did this days back and saved it for later

some sort of fixation…

  • Bodhi, sweet angel Bodhi, paid all of the attention in the empire induction safety talk; he presses the three red buttons at 12, 6 and 3 o'clock, twists anticlockwise 45° and the grenade is disarmed.
  • Unbeknownst to Chirrut, Jyn placed her crystal within his staff, a tiny morsel of hope; the blaster shot headed straight for his heart, strikes it instead, and is deflected into his shoulder.
  • Baze, seeing his love in pain and in danger, but not without hope for survival, flies into a rage and fights his way back to the ship, dragging chirrut behind him; he kills 32 men, and saves one.
  • Cassian and Jyn are just about to step into the lift when Bodhi hisses from the radio telling them to get where he can see them FAST; they don’t look down when they step over Krennic, even when he grips Jyn’s ankle and begs
  • Two days later Cassian is well enough to argue his way out of medbay, down to droid storage, where he loads K2-SO’s last backup into another imperial droid; K3-SO sighs and says, “Did you let me die again? You know as soon as I work out how, I’m deleting the self-sacrifice algorithm you wrote into me.”
One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.


Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”


She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Gray - chances to walk away

When they met at Akane Resort

and didn’t mind the idea of her joining

When she joined the guild….

and he had the biggest smile on his face.

When Ultear intended to kill Juvia…

but he saved her….

When Erza told him to “make things clear”….

but he didn’t respond….

When he DID reject Juvia during the GMG Banquet…

and rejected her scarf…

it contradicted what happened four chapters before, where he had something important to tell her…

and died for her.

In 413 Days, he ran back to find her scarf and wore it….

and apologised to her about it later. (Juvia too.)

He could have refused her Gruvi-bread….

but he didn’t…

Gray could have really walked away when JUVIA suggested it herself….

but he didn’t…

He’s had many opportunities to say no to the things he doesn’t like…..




So why….

hasn’t he…

said no?

Because just like he stopped the rain for her….

She healed him from the ghosts of his past.

His light…

in his life where he only knew of loss and pain.

Because she reminds him…. 

to see the good…

Proves to him that she won’t be like the others… 

by coming back.  

And because, throughout all of this…..

He is grateful that she is always there.

A Roll of the Dice

Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction/oneshot

Word Count: 10,254

Rating: Teen for sin

Pairings: Marichat/Adrienette

Summary: Alya gives Marinette a pair of adult love dice for her 18th birthday. Later that night, Chat Noir suggests to Marinette that they play a game with them to see if they work.

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Starstruck || M

►Character: Vixx’s Leo || You

►Summary: Working at a secluded, confidential, military base,Of course, you would see different weird things,But you didn’t expect to see a hot alien,Demanding for you to follow him back home.

►Genre: Smut; Alien!au

►Word Count: 7 434

► Here is the long awaited alien!vixx for Leo. For new readers, I used his stage name to suit the storyline. Also read the other member version too if you’re intrested. 

► Btw, if you guys have any suggestion on how what kind of plot you want to see for other member, feel free to drop it in my inbox. I have some ideas but I’m not sure about it though lol.

You watched. Stared. Or glared. Through the thick layers of glasses, you watched him. A tall, built figure was strapped on a chair, different wires attached to his body, connected to different monitors around you. His torso was flawless. On his temple there’s a black pattern, decorating them. Hidden from your vision, you knew that there’s the same pattern that ran down his spine. You catch a glimpse of them when the assistants strap him on that chair, stripping off his top to stick the wires on his chest. You were glad that his eyes were closed. But he wouldn’t see you even if they were open since you’re in the observation room protected by thick layers of one-way glass. The man you were glaring holes into, who called himself as Leo, is an alien. The reason you were glaring at him is because he had attempted to kidnap you earlier. You didn’t know how he managed to get in your lab. The first second you heard the blaring siren rang through the base, lights went out leaving you in the soft hue of the emergency lights and the next thing that you know he was standing in front of you, dressed in a black bodysuit and soft blue light glowing from his body. 

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Papa Henry AU

(In which Henry comes back in order to protect his beloved Toons from Joey.)

30 years ago, he had been drafted. He had packed up most of his things, save for his old desk and a handful of ideas that would never see the light of day outside of a drawer. Any project of his that DID get to the final drawing board was quickly turned over to Joey and entrusted in his care-

“I trusted you with them, Joey…”

30 years later and here he was, in his old studio with the creations he had left behind. Everyone battered, bruised, covered in some variation of blood and ink just like the rest of the studio. The overwhelming smell of ink and images of what possibly went down here were enough to make Henry sick to his stomach.

“He tortured us… For 30 years.” Bendy rasped, slinking slowly over to his creator and resting heavily against him.

“I know…” Henry sighed as he looked down at the little devil.

His ink was smudged over his eyes, but it was nothing a bit of liquid paper couldn’t fix… Just a fresh new design and-

“It’s going to take a lot to fix you all up…” The old creator slipped his arms gently around his creation and cradled him as he would his own child. “But that’ll go beyond what I can do…”

“… Thanks for coming back, Henry.” Fat, black drops of ink flowed down the toon’s once white cheek.

“… I’m sorry for leaving you guys…”



You and Jay were laying on the couch, facing each other on opposite sides on the couch. Jay had recently came back from touring and you too were having a lazy. Jay was doing last minute stuff on his phone and computer and you were playing with Oscar and P.J on your lap.

While playing with both of them an idea pops into your head.

You look at Jay and see he’s totally enveloped in what’s going on his computer, typing away.

You unlock your phone and open snapchat and bring up the puppy filter. You flip the camera so that it’s facing Jay and zoom in on his face. You pretend that your taking a selfie of yourself so that he doesn’t get suspicious.

“Hey Jay” you call out to him.

“Whats up baby girl?” He asks eyes glued still to the computer.

“Babe look at me ” you said still pretending that your looking at yourself on your phone.

Jay looks up and the cute puppy ears and nose appears on your boyfriends face. You giggle silently at how cute he looks.

“Whats wrong baby?” He asks, licking his lips, wondering why your giggling.

“Say aaaaah” you say to him. Only to get a weird look from your boyfriend.

“What baby” he says and the cute tongue comes causing you to laugh and “awe” at how cute your boyfriend looks. The video stops and you look at it and laugh at how cute he looks.

“Whats so funny?” “What are you watching babe?” Jay said wondering about  your recent demand.

“What? Oh nothing babe” you say. Jay looks at you and gets up from his spot and walks to you. You hide your phone before Jay can see the video you did of him.

“What is that ” he says tackling you. You laugh at your boyfriend and give up on your attempts of not showing him

“Ugh,  fine ” you say showing him the video. Jay looks at it dumbfounded.

“Delete it” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Why it’s so cute ” you say to him pouting.

“I will never hear the end of it if one of the guys sees me with that puppy thing ”


“Whatever it’s called ” “ You can’t post it.”

You pout even more. “Can I at least save the video, just for my eyes to see.” You ask adding puppy eyes to your pout.

He groans  “fine.” “But only for your eyes got me?”

“I got it” you say laughing.


“BAAAAAAAAABBBBBEEE” you hear Jay yell all the way from your spot in the kitchen.
“JAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY” you scream back and look up from your phone to see your boyfriend.

“Oh hey ” you say smiling at him.

“So guess who just called me?” Jay asked.

“President Obama”

“Wha- No Cha Cha did, and guess what he said”

“ He said you have pretty eyes”

“I wish. but no he didn’t, he said I looked cute with that GODDAMN PUPPY FILTER VIDEO YOU TOOK OF ME ON SNAPCHAT.”

You looked at Jay trying to hold back a laugh.

“I thought you said you deleted it?” He said to you.

“I was trying to but when I went to save it my finger accidentally pressed the “add to story” button.“

"Then why didn’t you delete it?”

“I was but you looked so cute I watched it over and over again and I forgot to delete it”

He looked at you dumbfounded. You tried in all your power not to laugh.

“How many people have seen this video?”

You thought for a moment. “Everyone”

He sighed. “Just great”

You wrapped your hands around your boyfriends neck.

“At least you looked hella cute” you said with your hands in his hair.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you while squeezing your butt.

“You’re sooooo lucky I love you” he says kissing you again giving your butt another squeeze.

“And I love you, my little puppy” you said kissing his cheek, giggling.

“Aaaaaaaaaand you ruined it” he said shaking his head and walking away, laughing, leaving you there on the kitchen floor laughing hysterically.

“Frank,” I said tiredly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to happen, and I tried all I could to come back — really, I did — but I couldn’t. And now it’s too late.”

– Voyager

Too late for what?

To love him again?

To save their marriage?

To truly be sorry for everything that happened?

To “come back” to where their relationship was, right before she fell through time, when their marriage was on shaky ground at best?

How sincere is Claire’s apology? Did she really believe she couldn’t?

It’s interesting how, 20-odd years later when Claire tells Brianna the truth, she uses similar words - but with an entirely different meaning:

“Go back!” he had said. “There’s nothing here for ye! Nothing save danger.”  

 "Is there really nothing here for me?“ I had asked. Too honorable to speak, he had answered nonetheless, and I had made my choice.  

 "It was too late,” I said, staring down at my hands, lying open on my knees. The day was darkening to rain, but my two wedding rings still gleamed in the fading light, gold and silver…

  “I loved Frank,” I said quietly, not looking at Bree. “I loved him a lot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn’t leave him. I couldn’t ,” I said, raising my head suddenly to Bree in appeal. She stared back at me, stone-faced.

– Dragonfly in Amber

Ghosts Can’t Play Exy: The Fic


Finally, GCPE the fic! I’m putting most of my stories to to side until I can finish this, because this is the first au I did for aftg. It makes some changes from the original au, but I hope you like it!

(Also: I’m using the first scene in Son Nefes for most of the dialogue in this chapter, so the credit goes to none other than the great Nora Sakavic!)

The only thing Andrew knew about Neil Josten was that he wasn’t. He wasn’t present in the moment, he wasn’t responsive, he wasn’t even there half of the time.

The first time he saw him was in the corner of the fox lounge. Andrew rocked back and forth, legs criss-crossed over the chair he was sitting on, smiling. His “teammates” were babbling nonsense and his brain wasn’t registering any of it.

He didn’t even bother, choosing instead to focus on the shadow leaning on the wall across from him. The hood of his orange PSU sweatshirt was pulled over his curly black mop, his bangs poking out just underneath the fabric. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of the sweatshirt and his jeans were baggy and torn around the knees.

His face was tilted downwards, staring at nothing in particular. Occasionally, Andrew’s eyes would pass right over the shadow as if he wasn’t even there, so he turned it into a game. He’d focus his gaze on one corner of the wall and quickly drag it towards the next, counting how many times he could catch him.


“All right.” Wymack’s voice interrupted his game, too loud for Andrew to tune him out. “We’re all here—”

Andrew turned his eyes back on the shadow, catching him a few more times.


“Finally,” Dwayne muttered.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed. He refocused on his only source of entertainment, determined to keep it up until it got boring.


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For A Reason

Woozi “Don’t Listen in Secret” Songfic

Word Count: 2448

Genre: Angst 

open this by yourself at home. -yjh

The box in your hand suddenly felt like it weighed two tons as the six words on the sticky note sent a flurry of emotions and thoughts running through your head. You only knew one person with the initials YJH and you hadn’t interacted with him in any way for months.

You and Jeonghan had been extremely close before and he was the brother you’d never had, but you’d cut off contact with him and all his bandmates after you broke up with their shining Vocal Team leader, Woozi, last September. To be completely honest, you’d officially cut out everything other than work after the break up.

While you’d valued your relationship with the boys of Seventeen and your few other friends, the break up showed you that you didn’t value them as much as you thought you did. You discovered that working in an industry where your future was never certain meant that you had to put your career above anything else, and so did they. It was a wonder your relationship lasted as long as it did now that you looked back on it.

“Let’s go,” your manager’s voice called, saving you from the trip down memory lane that you really didn’t need in the middle of promotions. You tucked the box into your bag which you slung over your shoulder before you followed your manager out of the building and into the car for the ride to the broadcasting station.

It wasn’t until six hours later that you finally had some time to yourself. You wandered into an empty practice room and sat down to open the box that’d been in the back of your mind all day. You gently pried the lid off of the small box to find a single USB inside with another sticky note attached to it.

thought you should hear this… -yjh (PS we all miss you)

You tried to ignore the last few words on the sticky note and pulled the USB out of the box. Your hands repeatedly turned the USB over as you contemplated looking into its contents. However, curiosity got the best of you and you went to grab your laptop, trusting that Jeonghan’s would be true and that this was something you needed to hear.

The USB turned out to hold nothing but a single file titled track21_guide.mp3 that was 3:57 seconds long. Jeonghan had sent you a song and you’d be willing to bet money that it was a song Woozi wrote. Did you really want to listen to the track?

It’d been about two months since the break up and that time had been one where you’d thrown yourself into work once again. You’d definitely thought about Woozi and reminisced a few times, but what good was it to stir up old feelings again. The complicated feelings that a relationship brought had no place in your busy life in the middle of your promotions and you didn’t need anything to ruin that. Yet, you trusted Jeonghan, even after a while without contact and you knew he only wanted the best for you and you made up your mind to give the track a listen despite not knowing what to expect.

Taking a deep breath, you hit play and a simple piano melody started escaping your laptop. The track wasn’t complex, just a single piano so far, but it set the mood and grabbed your attention with the first few measures. The notes and chords were calm and soothing, but at the same time they were so melancholy. This wasn’t like anything you’d heard from Woozi before, but before you had the time to be surprised about the new music style, his voice spread through the room.

“We’re growing apart, then we just need to hold on
All I needed to do was hold on so we wouldn’t grow apart”

And it hit you.

Jeonghan thought you needed to hear this for a reason and now you knew why. You were only about 30 seconds into the song, but you knew. This song was about Woozi and you.

Whether he wrote it for you or not, it was still about the two of you.

Woozi always had a way with words and the realization hit you in the face once again in those few seconds. Somehow, Woozi had summed up your relationship, and everything that went wrong with it, in those few words.

At the time, you’d felt so many emotions and it had all been so complicated in your head, but listening to Woozi’s voice, you realized it’d been that simple all along - neither of you fought to hold on.

His voice continued to flow out of your laptop’s speakers and your mind threatened to take you back in time to relive the memories of your relationship and the break up.

“We should break up.” The words you’d thought about for the last month left your lips as you stared at his back from your spot on the couch behind him. You’d been sitting there in silence since you walked into the studio and you needed to say something.

“We should,” were the words that left his mouth as his eyes finally left the monitor in front of him and he turned around in his swivel chair to face you. There were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and you could see the hint of stubble starting to grow in, signaling to you that he hadn’t gone back to the dorm last night. His face was covered in signs of all nighters like it had been the last few times you’d seen him.

You thought back and the last time you could remember his face being cleanly shaved and fully rested was the day he’d been on a V-Live two weeks ago. Since then, he’d locked himself in the studio every day and went home at 9am for a two hour nap and shower before coming right back. He was dedicated to his work and he was going all in like he always did. The sleepless, and probably also foodless, nights weren’t new to him and this fact wasn’t new to you either. In fact, his dedication to his craft was one of the reasons you fell for him.

You’d fallen in love with the person that was willing to give up sleep to create better music not only for himself, but for his teammates and fans. You fell in love with the person in love with his job. You fell in love with the person who stepped up to responsibility and not away from it, even if he felt burdened by it, because he was doing it for people he treasured. You fell for the person who put that work before himself. His selfless dedication to his work was one of the biggest reasons you fell in love, and now it was one of the biggest reasons you knew you had to break up with him.

His work was always going to be first for him. The sheer number of fans and teammates expecting that of him along with his sense of responsibility guaranteed that. You would always be number two on his list of priorities.

But you couldn’t blame him since you were the same way.

In the last month, you’d had one date with him and while you weren’t expecting daily meetups with both your busy careers, this wasn’t what you wanted out of a romantic relationship. The date had been at the cafe by your company building and had been cut short when you’d gotten the call to practice. The two of you had promised to reschedule before parting ways, and yet, that never happened.

Neither of you reached out to reschedule and both of you focused on your work because that was  reality. As much as you enjoyed your times together, your careers always came first. You were thrown into TV appearances and music shows while he was thrown into the recording booth for hours on end.

Sure thoughts of him roamed your mind in between broadcasts or in car rides to the company building after schedules, but you never pulled out your phone to tell him you’d thought of him and instead used the time to practice your song one more time or sleep that extra ten minutes to build up energy for the recording you had in half an hour. You loved him and he knew it. There was no need to constantly tell him when you were both busy with your lives. Anything to solidify your future and relevance for one more day seemed so much more crucial than talking to your boyfriend for an extra two minutes. Coming up with one more imitation of another a cartoon produced more tangible results than another “did you eat?” text to your boyfriend.

You didn’t know when this sort of mindset first set in, but it was there and one day, you noticed that Woozi wasn’t in your frequently contacted list anymore and that your last real conversation about anything other than work had been a week ago when he’d told you about Mingyu’s need to beat him at PES at least once and you’d told him about your manager’s obsession with PES in return. The last time you’d seen him had been in his studio as well and you’d just sat in his studio writing your lyrics as he worked on the Seventeen album, the two of you in silence the whole time and the only interaction that day being a distracted hug goodbye.

And that was when you realized it - your relationship wasn’t a relationship anymore.

Well, it was.

But at the same time, it wasn’t.

Something wasn’t right and you knew exactly what it was - and you didn’t know what to make of it. It felt weird to think about breaking up with a man you hadn’t fallen out of love with, but staying in a relationship that wasn’t a priority and just a relationship in name felt just as weird.  Hearing him agree with the words that came out of your mouth, you knew he’d recognized it too. The only problem was that neither of you were willing to change the order of your priorities. The work that gratified thousands, even millions of people would always come before your personal life. That was the life you’d chosen when you decided to be an idol as a career and there was no going back.

It wasn’t an issue of wanting to break up, but a case where you should break up.

And maybe that was worse, but that had been it. You’d experienced the world’s most anticlimactic breakup. There’d been no shouting and no tears, just a mutual understanding that it didn’t logically add up to continue - simple as that. Not much had changed after the breakup other than you slowly losing contact with him and his bandmates completely as you continued to focus on your career and not a tear had been shed over him throughout that time.

You still loved him.

That was a weird thought to think about since you seemed to love work more, but that sentence was never untrue. You still loved him.

You still admired his leadership and found his eye smile adorable whenever you saw it on tv. His name was still the first thing that came to mind whenever you saw anyone spinning a pen in their hands. You still had his number memorized by heart. Maybe to others being in love and not acting on it was a dumb thought, but to you it was the most logical decision and all you knew.

With that thought, you realized the music had turned off and the song had ended. The only thing you could recall from the song were the first two lines and you’d missed the rest in your thought tangent. Snapping out of your reverie, you shook your head and tried to gather your thoughts. Nothing had changed since then other than another album having been added to your discography as an idol. There was no need to get this invested into a random guide track.

Maybe you were reading too much into it. The person who didn’t have time to set up a date with you probably didn’t have time to write a song for you. Jeonghan was probably just being the swindler he is. This was probably just an album spoiler and his way of trying to get into contact with you again since he’d been the member you were closest with after Woozi.


But while those thoughts ran through your head, you knew deep down that they weren’t true. Jeonghan was too much of a worry wart to send you something like this for a reason as simple as that. This song was for you and you were supposed to hear it.

Realizing that you’d missed most of the song in your little flashback, you steeled yourself for whatever the song might bring and you hit replay, forcing yourself to pay attention to the lyrics this time around.

The beginning was the same and you felt the same unique and unnamable emotions wash over you again. Was it regret? Emptiness? Acceptance? You didn’t know what it was, but you could feel it.

The piano continued to be prevalent in the song as it progressed until it faded out and the drums came forward. You listened to the lyrics as the song progressed and with every word Woozi sang, your thoughts grew more jumbled as you tried to sort out your feelings and why he’d written this song. Every word in the song was tailored to you and knowing that fact only furthered your list of thoughts you didn’t need at 3AM before a music show.

“You have to hear this song.
Don’t listen to this song and act like you didn’t hear it.
Can you please come back if you hear my heart?”

Each lyric combined with the raw emotion in Woozi’s voice washed over you and asked one question of you - could you go back?

The temptation to answer that question with a yes was definitely there, but you knew the reality. The words in the first verse would always ring true - it’s not as easy as it sounds and the sad reality was that both your priorities remained the same.

You knew what your answer to Jeonghan’s unspoken question was and as the last notes of the song rang out through the room as you grabbed your phone to message him: It’s over for a reason.

Written by Admin Sea

Concerning Yuu in the latest chapter...

Am I the only one who’s thinking that Yuu’s enthusiasm to destroy the world to bring back the Hyakuya kids is a little bit…out of character?

I mean, until now I saw Yuu as a caring, kind, people loving boy who’s the type to protect but not to sacrifice.

And now he’s talking about using an experiment that once caused the apocalypse and killed so many people, willing to destroy the world for his own selfish reason: To bring back his dead family.

Keep reading

Dropping By (1/?)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting

Pairings : Sam x reader , Dean x reader

Originally posted by hunterchesters

  You’re woken up by  your doorbell ,followed by series of loud knocks on your front door. You roll over to look at your clock,

“ 2 in the fucking morning. You think they could atleast call first. ” you mumble as you drag yourself to your door.  You were a helpline for hunters, whether they needed information on a hunt, or to be patched up after a hard case. Usually you at least get a warning call, but whoever’s at your door obviously doesn’t know how to use a fucking phone. You whip your front door open, not bothering checking who it is, which you know is a dumb move, but right now you don’t care.

When you look up your met with vibrant green eyes. A smile instantly appears on your face,

  “ Dean ! ” You leap at him , throwing your arms around his neck. He lets out a deep laugh , wrapping his arms around your waist .  You hear someone clear there throat and look up behind Dean.

  “ You’re both here ?! please tell me no one kick started the end of the world again. ” You push off Dean to pull Sam into a hug. His giant arms engulf you into a bear hug ,making you let out a giggle.  The boys follow you into your home, and plop themselves on your couch.  You go right to the kitchen, grabbing them each a beer. When you get back you plant yourself between the boys, and wait for them to explain.   Dean throws his arm over your shoulders, hugging you close to him.  Does he know what he does to me? how is it possible to be that handsome. Damn .   You think back to when you met the boys at Bobby’s a couple years ago . You feel yourself blush, recalling how the first time the boys saw you was when you  were dancing around Bobby’s in a giant tee and underwear while making coffee.   Dean sighing breaks you out of your memory, and reminds your that you’re still waiting for an answer.

“ well boys, anyone going to tell me why you appeared on my doorstep at 2 in the morning, WITHOUT A PHONE CALL?!” They both wince when your voice rises. You stand up , sticking your hands on your hips while your stare at them . 

“ we just finished a case a couple hours away ,and figured we’d just drop by and say hi. Nothings wrong Y/n,  can’t we just miss you?” sams says, he pulls his puppy eyes out, and you melt.  Damn it Sammy .

“ Alright alright .You both look exhausted, go get washed up and decide whose sleeping where . I’ll go get the guest room cleaned up. ” You lean over and kiss both boys on the forehead.  Since you met them , you’ve been close with them .You help them on hunts, patch them up, and just hangout with them . You and Sam bond over books and tv series, things Dean claims as “nerd stuff” . They are both your bestfriends, but you feel a little differently towards the older Winchester. You openly flirt with eachother, nothing more has ever come of it though . You trust them both with your life, and nothing could ever change that.  As you’re making the guest bed, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. Before you turn around , you are tackled onto the bed. A shriek leaves your lips as you land, with another body on top of you. You can tell its dean, by the lack of shaggy brown hair in your face .

“ Oh my God Dean, get off me ! You’re going to smush me ! ” you start to struggle underneath him while he lets outs a chuckle.

  He leans off you so hes hovering over you . Your breath hitches when you think of the position your in. A blush  appears on your cheeks, making a smirk appear on Deans.  Can he read my fucking mind? Or is his just as in the gutter?  Dean’s still hovering over you while his body is between your legs.   So help me God if Sam walks-  Your thoughts are cut short by exactly what you hope wouldn’t happen. Sam walks in with a towel around his waist and his duffel in his hand , a curios look on his face.

“ Dean you lost fair and square, couch is waiting for you. “  Dean gets off you , mocking what Sam said as he leaves the room. You try to stifle a laugh at the boys, but fail .

Sam sends you a devious grin .

” so what was that all about Y/n? “ He asks slyly. 

  ” Wipe that smug smirk off your face Sammy, before I do.“ You threaten. He rolls his eyes, and you hear him mumble what sounds like ” idiots” under his breath. You roll your eyes and walk to the door. You turn back around and give Sam a quick kiss on the cheek ,and said goodnight. He shuts the door behind you, you here Dean in the shower so You open the door, to say goodnight but before the words leave your mouth Dean speaks,

“ Come to join me sweetheart. ” You can hear the smirk on his face.  I wish. what a fucking tease.

“ Keep dreaming Winchester, I came to say goodnight. ” you lean yourself against the counter.

 He peeks his head out from behind the curtain, “  come on sweetheart, it would save water if you did .” You roll your eyes . Does he have an off button?

“ Fine fine, but one day ill get you to say yes. ” Dean always knows how to rile you  up. Sometimes you think he isn’t kidding when he says stuff like this, but then you realize he just feels comfortable enough around you to be himself. Nothing more. You say goodnight and head back towards your bed. When you get there, you strip off your pants, and crawl your way under the covers. About 10 minutes later you hear your door open, and close. You feel the bed dip behind you, and the scent of Deans body wash fills your nose. What the hell?

“ Dean, incase you haven’t notice, this isn’t the couch honey” The sarcasm drips from your voice, but he only laughs in return.

“ Sweetheart, you’re not really going to make me sleep on that thing are you? ” By now he’s under the blankets, you forget your pantsless until he snakes his arm around your waist. His hand is resting on your bare hip, sending shivers through your body .

Originally posted by maybe-just-one-more

“ Uh Dean , what are-”

  “ Will you calm down, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. The only difference is apparently now you sleep without pants. Which, I’m not against. “  You can hear the flirty tone in his voice, but you ignore it .He’s right, you have shared a bed on hunts, and sometimes at Bobby’s .  You shake off your nerves, and scoot your body back into Deans, so he’s fully spooning you. His grip tightens on your waist, you hold in a moan at the feeling of being so close to him. It’s like the universe just wants to torture me. You both stay silent for a while, you shift around a little bit trying to get comfortable until Dean tightens his grip on you even harder.

” y/n , can you stop wiggling your ass against me? Don’t create a problem , unless you’re going to take care of it sweetheart.“  You let out a huff, and feel his chest shake with laughter. He thinks he is so funny, lets see how funny it is when I play back .

You start moving your ass against deans crotch again,  you can feel his dick start to harden against you  and you barely hold in a whimper at the feeling.He tightens his grip as a warning but you ignore it.  His hands move,sliding under your shirt and resting right under your bare boobs, barely grazing them . But the movement is enough to send a spark through you . He moves his mouth to your ear ,

” Don’t start this game Y/n . Go to sleep .“ He moves away , and places a kiss on the back of your head. Such a bastard. Just wait Dean.

 You take his warning and comply.  You’re too tired to deal with this right now, and frankly , you don’t know what has gotten into the both of you tonight . Harmless flirting is normal for you guys, but what just happened, this physical teasing is new. But you plan on testing this out tomorrow . You won’t let Dean win whatever game he started.

Big Bang reactions to their gf getting severely hurt on an accident

[GIFs not mine]

He was working with his members in the studio for their comeback when he got the call. He couldn’t believe you got in a car accident. He didn’t want to explain to the others yet so he just told them he has to go because it’s urgent. He came as fast as he could. When he saw you connected to all of those machines he shed a few tears and then sat next to your bed, holding your hand. He stayed by your side until Daesung and Taeyang came to the hospital to pick him up. He didn’t want to leave you, so Daesung stayed with you and promised if anything changed he’ll call. He was really emotional when he heard you almost died. He couldn’t imagine how would he live without you.
“She’s in a coma, I c-can’t leave-e h-her like that…”

Originally posted by militarytabi

It was late at night when you were going home from work. You texted Jiyong you’re getting home and suddenly while you were passing the road, a drunk driver hit you. You didn’t even see him because he was too fast. In one moment you felt everything, but nothing. An hour later Jiyong got a call from the hospital and immediately left. He was lucky because today was his day off, but he planned a great date for today and it all crashed, his whole plan. He was scared to hear what the doctor will say. He entered the room, saw you in bandages and laying still. He ran to your bed and told you how worried he is. He couldn’t believe you were the unlucky person who got hit by a drunk driver. He decided he’ll find him since he didn’t even stop and call an ambulance. He had his mind on finding him.
“Don’t worry Jagiya, I’ll find him, okay? Just wake up… Please.*Leans to your head and kisses you*”

Originally posted by violaone

Your day started couple hours ago and it was already time for lunch. You went to lunch with your co-workers in a car. But while you were driving a truck driver hit you and your car fell off a bridge, but on your luck, it wasn’t very high and the river beneath it was peaceful. He was just practicing with some rookies and it was their 10-minute break when he got a call from the hospital. He couldn’t leave them like that but when he told the staff you were in the hospital they let him go because after all you were his girlfriend and he deeply cared about you. He came and a doctor told him, you have to go through 2 difficult operations and you’ll have scars for the rest of your life. He just sat next to your bed and prayed for you. He was only hoping for help and praying for you.
“Please…Don’t take her away from me… Please, I beg you…*Holds your hand*”

Originally posted by sushihairjiyong

You just texted him you’re going to do some grocery shopping when a car hit you. You saw the car, but you didn’t see him moving towards you. He just texted you back, when you were laying on the road, blood coming out of your nose, your arms were broken… Luckily you regained your conciseness for a while in an ambulance and you asked them to call Daesung. They called him and he was really shocked and couldn’t believe it at first. He didn’t want to believe it. He rushed to the hospital and saw you laying in the bed, nurses besides you, getting you ready for your operation. He watched them take you away to the operation room and stayed there a whole night until they finished. He texted other members in a group chat telling them you were in the hospital and they called him and cheered him up.
“But hyungs… She might not be okay… They said she has to go through 3 more operations…”

Originally posted by gdragondaily

Your day normally started early in the morning, but for today you decided to get up little later and when you did you dressed up and went to the mall with your friends. On the way back, while you were driving on the main road, another car tried to go past you but ended up hitting a truck and pushing you beneath the truck. You were unconcise when the ambulance came and drove you to the hospital. They found your phone and called your boyfriend who you had saved as an emergancy contact. He was at home working and when they called him and told him everything, he left the papers and asked his manager to do them and hurried to the hospital. When he saw you, he couldn’t help but cry. He stayed with you until he could, after a few days you woke up and since you’d gotten better he came back to work. He never forgot that feeling when he got a call from the hospital.
“She’s getting better, right?”

Originally posted by clumsypenguin

anonymous asked:

Can u do one where Josh is using you for sex? And you don't realize it until he has to spell it out for you and you are completely heartbroken. Happy ending tho please, however you decide to do it. (Like maybe Josh is actually crushing on you, but doesn't realize it till you leave?)

this was soo much longer than i intended wowowow, enjoy!! xx.


Your phone vibrates halfway through your shift, leaving it a good four hours to just steadily burn a hole in your pocket.  You secretly wonder if the text is from him.  You spend the afternoon pouring coffee and bussing tables, trying to put the boy from last night out of your mind.  It doesn’t work, and the longer you ignore the text, the more you find yourself hoping it’s him.  

Needless to say, the next four hours drag on.  Normally, you’d have time to sneak away for a minute just to peak at your phone, but Saturday’s at the cafe were always busy, so despite your curiosity, you were forced to wait.  

“Any fun plans for the rest of the weekend?” your boss asks once the closed sign has been flipped and you were scrubbing the final dish in the sink.

“Not a whole lot,” you say honestly.  You wipe your damp hands on your apron before shrugging it off from around your neck, hanging it up for the weekend.  Once your hands were dry, you could finally pull your phone out of your pocket, clicking the home button and smiling widely at the name flashing across your screen, the one you’d saved in your contacts just last night.  You swallow the lump in your throat and try to cover up your sudden excitement, “I’ve got some school work I should be catching up on.”

“Well try to have a little fun, won’t you?” she says, rubbing your shoulder gently, “Be safe, see you Monday,” she calls on her way out.  

You wave, offering her a soft smile before she’s out the door.  

You were finally free to open the text message.  

You slide to the right, shaking your head realizing that if it is him, you’d have to save his contact as “guy from the bar” or something. You’re only slightly ashamed that you never did learn his name.  

hoping you had as much fun as i did last night’ one of the messages read, and then another a couple of hours later, ‘sitting here… hoping you wrote down the right number

You bite back a smile before typing a response, ‘so sorry! ive been at work all day.  i had fun last night too!

There was a big part of you that felt ashamed for having sex with a guy you’d met at a shabby bar.  You’d spent the latter part of the morning beating yourself up about it.  It was unlike you to go out at night, let alone go home with the most tattooed guy in the place.  But he was just so captivating, sitting across the bar with his bright, pink-dyed hair and electric smile.  He made small talk with everyone around him, laughing and socializing like being in a grungy bar at half-past two was the most normal thing in the world.  And once his caramel eyes locked with yours, your mind turned to mush.  

You had morals.  Standards even.  But his voice was so sweet and his words were so methodical.  Even the way he sauntered over was magical.  More of a glide than a walk.  How could someone look so good in just black jeans and a t-shirt.  

“You’re all alone,” he observed, tilting his drink in your direction.

Your eyes widened, surprised that this obviously interesting boy was talking to you, of all people.  

You nod, your tongue numb, your mind blank.  Suddenly you forgot how to form sentences.  

He chuckles at your blank stare, “No offense, but what’re you doing hanging out at a place like this on a Friday night?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you defend, insecure about him pointing out your solitude.  You were always insecure about your socialization skills.  You’d always been quiet, more comfortable alone than with people.  

“Fair point,” the boy says, taking a seat next to you and looking straight ahead as he sipped his beer, “we’re both loners then.”

“Loner has such a negative connotation,” you contest.  

He chuckles, “Is there a term you like better?”

“We’re socializing,” you point out, “so technically I’m not completely alone.  But yeah, ‘flying solo’ has a little more dignity to it.”

The boy raises his eyebrow along with his beer bottle, “To flying solo then,” he says, and you clink your drinks together.  

He starts asking questions about you after that.  He’s so curious about where you come from and what your passions were.  He asked about music taste.  Favorite bands, favorite genres, favorite instruments.  You ask back, of course.  But he doesn’t seem too inclined to talk about himself.  

Of course the cute tattooed boy had to be mysterious as well.  

You could have said no after he threw a wad of cash on the bar and extended his hand towards you.  The words lingered on the tip of your tongue, waiting for a breath of air to tip them over the edge, but then you heard the voices of your family and friends echoing through your mind.  Everyone was always telling you to be more carefree, have fun, let loose.  They were never hesitant to point out that you studied too much, worked too hard.  With their imagined encouragements in the background, you bit your lip and took his hand, letting this mysterious figure lead you across the room and out the door.  He held tight and didn’t look back, weaving through the street and all the way to his second-floor apartment.  

The bed wasn’t made and there were clothes scattered on the floor.  You had knots in your stomach once the sudden realization of what you’d decided to do sunk in, but the minute that he brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb and pressed his lips to yours, all of that melted away.


You tip-toed around his room hastily.  You felt panicked, wondering what the hell you’d just done.  You kicked stuff around, looking for your other shoe in the dark.  Your ears pounded with shame and guilt and you desperately needed to inhale some fresh air.  Just as you were about to give up on your shoe and bolt out the door, the boy let out a loud sigh.  You turned and looked at him, laying on his stomach, sleeping peacefully under the one blanket he had on his bed.  His heavy breathing filled the room, you let your face ease up, gazing at the resting face of the boy you’d just slept with.  

He was gentle and soft and kind and as much shame you felt, you had to admit that you didn’t completely regret it.  

You grab a sticky note from his desk and scribble out a note to leave behind, your number and the indication that you did, in fact, have a good time.  

You quietly shut the door behind you, smiling without realizing it and oblivious to the fact that you had only one shoe on as you walked home.  

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see the boy again.  You were hopeful that his text would lead to a possible invitation, but you tried not to get your hopes up.  You were timid about rejection.  

You’re only two steps out the door of the cafe when your phone buzzes again.  The boy from the bar was quick to respond.  

Any chance you’d want to do it again sometime?

Your smile’s so big, your skin starts to hurt from stretching.  

of course’ you reply.  

just name the time and place’ he types back.

your house? 10 minutes?’

‘you got it.’

You chuckle at your own spontaneity and hesitate only briefly before replying, ‘see you in 10’

The speed of sound barely has time to disperse your knock before the door is swinging open and a puff of pink hair is pouncing on you.  His lips press firmly to yours and he takes your bag off from your shoulder, tossing it on the chair, and wrapping his arms around your waste in one swift, motion.  

“You actually came,” he says, smiling against your lips.

“I said I would,” you say breathlessly.

He wastes no time in helping you shrug off your jacket.  

He seems rushed and desperate, but just as gentle as the night before.  

You go until you can’t anymore.  Until you’re both left in a panting heap on his bed, wrapped in sweat and sheets, staring up at the ceiling, your limbs intertwined.  

“I’m Josh, by the way,” he says, laughing slightly.  He holds his hand in the air for you to shake.  

You cup your hand over your mouth, covering the giggle that bubbles in your chest.  “Y/N,” you say, taking his hand and making your first introductions.  

You actually stick around for a bit this time, laying in Josh’s bed, talking.  He’s still a bit hesitant to talk about himself.  After some significant probing, he does finally tell you where he’s from and that tells you that him and his best friend are in the early stages of starting a band, says they’ve even toured around the U.S. a few times.  He talks about the music and the logistics of it all.  He also tells you about how much he can’t wait to get out of Columbus.  And when he asks where you’d like to go in the world, you feel stupid because you’ve barely left the midwest.  He’s traveled a lot, you can just tell.  Your waitressing job and useless English major pail in comparison to Josh’s adventures.  

It’s your growling stomach that snaps you back into reality.  You check your phone and realize hours have passed since you stopped by.  

“Was that your stomach or a monster under my bed?” Josh asks, leaning up enough to laugh at you.  

You hide your face in embarrassment before sitting up and dangling your feet off the bed.  

“I haven’t eaten since like eleven this morning,” you say, trying to defend yourself.

“Okay then, I have a very serious question for you,” Josh says, “Do you like waffles?”

Josh drives to this diner that’s only a few miles away.  It’s tucked away on the corner of a deserted intersection and you’re surprised you’d never even noticed it after all the years you’d lived in Columbus.  

You sit in a booth across from Josh and slurp down the chocolate shake he insisted you order.  It really was delicious.  

“Make sure you get every last drop,” Josh chuckles after you started sucking up nothing but air, making a loud obnoxious noise with your straw.  

You laugh out loud and push your milkshake to the side, slightly disappointed that you’d drank it so quickly.  

You end up ordering something on the menu titled “Hungry Trucker’s Special” upon Josh’s suggestion.  It’s accompanied by two large waffles, bacon, eggs, and toast.  Your eyes widen when the giant plate is laid in front of you and you look at him in disbelief.

“You expect me to eat this?” you say in disbelief.

He laughs and starts digging into his much smaller plate.  

Aside from your bulging waist band, the evening was nice.  Josh talks more about himself, telling you a bit about his family and more about his band.  He has a way of telling stories that just makes you want to listen.  Not that he’s a wordsmith or whatever, but he’s just so interesting.  Everything about him intrigues you, to the point where whenever he asks you a  question, you feel like it’s a waste of time, because you’re  no where near as fascinating.  

You’re sad to see the evening end, but you thank Josh for such a fun night before heading home.  He even suggests that you do it again sometime, which sends your stomach into flip mode.  

You think a lot about Josh in the following days.  You’re not sure what the protocol for this type of situation was, but when two days go by without any word, you decide to shoot him a text.  

It goes unanswered.  

And you’re disappointed in yourself when you realize how bothered by it you are.  

You run through various scenarios in your head, wondering if you did something weird or came off too strong.  Were you too desperate?  Too clingy?  You shouldn’t have texted first.  That was a bad move.  

Tuesday rolls around and another shift at the cafe starts.  You talk to your boss about your mellow Sunday and continue taking orders and wiping table surfaces.  You think you’re going crazy when a puff of pink hair flashes in the door just as the bell rings.  You refuse to do a double take until a sweet, familiar voice rings through the shop.  You look up from the table you’re taking an order from and see Josh walking into the cafe with a brown haired boy, around the same age as him, and a pretty blonde.  They sit in the window seat, Josh on one side of the table, his friend and the blonde on the other.  

You have to force your attention back on your current customer and finish their order before you head over with three menus and your pad of paper.  

“Hi there,” you say, as calm as possible.  

Josh looks up from his phone, his face surprised.  “Y/N,” he says.  “You work here?”

You nod smiling, “Glamorous waitress, I know,” you chuckle.  

Josh’s friend and the girl are looking at Josh for an explanation.  He finally clears his throat before introducing you.  “Tyler, Jenna, this is Y/N, um… a friend.  Y/N, this is Tyler and Jenna.”

You cringe slightly at the ‘friend’ label he threw at you, but you give them both a smile.  “Nice to meet you,” you say warmly.  

“Aw yeah, Josh mentioned something about a girl from the bar,” Tyler says, positioning his body so he was facing you better.  “This is a sick place to work, very modern, very aesthetic.”

You chuckle at his description, but he seemed genuine about his statement, not condescending of any sort.  

“Yeah, it’s not bad.  I mean, it’s not a rock band or anything but we all have to make due.”

“You’ve heard of us?” he says excitedly, flashing his white teeth your way.  

“Josh told me,” you clarify.

“Way to promo, bro,” Tyler says happily, nudging Josh from across the table.  “Hey, we’re having a gig tonight in Columbus, you should come.”

“Really?” You look excitedly at Josh, but he was staring at Tyler instead.  

“Yeah, totally,” Tyler says.  “Can’t promise you’ll like our tunes, but there’s a bar there, so you can’t lose, really.”

You chuckle, absentmindedly flipping the page in your notebook, thinking that by the looks of it, Josh wasn’t even the one who wanted you there.  He’d barely looked at you this whole conversation.  But Tyler’s hopeful ‘common’, persuades you and you think what the hell.  “Yeah, okay.  I’ll go.”

You find yourself regretting that promise shortly before it was time to leave.  You stood in front of the mirror, rustling your hair and trying to flatten out the wrinkly fabric of your shirt.  You couldn’t help but remember the way Josh blatantly ignored you at the cafe.  You wondered if he was just as ashamed of your one night stand as you originally were.  

You sighed heavily, cracking your neck to the side, and determining that if you didn’t leave now, you’d be late.  

You send Josh a text message just for good measure, letting him know you were on your way and excited to see him play.  This time he actually responded.  A simple, ‘awesome,’ with a smiley face emoji.  Enough to keep you intrigued.  

The venue was close by.  You were grateful for the amount of parking spaces vacated considering  the fact that you didn’t think you could walk very far in the heels you managed to squeeze on.  The venue was like a small club, the music was playing through these giant speakers and there were dimly lit blue and green lights flashing.  The people were shoulder to shoulder, dancing, swaying, jumping, drinking.  

Tyler had instructed you that they would be starting at eleven, so you had about fifteen minutes to kill.  The stage was set up, drums and a piano, but no sight of your Josh or Tyler.  You squeezed your way up to the front. Not like anyone cared that much anyway, and found your place on the left side of the stage against the rail the security had set up.  

You felt awkward, standing alone with nothing but a phone and small wallet in your hand.  You nervously twist your hair between your fingers and wander back to earlier in the day.  Josh didn’t seem to thrilled with Tyler inviting you to the gig.  Part of you couldn’t blame him.  I mean it’s not like you two were together or anything.  You’d only slept together.  Twice.  And talked all night wrapped up in each others arms.  

You shake the image out of your head.  You were overthinking it.  All of it.  This was just supposed to be for fun, to prove you weren’t a stick in the mud.  You never intended to actually have feelings for Josh.  Therefore you can’t blame him if they weren’t reciprocated.  You were a one night stand (or two nights in this case).  Just the girl at the bar.  You’d watch the show tonight, then you’d go.  Because one night stands didn’t stick around.

Suddenly, the flashing blue lights stop and the entire room goes dark.  At first you think it’s trouble with the circuit or something, but then you hear this faint humming noise and realize it’s all part of their act.  After an excruciating amount of time just waiting in the dark, you watch as the two of them finally take the stage, Josh taking a seat at the drums and Tyler sauntering over towards the microphone.  

They put on an incredible show and you can’t even deny it.  You watch, in awe, not knowing any of their lyrics or even understanding half the words Tyler’s spewing out so quickly, but you’re energized and you’re hooked on the way he puts so much effort into it.  They’re nothing like the two, awkward boys you spoke to in a cafe earlier.  There’s motive behind their eyes and fire erupting around them.  

Josh keeps looking at you.  You grip onto the rail in front of you and can’t help but notice every time his eyes flicker your way.  Your heart palpitates every time your eyes lock with his.  You can’t help it, the boy was just so damn intriguing.  

After a night of full night of entertainment and unexpected surprises, including a back flip and Tyler diving head-first into the crowd, the boys finally wrap up their show.  Your heart pounds in your chest as everyone cheers so loudly once they exit.  You’re thrilled and excited and all the more fascinated with Josh.

But then you remember the promise you made to yourself before the show.  You’d watch, and then you’d leave.  That was the way it had to be.  So you squeeze your way out of the crowd, muttering ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ to all the people you crash into and make your way back to the door, pushing it open and walking towards your car.  

You feel shitty, overwhelmed and messy.  Like who were you to fall for the guy that picked you up at a bar?  The one with pink hair and one set of dishes in his cabinet.  You squeeze your eyes shut because it was stupid.  It had been less than a week.  You shouldn’t be feeling this bad about walking away.

You sit in your car, pulling out your phone to check the time when you realize Josh had called you, only minutes ago.  You bite your lip, wondering if you should call back.  Instead, you wait.  But you don’t have to wait for long.  A text from Josh comes in.

‘Where’d you go?’ He asks.

heading to my car’ is all you respond.

wait up, i’ll be right there’ Josh types back, almost immediately.  You bite your lip, pocketing your phone, before getting out of your car.  You lean against the door as you stuff both of your hands in your pockets and breathing in the cool night air.

“Y/N!” you hear Josh call from across the parking lot.  

You turn and look at where his voice came from.  He had just exited the back entrance door to the venue and he was running over, still in the same tank top that he performed in.  

“Hey,” you say as he gets closer.  

“Were you gonna take off?” he asks, “without saying hi?”

“Well, I just figured you’d be busy after the show—“ you say, trying not to look like such an asshole.  “So I thought I’d just head out…”

“Well I was hoping maybe you could keep me busy…” Josh’s voice trails off.

You should say no.  Your emotional wellbeing is begging you to say no.  You just weren’t made for the hit-it-and-quit-it lifestyle.  But Josh’s hair is damp with sweat and he’s still breathing heavy and it just isn’t fair the way he’s biting his lip and looking at you.  So you nod your head yes, knowing you’d regret it later, but not really caring much about that now and you let Josh lead you back into the venue.  He squeezed your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers and leading the way to a small storage unit out back.  You cringe at the musty smell, but the minute he presses his lips against yours, you’re overcome with everything Josh.

When you’re both finished, left panting and naked, clothes scattered throughout the storage room, you cling to him, your fingers digging into the flesh of his biceps, your head resting on his sweaty shoulder.  

Neither of you speak.  Your hot breathes fill the air.  You stay like that until Josh’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket.  You step away from him, hastily grabbing your clothes and trying to pull them back on.  

“Hello?”  Josh answers his phone.  

“Uh— yeah.. I’ll be there in just a sec…” he pauses as he tries to pull his pants on, “what?  No I was just trying to find a shower— shut up. I’ll be right there.”  

Josh hangs up the phone before grabbing the rest of his wardrobe and dressing himself.  

“That was Tyler,” he says, “just wondering where I was.”

“Oh, are you guys doing something tonight?” you ask casually, hoping that maybe Josh would invite you along.

“Not really, just me him and Jenna are grabbing a bite to eat.”

Clearly not an invitation.  

“Right,” you say quietly, “I’ll just get going then-“

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

You look up just as you were gripping the door handle.

“Cause I don’t know if you like pizza, or whatever, but if you’re hungry, you could come.”


“I mean— if you wanted to,” he says.  

You nod slowly before waiting for him to finish getting dressed, then the two of you walk out of the closet, careful to not draw attention to yourselves, and then go to find Tyler and Jenna.

They’re backstage still.  Tyler’s sitting on a chair with his feet up on a table, scrolling through his phone with a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth.  

“So pizza?” Josh asks, making Tyler look up from his phone.

Tyler looks between you and Josh.  You try desperately to hide your guilty face, but the silence is killing you so you go with plan B instead.

“Great show tonight, Ty,” you say, giving him a warm smile.

He turns back to you and grins, “You liked it?”

“Yeah, you guys were incredible.”

Tyler gets up from his chair, carefully putting his feet back on the floor.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, are you joining us for pizza then?”

“If that’s okay,” you say shyly, looking from Tyler then back to Josh.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay.  Just gotta wait for the misses, she’s chatting with a friend.”

Within ten minutes you’re on the road, piled into Tyler’s car, you and Josh both in the backseat.  Tyler and Josh talk about the show, highs and lows and people they recognized from other shows.  

The pizza shop they choose is close by.  No more than a mile or two away.  You trail behind Jenna as the two boys lead their way into the place.  

“So do you go to every show?” you ask her, trying to make small talk.  

She nods, smiling, “Yeah, I guess it kind of came in the job duties of dating Tyler.  It’s not bad though.  They put on such a good show every night, it’s fun to watch.  Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, grateful for how easy Jenna was to talk to.  You weren’t sure why, but being around Josh in a nonsexual way was so intimidating for you.  At least you had her and Tyler as a buffer for tonight.  

The night goes fairly smooth.  The boys continue to talk about the show.  You like hearing Josh talk about his music.  His face lights up and the little dimples around his face show when he smiles so big.  You can tell how much he really likes it.  

Tyler starts asking you probing questions then, about where you’re from and what you do.  You disclose that you’re a student at Ohio State and that your job at the cafe is what pays the bills.  You stop once you realize how dull your life is in comparison.  

Josh seems fascinated by the idea of your English major.  He starts asking you about various authors and books, asking if you’ve read them before.  When you tell him about your favorite Jack Kerouac novel, he almost spills his drink, because it’s his favorite too.  

“No way,” you gasp laughing, “no one’s ever heard of that book—“

“That’s what I thought too!” he says excitedly.  

He seems to lighten up after that and include you more in their conversations.

And you feel happy.  Because you were so worried that you were just Josh’s one night stand.  You were worried that his feelings for you were only skin-deep.  But tonight, you really seemed to hit it off.  You hoped there would be more dates, because for the first time in a long time, you actually felt like you had a connection to someone.  A real life, personal connection.  

The boys went up to the counter to pay and you were left in the booth with Jenna.  You chat until her phone starts buzzing against the table.  

“It’s my mom,” she says, “I’ll just be a sec.”  

She takes the call and walks to the back of the room, leaving you alone at the table.  So, you decide to join the boys at the counter.  You collect your coat and wallet and walk up to where they’re both waiting for a cashier.  

You can tell they’re mid conversation when you walk up behind them.  You don’t mean to eavesdrop, but your name comes up and you can’t help it.

“She’s cute, I like her,” Tyler says, drumming his fingers on the table.  “You gonna ask her out?”

Josh scoffs and lets his head fall, “We’re not like dating or anything, if that’s what you mean.”

“Common man, you were so into each other tonight,” Tyler observes.

“I wouldn’t say that—“ Josh protests.

“What would you say then?”

“She’s a fun night, a good time in bed…” Josh pauses, “That’s it.”

You stop dead in your tracks as his words hit you like a ton of bricks.  You suddenly feel so embarrassed and stupid and naive.  You don’t hesitate before making a beeline for the door.

You hear Josh mutter a slew of cuss words under his breathe before calling out after you, but you’re already pushing on the latch, feeling the cold air whip you in the face.  You can’t stand to face him.  

“Y/N!” he says, pushing the door and rushing out after you.  

You keep walking, dead set on getting away from all of them.  

“Wait!” he calls, getting closer.  “Y/N, stop,” he says, grabbing at your wrist and trying to pull you around.

“What?” you belt out, spinning in his direction and glaring at him.  “What do you want?”  you plead, trying to keep yourself from crying.  

“I just— I didn’t mean it—“

You sigh heavily, trying to hold in the tears as best you could.

“Look, we hooked up a few times, we got waffles, it’s not like we’re dating,” he says, defending his harsh words.

You sigh heavily before nodding, “Yeah, you’re right, I know,” you cross your arms over your chest, “ But I can’t do this anymore,” you indicate between yourself and him,  “I can’t just be a good time in bed.  Look, it’s fine that you don’t like me.  Really, I get it and that’s okay.  But I was starting to like you, so I can’t keep doing…” you pause, “whatever this has been.  I just can’t.”  

With that you tighten your coat around yourself and turn away, walking back to the road and in the direction of your car.  As soon as you turned away from Josh the tears started to fall.  You felt stupid, crying over someone you knew just over a week.  But you were overwhelmed with false hope and disappointment and you couldn’t help it.  It hurt, feeling like you weren’t good enough.  

Part of you is afraid that they’ll drive by and try to get you to ride back with them.  You’d rather walk a marathon in the cold than get in a car with Josh right now.  But they never do.  In fact, the whole walk back to your car, not a single car even drives by.  

You finally climb in your vehicle and blast the heat, at this point you weren’t sure if the shivering was from the cold or because you were so upset, either way it hurt like hell.

But life moves on.  You work extra shifts at the shop, trying your best to stay distracted and to pick up whatever paycheck you can.  You wipe tables and make flavored lattes and by the middle of the week, things almost start to feel normal again until a puff of pink hair sets the the bell off by opening the door.  

Josh looks around once he’s stepped in the shop.  You only give him a slight glance before walking behind the counter and into the break room, finding your manager and hiding your face.

“I’ll work an entire hour for free today if you serve the guy that just walked in,” you say desperately.

She gives you a sideways glance, raising her eyebrows and clearly thinking you’re crazy.

“What is he a pervert or something?” she chuckles, pulling out her notepad.

“No— just… long story,” you sigh.

She starts scribbling on her pad, making sure her pen has ink before offering you a kind smile.  

“Just take fifteen, I’ll cover for a bit, okay?”

You sigh a breath of relief, “Thank you,” you whisper.  

Once she leaves the room, you sit down and let your face fall in your hands, wondering why on Earth Josh decided to show up today.  Your mind starts running back over everything that had happened between the two of you before your thoughts are suddenly interrupted.

“He’s asking for you by name,” your manager says, peaking her head through the door frame.

“Did you tell him I was here?”

“No, but I don’t think he’s stupid… think he saw you on his way in, before you ran back here.”

You groan and run your fingers through your hair.  

“Hey,” she says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “whatever he did, whatever happened, you’re stronger than it.”  

You take a deep breath, already feeling the embarrassment of facing Josh and you nod.  “I guess so, thanks.”

You tighten your apron back around your waste and exit the break room, scanning the coffee shop quickly before seeing Josh standing in the same spot as when you left.  

You decide to play it cool and flip open your notebook.

“What can I get you?” you say stoically as you flip to a blank page.  

Josh looks up at the sound of your voice and takes a step forward, meeting you closer.  

“Hey—“ he says, his mouth open slightly.

“Hello,” you try to stay as casual as possible. “Did you want coffee… or—“

“Um, no… no, not really.  I wanted to—“ he’s stuttering trying to find the right words, “I wanted to apologize for the other night…”

“It’s fine,” you interject.  This was exactly what you wanted to avoid— him bringing up events from the other night.  You can already feel your face growing red and hot with embarrassment.  

“No… it’s not.  I wasn’t thinking and it just wasn’t—“

“Josh, it’s fine.  Really,” you say, harsher this time.  

He stops and finally meets your gaze.  His eyes are soft, he looks anxious.  

“I… I don’t do this,” he says, his voice thick.  “I don’t go on dates, I don’t have girlfriends.  I don’t— “I don’t trust people, I never have,“ he pauses and clears his throat. “My dad left us when I was five.  All that stuff I said about family vacations and childhood memories was a lie.  I have siblings, but we don’t talk… and my mom— she died a few years back… Tyler’s all I have.  That’s it, everyone else? They leave or they die or they just don’t care,” he pauses enough to inhale sharply.  

“Why’re you telling me all of this?” you ask softly and slightly shocked.

“Because I wanted you to understand why— why I said that stuff the other night…  I just said that stuff to Tyler so he wouldn’t bug me about asking you out.  I like you,” he says.  “But I don’t know how to show that or act.  I guess I’m afraid to get close to people, I’m afraid they’ll leave or whatever…”

Your face softens as you look at Josh.  His head is hanging and he’s picking at a piece of loose skin on his thumb.

“I’m a stupid drummer with a high school education and big dreams that aren’t going anywhere.  You study Kerouac and Faulkner at a University.  I just figured you’d get sick of me sooner or later.”

You laugh, whether that be an appropriate reaction or not, and wipe the tears from your eyes, “Josh, I’m a waitress living in a shabby one bedroom apartment, studying for a degree I probably won’t even be able to use when I graduate.  Your life is exciting and interesting, you have pink hair for God’s sake…  I thought I wasn’t the one good enough for you.”

He shakes his head and breaks eye contact, almost like he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying.  His hand travels to the back of his neck where he scratches the skin and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I said that stuff, it’s not true… you’re way more than that.  I knew it the minute I spotted you across the bar, too.”

You look down at the floor, his compliment making you blush, “Well, thank you for saying that.”

“So what do we do?” he asks.

You sigh heavily, “Can we just start over?  No more booty calls or sex in storage closets.  We can just hang out, be friends?  I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” you say gently, “But maybe we could just… get to know each other a little better.”

Josh smiles his soft, warm smile and nods.  “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” you say honestly, then, remembering Josh’s sly text, you smirk, “Just name a time and a place.”

He laughs, “Waffle house?  After your shift?”

“Will there be chocolate shakes involved?” you challenge.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s the most ridiculous question in the world.

“You got it, then.”

“It’s a date,” he says, as he slowly backs out of the coffee shop with a smile spread across his face.

Your stomach flutters at his words and you can’t help but feel so special and grateful and humbled, all at once, that Josh chose to trust you.  

Being faithful paid off.

In 2012, I started watching anime. It was small stuff, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater. I was involved with other things so it didn’t consume that much of my time. When I began persuing it on social media however, I found Tumblr, and that is where I found Attack on Titan. I didn’t want to watch it however. The hype was to big and it was talked about WAAAYYY too much, so I was like “I don’t wanna waste my time.”

But finally, after a gif set featuring Eren and all of his handsome glory, I sat down and watched the very first episode, subbed. (I hated subbed, wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.) That was one of the first nights I ever stayed up watching anything through the night, and holy fuck did I watch it through the night. I came home from school the next day and went right back to it, finishing the series at about four o’clock in the morning. 

Then I found it dubbed. 

As of today, four years later; I’ve watched the series twice subbed, and four times dubbed. I have seventeen pieces of merch and over 3,000 pictures saved in my electronics of the characters. Needless to say I am obsessed. 

I’ve gotten a lot of shit from a boy at school because “it sucks ass” and “its not even that good”. But I fought him, and continued watching Attack Junior High, Choice With No Regrets, etc. 

But yesterday, I cried while the second season opening theme played, as I could not believe it was real. It sounds dumb, and is a little dramatic sure; but I felt rewarded for not giving up and finding a new favourite anime. 

My blog name never changed, even though I became obsessed over ten or twelve other things in the span of that time. My phone background, my computer background, always had Eren or Levi on them, because I love them like I’ve loved best friends. 

I don’t know why I decided to share this, but hopefully I can find someone out there to resonate with, ya know?


Part 3 - The Dream Synopsis

Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams?

Harry was twenty years old when he first saw the blue room.
Yet nothing had changed.
Three years on, nothing had changed.
It came from nowhere. It wasn’t like he had a sudden change of lifestyle. It wasn’t like anything tragic happened. Everything was as it always was.
It just happened.

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my little moon [fem!newt x percival graves]

Summary: Artemis Scamander saved his life, and now he needs to see her to thank her. He doesn’t understand what he feels… until a certain blonde gives him a talking to.

Warnings: None

Words: 1,166

Artemis Scamander had saved his life.

At least, that’s what everyone told him. Told him that she was the one who’d figured out that Grindelwald had taken his name and his face and infiltrated MACUSA.

Artemis Scamander, the little sister of his best friend, Theseus. The tiny slip of a girl that Percival barely remembered - he’d only talked to her one time.

But as soon as he’d been able to leave his bed, he’d demanded that someone get her back to New York so that he could thank the young woman face-to-face. A few threats and glares had gotten his wish granted, and a few days later, they’d recieved word that Artemis would be returning to New York.

Percival was simultaneously elated and, well, frightened. Yes, she’d been the one to save his life, and she was the sister of his closest friend… but what if she regarded him fearfully, like everyone else did?

He saw the stares. People still watched him, didn’t trust him. He heard the whispers, too, but those he had to ignore for his own sanity.

The morning Artemis arrived, Percival was waiting for her on the docks with a bouquet of flowers for her. He was leaning against a railing, coat collar turned up against the wind, when he first saw her.

She stepped off the ship, a small smile on her pink lips, her eyes searching for someone. But Percival had spotted her first.

She’d certainly grown up. Her hair was longer, a gorgeous shade of cinnamon, and curly. She was still so much smaller than him, but from what he could see, she was curvy and petite. In short? She was adorable.

She turned slightly, and gorgeous green eyes caught coffee brown. Her smile at seeing him lit up her pretty face like nothing he’d ever seen before, and he immediately pushed off the railing and gravitated toward the beautiful woman.

Smiling, she reached him, “Hello, Mister Graves. How are you?” Her voice was soft, rounded with her accent, and like magic it drew him in. Her tone was sincere, as if she really wanted to know how he was.

‘Deep breaths, Percy,’ He thought as he handed the flowers over to her. He even felt his heart skip a beat when one of her small, soft hands brushed against his. “I’m fine, thanks to you,” he answers, “They told me everything you did to capture Grindelwald and aided in my rescue.”

Her face flushed a delicate shade of pink, and his breath caught in his throat. “I was glad to help you, Mister Graves. And I was so happy to receive a letter from Tina saying that you’d been found,” She smiles up at him again, and he knows that he’s beginning to feel something for the younger Scamander.

Theseus is going to be furious.

He offers her his arm, and his heart is sent into overdrive when she takes his hand instead, insisting that he didn’t need to be so formal with her, “We’re friends, Mister Graves, you can relax around me.”

But his muscles stay coiled, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Something about her draws him in, and it makes him slightly uneasy.

It isn’t until a few weeks later that the younger Goldstein tell him what’s going on, “Oh, Mister Graves, you should ask her on a date!” The bubbly blonde says suddenly, startling the older man from his reverie.

He blinks away his surprise and the thoughts he’d been having about the younger Scamander, “Ask who?”

She giggles gently as she sits across from him at his desk, “Artemis, of course. I kinda heard you thinking about her, Mister Graves. Why don’t you ask her out? I think she likes you, too.”

There’s a hint to that last part, like Queenie knows for absolute certain that the younger Scamander does indeed feel something for him. A girl like her, wanting a man who’d been through hell and back and had the scars to prove it…

A reassuring hand rests on his, “You deserve to be happy too, honey,” She says, before she pats his hand and leaves, leaving him to wonder if she’s right.

And he makes a decision in his head and goes to Madame Picquery’s office, where he knows he’ll find the case and Artemis inside.

He’s right, of course, the case is there when he enters the office. Picquery had insisted on keeping the case inside her office at all times during Artemis’ visit, and from the stories he’s been told, she certainly has a good reason to just that.

He climbs inside, into the now familiar shed full of equipment, a bed, and… Niffler. The creature is clinging to his pant leg, looking like a neglected little thing who just wanted to be loved on.

Percival hated that he could relate to that.

He leaned down and scooped the furry little creature into his arms, “I’ll hold you, but if my watch or cuff links go missing, I’ll hex you from here to Australia. Understood?” The creature looked meek, and curled up in the crook of his arm as Percival opened to the door of the menagerie and stepped into the case to search for Artemis.

While he walked, he dwelled on her name… Artemis. The moon. It certainly did fit… she was certainly luminous, glowing like the moon. She was his light… his little moon.

“Percival?” Came her soft voice, and he turned to face her. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun on top of her head, her wand slipped through the knot. She was flushed from hard work, and she had a streak over dirt on her cheek.

He couldn’t help himself – he reached out and cupped her face in his hand, his thumb following the curve of her cheekbone as he wiped the dirt off of her pretty face, “Hello, my Moon,” he finds himself saying, and the shade her face takes on is so unbelievably beautiful that his chest hurts.

He’s gripped by the sudden desire to kiss her, and with the way she’s looking at him, he doesn’t think she’ll reject him.

So he acts on instinct and leans in, her scent of earth and cinnamon and something that is indescribably her drifts across his parted lips, and he can already taste her.

His lips brush over hers, and he feels her take in a shuddering breath, uncertain, before her hands are resting on his chest and she’s opening up to him, letting him give and take whatever he wants.

The thought draws a low, pleased hum from him.

He’s pressing in closer, one hand drifting to rest on her hip, reveling in the taste and the feel of her, when it sounds like someone has just dropped a bucket somewhere nearby.

Artemis stiffens under his hands, and he’s about to ask what’s wrong when he hears, “Percival Graves, you bastard!”

He’d forgotten Theseus was visiting his sister.

Push and Pull

Tcoe making up for sassing you, and that hairpulling thing he’s got.

Word count/Warnings: 3,380 || grooming/shaving kink, swearing, graphic depictions of sex, passing mentions of food
A/N: For @roosterteethrambles she literally asked for this. Coe smut just for you.

You weren’t sure you wanted to know how your boyfriend ended up covered in so much makeup and fake blood. Well, why, rather, since he made for an incredibly pretty extra for his production company’s shows and shorts. “Hold still you mongrel.”

You didn’t think about pulling his head back up to expose his face to the light so you could continue carefully peeling away prosthetics from his face so he wouldn’t be stuck shaving. “Ah, come on, babe, you know what that shit does to me.”

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