know, but perhaps that’s what happens when you fall in love.

“You can tell me if you like frozen yogurt now, if you want to.” he quips earnestly, and you consider obliging.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

He makes his mind up that he wants to know everything about you, and it stings a little that he doesn’t know if you like frozen yoghurt or not. He nods idly, and accepts the fate of the uncertain, but it seems to him that he fears mystery more than he’s led on so far.

Your movement falters whenever you catch a glimpse of his lips, Jimin is desperately trying to savor the scent of you, and there’s a growing fear that, perhaps, this isn’t forever. You recognize that you are both young, and the awareness makes you shake, but you wonder why you’re blinking tears away.

“I’m in love with you,” he drawls at last, and he knows it’s terribly brazen, and maybe he’s just saying it to hear how it sounds when the words are being spoken. “I know so.”

The three words burst out of you, and you hate yourself for blurting it out. You would’ve never said it had Jimin given you another second to think, and you’re wishing you would perish, and the longer the silence persists, the more you want to disappear.

Jimin freezes until he flutters his eyes open, and he knows his heart isn’t lying to him.

“Okay.” he smiles. “I love you, too.”


The world spins much slower now, and Jimin falls into the idea of taking you home when you tell him you’d like a dog.

“So soulmates exists.” he confirms with his lips pressed against yours, and you attest to it apparently, kissing him back.

He mutters something sweet to the cusp of your ear, and you’re almost a little sad that you missed it, but it is then that his coffee swirled eyes look into yours, and you notice that the red is lessening and his gaze burns a little less.

You weren’t yet sure if you liked the burning, but you accepted that burning comes with heat and that was the aftermath of sparks.

“Do you want to come home with me?” his voice gets a little lower, and perhaps he’s a little nervous, but there’s virtually no reason not to, so you nod innocently and swing his arm a little higher.

However, then regret starts seeping in and Jimin looks at you with fear of what the night has escalated to, and he wonders if perhaps tomorrow does matter, and if perhaps forever is a distant concept. He wonders if his heart could be wrong, if infatuation could be as blinding or if it really was your eyes. Perhaps he should’ve said something earlier, because the three small words had fallen from your lips again, and he doesn’t get to say anything before it slips from his lips, and the meaning is entirely implied and heartbreaking, and you know it the second you hear it.

“I think I’m sobering up.”


And then the morning had come and you were no longer with Jimin, and the moon did what it had to do and scattered the sparks you shared across the sky like stars, and the sun kept talking about how lovely you could’ve been, and the world believed it was real.

WinterIron AU, in which Bucky hears Tony’s voice in his head. Inspired by a prompt from @writemesomewords

-adjust the parameters, let’s say, what, two point five percent? Or not, no. No, no, no, absolutely not. JARVIS, recalculate the maximum weight the metal could…yeah, just like that… Possibly have to exchange the caliumcarbonate-

A voice, talking way too fast on not enough breath, is the first thing the Asset becomes aware of.

It’s familiar, the voice. The Asset can not identify its source nor its purpose. The voice does not share relevant information nor does it provide assistance during his missions. It’s just there, a quiet murmur in the Asset’s ears. An endless conversation that does not require the Asset to participate.

The voice is with the Asset. Always. The Asset does not know where it comes from or if it’s always been there. The Asset does not know the voice’s purpose but it does not hinder the Asset’s efficiency as long as the Asset does not allow itself to be distracted, so the Asset does not question it.

The voice keeps talking.


The Asset lies motionless, pressed to the ground, carefully outside the view of the scheduled guards. The mission requires stealth and patience and an impossible shot, things the Asset is used to provide.

The Asset adjusts the scope on the sniper riffle. Slows its breathing in concentration. Listens to the soft hum of conversation in its ears.

-what do you think you’re- No. No, DUM-E, lift the plate, not find the lift! Will you stop-

Pulls the trigger. Hits.


The Asset- He is confused.

His mission is wrong and he’s not sure why. The blonde he’s been hunting is strange is familiar has started hunting him and that’s never happened before. The Asset doesn’t know what to do, finish the mission, who is this Bucky, why does he look at me like that?

It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Being an obnoxious idiot must make it hard for the little bit of common sense you’ve got left to penetrate that thick skull of yours-

The Asset He runs. The voice keeps talking.


The mission’s man’s name is Steve Rogers. His name is Bucky Barnes.

The As He is Bucky Barnes.

He knows that now. But he doesn’t remember what that means, doesn’t remember what it means to be Bucky Barnes, so he keeps running. Keeps listening.

-what do you mean, it’s almost like I purposefully provoked him? There was no ‘almost’ about it! I’m not gonna apologise, did you even hear what- I’m not being unreasonable!

There’s always something to listen to.


He Bucky keeps running. Rogers Steve keeps following.

He Bucky remembers. Something. Sometimes.

Remembers HYDRA. Remembers missions. Remembers faces. Remembers death.

-order pizza, you know what I like-

He Bucky keeps running. Rogers Steve keeps following.

He Bucky dreams. Dreams of tears and begging and crying. Dreams of a trigger he always pulls. Dreams of missions and success and the taste of blood on his tongue.

The nights are too long, always sometimes. The memories hurt and shock and don’t change anything at all. They terrify him because they’re new and old at the same time, things he only just remembers yet somehow knew all along.

-is only my forth coffee today, honest, I swear, why are you looking at me like that?

He Bucky keeps running. Rogers Steve keeps following. 

The voice keeps talking.

He Bucky wonders if it’s always been like this. He doesn’t know though, doesn’t remember.

So he Bucky runs. He Bucky listens.

The voice keeps talking.


Steve—Stevie, small, frail, sick—finds him eventually.

Bucky—protect, save, hold—lets himself be found.

-Hammer technology, it doesn’t have to do anything! That it exists is an inexcusable offence on its own and you can quote me on that!

Steve isn’t the same anymore and it’s both, good and bad, because Bucky isn’t the same either. It’s scary and worrisome and just plain wrong. Feels like he’s falling sometimes, the ground beneath his feet crumbling, just when he thinks he’s finally regained his footing.

The voice keeps talking.


Bucky is getting better, he knows he is. He hasn’t tried to kill Steve in almost two months, hasn’t lost his composure in public in weeks. Bucky’s getting better, even Sam says so.

Of course he doesn’t know about the voice in Bucky’s head, the one that’s remained unchanged even after all of HYDRA’s programs have been erased. Bucky has no plans to inform Sam of its existence, hasn’t even dared to ask Steve about it, the only person alive who could tell him for sure whether this voice is a result from his years in HYDRA’s merciless hands or not.

Because deep down Bucky knows the answer, knows the truth and he doesn’t can’t allow himself to care. Not when it might mean losing the voice.

I miss it. I miss them. But that doesn’t really change anything, does it?

The voice keeps talking.

Bucky keeps listening.


It’s quiet.

The tower is tall, with too much metal and too many windows, cold and impersonal in a way Bucky has come to associate with modern architecture, but he had been fine. 

Steve has been sure that he could do this. Sam hasn’t stopped insisting he was ready for the past month now and frankly Bucky has been willing to go along with whatever crackpot scheme the other man could think of, if only it would shut him the fuck up.

Bucky still doesn’t understand why Steve beamed when he said as much earlier this day. Not that it matters anymore because even as the elevator doors open Bucky knows he was wrong. They were wrong.

It’s quiet.

Bucky didn’t know that he hates silence, despises it, loathes it. He’s never had the chance to find out, until now.

“-can be somewhat, well, abrasive and even crass at times but he’s a good man, Buck, even though he tries his hardest to convince people otherwise-”

Steve is still talking but Bucky isn’t listening anymore, can barely remember how to breathe when his chest feels so tight and his hands are cold, so cold and-

It’s quiet. 

The voice is gone.

“Woah, let the poor guy get through the door before you hand him my psych eval, will you, Cap?”

An amused sharp voice speaks interrupts Steve’s ramblings and Bucky’s head snaps around so fast he can feel the pull in his muscles, not that he cares. Not when he recognises that voice, gets to hear it again after fifty-two seconds an eternity of agonising silence.

Bucky is staring at the other male, he knows, but he can’t bear looking away from warm, brown eyes that are familiar in a way even Steve’s haven’t been in far too long.

“So, you’re the second part of the two for one special deal on super soldiers, huh?” the stranger the voice Tony Stark says as he crosses the distance between them. He spreads his hands, a wide, mocking smirk painted on his lips that reeks of challenge and antagonism and settles something in Bucky’s chest he hasn’t noticed had been knocked loose until now.

And for the first time since he fell from a train almost seventy years ago, the Asset, He, Bucky breathes.

There is no room for silence around Tony Stark.

A Court of Wildness and Ice

CHAPTER 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Chapter 9

Cassian has never watched someone sleep.

When he was young sleep was a luxury and in the army, a nightmare.

He was never a peaceful sleeper, his head resting on the shape of the knife under his pillow, and even with his lovers, there was never the tenderness that he desperately wanted, or the love, but now.


Nesta sleeps peacefully, her head resting on the armrest, golden hair around her, so beautiful, he thinks, her face relaxed, her breathing deep and even and he wants to touch, to cradle her into his arms, but he can’t move, not now, but someday, he thinks, someday.

When he asked Rhys for the armchair he felt foolish, sure that she would snicker at him, goad him, laugh at him, but the gratitude in her eyes…

He knows he loves her.

The future is uncertain, a war is about to begin and he loves Nesta Archeron.

He wants to laugh because the Mother has shit timing, to give him the most beautiful thing in his life when he least deserves it.

He hears the Healer, he knows of the slim chances he has to keep his wings, his wings, his damned wings, the wings that make him who he is, that make him worthy and he has a fucking slim possibility to keep them.

He reaches for Nesta without really noticing, his fingers touching hers and her skin is so soft and cold that he can’t help but link their fingers together, slowly, afraid to wake her and completely lost in the feel of her skin, in the sun on her hair and in the sound of the furious beating of his own heart.

Her eyes open slowly, the blue wrecking him completely and her voice is low and lovely as she says “Your hair is a mess.”

He chuckles, laugh like he can’t help himself and she smiles, just a tiny smile, the tiniest movement upward of her lips but it’s enough for him to forget everything that sits and looms outside of this room.

She stands up, looking at their joined hands and she squeezes her fingers once and he does it too, gently, as if their joined hands could form an unbreakable link.

“I am going to take my comb. I’ll-I’ll be back.” she says, and looks right through him before she’s out of the room and he can’t help but feel the loss between his fingers but he hears her footsteps, at first calm and slow, but then they become quicker and quicker, as if she wants to come back to him as faster as she can but she doesn’t want him to notice and he smiles, feels the red grow upon his cheeks and hides his face in the pillow for a reason that isn’t pain, for once.

You’re six-hundred, he reminds himself, act like it.

When she comes back there’s a soft looking brush in her hand, and she holds it so tightly to her chest her knuckles are bonewhite.

Nesta sits quietly on the edge of the bed and he moves his face to look at her, at the doubt painted on her features, like she isn’t used to showing such kindness, and she doesn’t know what to do with it.

He tilts his head, the side of his throat bare to her, and he knows she doesn’t comprehend the meaning of this, not now, but he can’t help it.

Nesta moves slowly and Cassian closes his eyes, just to feel the brush between his hair and her hand on him, gentle.

“No one ever brushed my hair.” he says, and she stops, just for a second, and then begins moving again, her touch feather-soft.

“How so?” she asks, whispering like they are sharing secrets.

“My Mother left me in a camp when I was very young and we-we didn’t have the time to-” he clears his throat, trying to keep himself in one piece “to do this kind of things. Didn’t have the opportunity.”

She hums, but he knows she’s thinking of something, maybe at how pitiful his life is, but she just says “I am sorry I called you a bastard. I shouldn’t have.”

He moves his arms to take her hand again, to link their fingers again, and marvels at how right it feels, to have her hand in his.

“No one ever apologized for that.” he says, and she doesn’t answer, but her eyes turn dark.

“And you?” he asks, wanting to know more of her, everything about her “Who combed your hair, Nesta?”

She seems to think about it, like it was so long ago, another life, another person.

“My nanny.” she answers, and there’s a nostalgic tone to her voice, and Cassian grazes his thumb on hers “She was such a lovely woman. My Mother was always busy, never home, always had a party to attend. Sometimes she would bring me with her but I always ran to the nanny to comb my hair, because Mother had no patience and she would always make me cry with her pulling. ” her touch is still gentle, and he wonders how many people know of this, wonders if he’s the only one to know this little secret.

Cassian can’t help but imagine a little Nesta with ribbons in her hair and lovely dresses, hiding in her mansion at the peak of her family’s fortune.

He wants to know what happens after, but he doesn’t ask.

Nesta starts to hum a melody under her breath, a slow, nurturing sound that reminds him of snow, of his Mother, of the little he remembers of her; her black hair and brown eyes, just like him, but he also remembers the tired look of her eyes, her ruined hands and he tries, with the help of Nesta’s quiet song, of her presence, tries to imagine a smile on his Mother’s face, a smile that doesn’t speak of hunger and bitter cold but of a quiet winter.

He kisses Nesta’s palm, but he can’t help the trembling of his lips and she moves, don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, his heart screams, but she just lowers herself, kisses his temple and whispers “I know that she looks over you, one of those starts in this Court. And I know that she loves you and that she’s proud of you. You made her happy, I am sure of that.”

He tries to move and Nesta moves with him as if she knows, as if she knows everything and he hides his face in the crook of her neck and she keeps singing, her fingers in his hair, the comb forgotten.

just a heads up, these are really long, like.. wth is wrong with me i dunno
these are more like drabbles or w/e


Confusingly looks at you, not sure what to respond to you shouting that the fishes (in the restaurants aquarium) are possibly drowning. He apologizes to the people around you, as you are being loud and crying because you are sad for the fish.
“Let’s go out, Y/N-ah…”
“No ,I must save him. He is Dory!”
“… You mean Nemo?” He asked, looking at the small orange colored fish. 
You nodded, and pouted as you firmly believed the tiny fish to be dying.
“You know.. He is fine. Really. Let’s go now.. When you said to pick you up because you got ditched.. I didn’t imagine this..” He muttered to himself as he watched you trying to pet the fishes through the thick glass. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around so you looked at him, patient slowly running out, but still putting up with your ideas. He would rather have you here, rambling about nonsens than leaving your side. But he had to get you home. 
“Let’s go, now Y/N.” His voice low and serious you could do nothing but obey and followed him out, there was a taxi waiting on standby and V opened the back door for you, made you jump in further and then took the place next to you.
“Hey. Taehyung..” You said after a while in silence, looking out the car window.
“Is the world spinning this fast?” You turned back to him, feeling sad that the world was so fast and you were so slow. You yawned drowsily. 
You heard him exhale deeply, before he grabbed your hand in a comforting way.
“No. It’s not.” He said, watching you, as you comprehended his words, slowly nodding.
“Taehyungie.” You tried again and the man answered with a short yes.
“Don’t leave me. Okay? If I’m alone I will  be scared and I’m so tired I have to sleep now. Tomorrow let’s go back alright?” You said as you felt your eyes slowly shutting, leaning against his warm chest.
“Go back?” He questioned softly in to your ear, trying to keep back his smile. He thought you were adorable.
“Yes.. to save the fishies..” you murmured before falling asleep, thinking it was a shame Nemo would die. 

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Drinking and dialing wasn’t the best combination, but it was alright in certain cases - as this one when you found a disgruntled Rapmonster in front of your blurry vision. 
“Hey!” You exclaimed happily, getting up from the small table, in the soju tent that you had currently spent a few hours in, alone.
“Why are you here?” You asked, as you managed to get up to greet the young man in front of you, even though you didn’t like his looks. He was staring at you, like a frustrated mother.
“You called me.” He answered, taking you in with his eyes. Your state was undeniably going to give you a headache tomorrow. 
“Oh. But I called Namjoon, not Rapmonster.” You answered wondering how, and when that had happened. You felt disappointed it was the wrong person (in your mind at least)
“Hey, Let’s go. I’m so tired of this place.” He snickered as you whispered the last part, or tried to, but were really loud and the owner started to shoot serious looking glances to you. You took out your wallet and threw some money on the table, while Namjoon shaked his head. “LEt’s goooooo~” You cheered, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the tent, the air felt fresher outside and you took a deep breath, trying to look up on the starts, but they were only small illuminated dots, that moved all over the dark nightsky.
“Hey. I wish Namjoonie was hereeeeeeeee.” You pouted as you walked with the man. You heard him scoff and you furrowed your eyebrows and pouted with your lips. 
“Where is my naaaaamjooonieeeee?!” You shouted into the night, taking wobbly steps forward, holding onto the steady arm.
Namjoon knew it was no point in arguing that he was exactly next to you. That his stage name was nothing but a different name. He hold onto you tight, smiling as you tilted your head to your sides, to better see what was a head.
“Yah. You.” You suddenly announced to a shocked Namjoon. 
“Yes?” He said calmly, gazing down on you, not being able to stop the smile from emerging on his lips. 
“Don’t smile at me like that, My Namjoonie wouldn’t like it. Now take me home, you tall pine tree!” You started to march, and he couldn’t do anything but keep up and cringe at your silly cuteness.

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Okay, but can you imagine the first time Harry sang Sweet Creature to Louis?

They probably were on the patio of their Jamaican house, the sun slowly going down, drowning in the sea, the waves gently crashing on the beach in front of them, creating a sound, sweet as much as the song Harry was singing to Louis. 
Harry is so concentrated, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his arms holding the guitar, his fingers pinching the strings and his lips devoutly caressing every word of the song.
Louis is looking at him, at his face lighted up by the last light of day, feeling every word and every note squeezing in his skin, heart and soul. He isn’t smiling, he is totally enraptured by Harry singing his love for him. He can see that Harry feels those words coming out from his mouth directly from his heart. He can see how real is every one of those words. He can see Harry’s love.
And he feels his eyes stinging, tears coming out, streaming down his face. He would tell him that he feels the same. He would tell him that Harry can make everything and everywhere feel like home, just like he has been doing with him since day one, and he would tell him that he will always bring him home, always. And that he is glad Harry knows and feels that. He would tell him that they are stubborn, yes. But that, even if when they argue it makes it hard, that’s exactly what he loves about them: they will never give up, they didn’t do that and they will never do. He would tell him that even if something is going wrong, nothing will ever tear them apart. He would tell him that Harry is the sweet creature, the one who makes every place the most beautiful one on earth.
But he can’t, because there’s so much love in the way Harry is singing those words that if only Louis opened his mouth, he would start crying and only saying ‘I love you’ over and over again, without really saying what he needs Harry to know.
But this is exactly what he does when Harry finishes the song.
He finally opens his eyes to look at the man who inspired that song and every love song he will ever write, the man he will always want by his side. The man he loves endlessly.
He sees those blue eyes, blue like the ocean in front of them, but even more deep and crystalline. And he’s crying. He didn’t want to make him cry, but he knows those are good tears, the same that are drying his cheeks now that he is lost in those eyes. And he smiles, he smiles his wonderful dimpled smile, while Louis take a breath and says “I love you, Harry”, saying everything in four words in the most intense way possible, with his raspy and soft voice, that voice Harry loves so much, that heals his soul, that he would use as the soundtrack of his life, that he would listen for the rest of his life. And this thought makes him smile even more, because he will do that. God, Fate or whoever is leading them made this possible: he will listen to it for the rest of his life.
They will always be together. Stronger, braver, loyaler than anyone else. And the moment Louis’ bright smile starts finally appearing, he knows that nothing will ever be more beautiful than him and Louis together.
And “I love you too, my sweet creature” he says, before leaning on him, kissing the lips that give him life. 

baby, you’re so cruel (but I’m bound to you) you

SOOOO this has been a long time coming, and its been sitting on my desktop for a while and so I decided to post it. (sorry if there are weird grammar or vocabularies used in this story, english is not my 1st language :))

So this fic is based on this prompt by @beyondmythought-s : Sansa just wants to make her arranged marriage the love match her parents had, but her husband seems to prefer swordplay and ale with knights than spending time with her. Jon never expected a wife nevertheless a wife as beautiful as Sansa. He figures she never wished to be saddled with a bastard prince and does his best to avoid her. Uprisings nearby and threats to Sansa’s safety change their dynamic and they realize they want very similar things

Thanks for giving me this prompt, and sorry if it’s not up to your expectations (I’m totes an amateur so i can’t write even a grain of smut :’)) I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :D


Sansa loves stories and songs, especially the romantic ones. She used to beg her mother or her Septa to read at least one story everyday. Her greatest goal was to live a life like one of them. Or at least share the same love between her and her husband like what her Father and Mother had.

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anonymous asked:

Any type of angst for the rfa+ v and saeran I'm a sucker of sad shit

Sorry for taking so long to post! Anyway here ya go! Enjoy! I’ll post the V and Saeran ones later! This is where MC dies and how the RFA acts after MC passes away.



* he was at work when he received the phone call
* When he heard you were involved in a car accident and rushed to the hospital he dropped everything and went there
* When he arrived he learned that you had died in the hospital not long before he had arrived
* He felt the world crumbling down when he heard those words
* you were gone, you were dead
* Seeing your lifeless body on your death bed made it worse
* It was hard enough to believe you were actually dead but there you were
* He didn’t even get to say goodbye
* he couldn’t help but wonder, why is everyone he loves being ripped away from him?
* He can barely handle stepping into his own house because it all reminds him of you
* Because of this Seven lets Yoosung stay at his house for a while to help him cope better and to make sure Yoosung takes care of himself
* He never plays a single game anymore
* You both would sometimes play games together so now games even remind him of you
* What was the point of enjoying it if you couldn’t enjoy it too?

* You had gone to visit your family for a few days.
* Before you had left to go on your flight, you both exchanged goodbye kisses.
* She counts down the days, her excitement grows as the day you come home nears.
* You wouldn’t be returning home.
* The day you had your flight home she received a call.
* She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
* No, no, no. Not you. There’s no way. You can’t be gone, you can’t.
* Turning on the news, she saw that the words were true.
* The plane crashed. You were gone.
* She would wait for this to just all be fake. For this to be a bad dream and you would walk in with the smile you always wore.
* That was not the case.
* She had kept the cafe closed for weeks.
* She couldn’t walk in without being reminded of you and next thing she would know she was crying.
* It was the other RFA members who had to help her get back on her feet and work in the cafe.
* She knew it was what you would of wanted.
* So she opened up the cafe again but it wasn’t the same without you.
* It was just her
* She would never see you kindly greet the customers with the smile that could light up a room
* She would never hear your voice
* She would never receive your wonderful kisses
* Never again.

* You died because he was drop dead gorgeous
* Sorry not sorry oops
* You had saved his life
* But whether or not he was alive didn’t matter to him
* It was you that mattered most
* It was late when it happened
* you two were walking home
* It was so quiet that neither of you bothered looking before crossing the street
* Next thing Zen knew, he was being shoved out of the way before seeing a truck
* He immediately dialed emergency services
* But the damage done was too severe and by the time they arrived you were dead
* The fact that you sacrificed your life killed him
* Well actually it killed you
* He found himself slipping into old habits
* He started coming to the bar more often again
* The rest of the RFA noticed his habits and began to worry
* Jumin came visit him one day to confront him about his habits
* He almost started a fight with Jumin
* “Don’t you understand? It’s my fault that she died!”
* For almost a year he stayed away from acting
* One day he was looking at photos of you and remembering the times you were alive
* He remembered how you encouraged him to follow his dream no mater what
* He began to visit your grave everyday
* He also started acting again
* It hurt that you weren’t there with him but he would remember that you would want him to be happy

* he had done so much to protect you, to help you, to keep you safe
* He would give up everything if it meant having you by his side again
* But even all the money in the world couldn’t buy a life back
* He made sure you were in one of the best hospitals
* He did all he could to make sure everything would go fine
* But things still went wrong
* When you were declared dead he refused to believe it
* He yelled at the the doctors to try more but you were already gone nothing else could be done
* When he first sees the baby he starts to tear up
* The child is a constant reminder to him of you
* At first he has to pay someone to take  care of the baby for the first few days because every time he looks at the baby it’s like a slap in the face
* He buries himself in work to try to forget for a long time
* Lots of cat projects
* But he tries to take responsibility for his child and take care of them
* As the child grows he takes them to your grave often to pay respects
* He always tells them all about you and how amazing of a person you were

* He had everything he could ever dream of.
* But that didn’t last.
* He worried about putting you in danger but he swore he would protect you
* You were both going to have children
* Grow old
* Live happily for the rest of your lives
* But of course, nothing goes as planned.
* An enemy tracked him but went after you
* He will never forget the day he walked in to see you lying on the floor, dead
* While he was away, someone broke in and killed you
* He would do anything he could to get back at the person who took away your life, even if it took years
* He locked himself away and worked and worked until he found the person who killed you

anonymous asked:

Please write Iwaoi where Iwaizumi overworks himself

First of all, I adore this blog, your writings are great! And second, could you write a sick (sorry I know I didn’t spell it correctly) Iwazumi denying he’s sick and a worried Oikawa taking care of him? Thanks in advance!

sorry this took me so long to write for you, anon1!  whenever i get excited about prompts i put too much pressure on myself to write them perfectly, which is pretty frickin’ unfortunate/ironic X’D  combining it with this second prompt helped me narrow it down a bit.  anyway, it turned out really long and i hope you like it!

also, thank you for the kind words, anon2, i really appreciate it!!! <333

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below the cut

“I’m fine, Oikawa, leave me alone,” Iwaizumi brushed Oikawa’s concerned hand from his shoulder, but took the hint and sat on Oikawa’s bed.  “Now tell me what your nightmare was about so I can go back to sleep.”

Oikawa frowned.  He’d called Iwaizumi over to his house in the middle of the night, as he’d done many nights before, complaining of a scary dream, and Iwaizumi had come, but something was wrong.  Iwaizumi’s face was pale and sweaty, but he would shiver every so often as if he was cold.

In short, Oikawa’s suspicions were validated, though for once he wished he’d been wrong.  The thing is, Oikawa hadn’t had a nightmare tonight.  He’d had trouble sleeping, sure, but the main reason he’d called Iwaizumi over was because he’d noticed that his friend’s bedroom light was on at three am for the third night in a row and he was worried.

Of course, he hadn’t known it would be this bad.  He crossed his arms.  “Iwa-chan, your light was on before I called, and I know you can’t sleep unless it’s dark.”  Iwaizumi scowled and avoided making eye contact.  Oikawa sighed.  “I’m sorry.”

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up.  “For what?”

“For making you come here so late on Monday,” he replied, sincerely.  On Monday, Oikawa had actually had a nightmare, and a really bad one at that; he normally made a point not to call Iwaizumi after one in the morning, but this one had been particularly bad.  He’d tried to calm himself for two hours before relenting and phoning his friend at four am, and he worried that it had messed with Iwaizumi’s sleep schedule.  But Iwaizumi was shaking his head.

“I don’t mind that; never apologize for your nightmares,” he said, sternly as ever.  “I’m always here for you if you need me.”

Oikawa nodded, then turned to Iwaizumi with a stern expression of his own.  “I know.”  He put a hand, gentle but unyieldingly firm, to Iwaizumi’s cheek, forcing him to keep eye-contact.  “Iwa-chan, you’re my best friend, and you worry about me all the time, and I trust you enough to tell you when I’m not okay because of that.  I’m asking you to return that trust now, if you can.”

“Oikawa…” Iwaizumi’s expression was unreadable, though it was clear from his frown that he was somewhat perplexed.  Then he punched Oikawa in the arm.

“Ow!”  Oikawa explained, looking to inspect the injury, but also noting that the jab had been less forceful than usual.  “Iwa-chan, why-“

When he looked back at his friend, Oikawa’s breath was immediately stolen.  There were tears in Iwaizumi’s eyes, and even as he laughed he sounded like he was crying.

“When did you become a poet, huh, Shittykawa?”  Iwaizumi sniffled, voice rough as his mouth worked in vain to maintain a transparent and watery smile.  For once, Oikawa, didn’t know what to say.  So instead of trying to find the non-existent perfect words for this situation, he opened his arms wide and offered a kind smile.

That seemed to do the trick, because in a heartbreaking moment, Iwaizumi let out a strangled noise and fell onto Oikawa’s chest with a deep sob.  Oikawa held his friend tight and petted his hair gently, wondering what could have possibly led to all of this.

“Oh, Iwa-chan,” he sighed.

They stayed like that for a long while, until Iwaizumi’s sobs finally tapered off into hiccups, and his breathing fell back into a regular, though still shaky, rhythm.  Oikawa shifted so that he could lie down beside the other boy.  He wiped the lingering tears from Iwaizumi’s red eyes and squeezed his hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?  Is there anything I can do to help?”  He asked quietly.  Iwaizumi shrugged, his face now looking as though his emotions had all left along with his tears.  Maybe he was just drained, but Oikawa feared it was an indication of the return of Iwaizumi’s old acquaintance, Depression.

“Can you try to tell me?”

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