her bitter heart

can I just say that marvel comics is doing such a disservice to both James Rhodes and Riri Williams by killing rhodey off before they could meet. like, can you imagine how fucking incredible of an addition he would have been to her stories. having a black male genius mentor a black female genius who lost her fathers would be so so so good for both the readers and the writers. how incredible would it be to see Riri and her mom get adopted into the Rhodes family. to have Riri get a father figure who… wait for it… might actually be able to relate to her on a non superficial level. Just because her character mimicks Tony’s doesn’t mean that she needs HIM to be her mentor. Marvel has literally already shown that they are too similar and it makes them butheads a lot. She needs someone not only to challenge her, and to make her better, which is what Tony does, but also someone who gets her enough to relate to her, but differs enough from her to offer her a new perspective and bitch that’s literally Rhodey.

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Versace on the Floor

Anon Request: Hi, can I ask for a story where you’re jealous/insecure over Tom’s reaction to Zendaya in the “Versace on the floor” music vid?

Warnings: jealous reader, Tom kind of being a jerk at first, ends in fluff

Tags:  @bubblyanarocks3, @broken-pieces, @yessy2012, @panic-to-thepilots


(Y/N) lay beside her boyfriend, half asleep as she rolled over to face him. A slow, piano introduction lulled her away from the grips of sleep. Slowly, her eyes opened from her nap and she rested her head in the crook between her boyfriend’s chest and shoulder.

“What are you watching babe?” she asked while dropping her arm across his  chest.

“Music video,” he stated as he held it above their faces. Upon seeing who was being showcased in the video, she couldn’t help the pain rising into her chest. (Y/N) and Tom hadn’t been together very long–she had come into his life on accident and for some reason, he decided to keep her around. She knew there was nothing special about her and had always struggled with the attention Tom receives from his female friends and fans, but her biggest insecurity was Zendaya.

(Y/N) hated how jealous she had become of her. She knew Zendaya and Tom were just friends, but when the rumors surfaced of them having a secret relationship–despite knowing they were fake–she couldn’t help but get herself worked up. It made sense. Zendaya and Tom had a connection; they worked well together. On top of that, she was kind hearted, sweet, down to earth, and stunningly beautiful. In reality, (Y/N) knew that Tom deserved to be with someone like Zendaya rather than herself: an insecure nobody who could be as replaceable as a trash bag. 

Slowly, (Y/N)’s eyes gazed along the man beside her. His face was glued to his phone screen and slowly, whether it be because his arm grew tired or he forgot (Y/N) was there, lowered it closer to his line of sight.

“Are you humming the melody?” (Y/N) asked in a tone of aggravation she quickly tried to mask through a laugh.

“Maybe,” Tom said with a low smirk, “shut up!”

“Exactly how many times have you watched this video?” (Y/N) inquired as she tried to drape more of her body across his to direct his attention to her rather than the screen.

“Maybe three, why?” he laughed while still glancing up at the screen but stealing peeks at the girl curled against him.

“No reason,” she muttered as she threw her leg across his thighs and hurried her face into his chest, her ear pressed gently just above his heart. As she listened to the beating of Tom’s heart and the rather sexually charged song, her own heart turned to stone as her eyes peered at the video for a moment–catching a bit where Zendaya traces her body and bites her lip before stripping out of the dress. 

Upon watching this, (Y/N) couldn’t help but acknowledge the increased rhythm of Tom’s heartbeat and the subtle pulse between his legs against her own. For a moment she tried to ignore all that she felt and heard just then but she was unable to hide her pain. Quickly, she rolled in the opposite direction, peeled herself from Tom’s body, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up and dangling her feet from the bed.

“Where are you going?” Tom asked as he glanced toward the girl who had just pushed herself from the edge of the bed and pulled a flannel over her bare arms and tank-top clad body.

“Hungry,” she lied as she paced through Tom’s room and toward the door.

“Can you make me something too?” he called after her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she heard his request and quietly made her way towards Tom’s joint living room and kitchen. “Babe?” Bounding from the bed, his heavy footsteps could be heard as he made his way toward her. “Did you not hear me?” he asked with a laugh as he put his arms around her.

“I heard you,” she grumbled.

“Then why didn’t you say something love?” Tom chuckled into her ear.

“Because you’re a grown ass man who can get his own food,” she said with a short tone.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked while trying to pull her into a close hug.

“Nothing,” she groaned while grabbing a spoon and the jar of peanut butter.

“Stop lying to me, (Y/N),” Tom pestered. “I know you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry,” she protested as she doubled dipped in Tom’s peanut butter jar.

“Passive aggressively double dipping means you’re angry. We’ve been together long enough for me to pick up on that,” Tom said while repressing a small chuckle as (Y/N)’s nose curled at his cocky behavior.

“Well double dipping is a stupid rule in the first place,” she gasped. “You’ll stick your tongue in my mouth but I can’t stick a spoon or chip in something twice?”

“My double dipping quirk isn’t on trial here,” Tom protested as he took the JIF from (Y/N)’s hands and screwed the lid on. “Your jealousy is.” Taken back by his assertive demeanor, (Y/N) raised her eyebrows and lowered her tone.

“Excuse me?” she started. “Do you mind restating that or is this what we’re going to do today?”

“How else should I put it? You’re angry and I can’t imagine why since nothing has happened besides me confiscating my peanut butter and showing you that video. Given that you were angrily eating my peanut butter, and passive aggressively double dipping, I’m guessing it’s the video that made you mad.” Tom breathed heavily as he leaned against the counter after placing (Y/N)’s snack behind him, forcing her to discuss the situation and physically approach him in order to get what she wants back.

“No, Thomas, it wasn’t the video,” she stated. Tom’s lips curled as she said his full name. She had never called him ‘Thomas’ before but he knew that couldn’t have been a good sign. “It was the way you reacted to the video.”Confused, Tom furrowed his eyebrows and stared at (Y/N) for an explanation. “Your heart was accelerating, you watched it repeatedly, and you can’t sit there and tell me that on that last bit you weren’t slightly turned on because I could feel it–I knew you were.”

“And so you automatically think I’m…I’m what, wanting to cheat on you? That you’re just some place holder until I can woo Zendaya?” 

“It’s not the greatest feeling in the world to think about someone you care about getting off to someone else,” (Y/N) grumbled while debating if it was best to leave the kitchen and try to abandon the situation or stew in the sheer awkwardness of what was happening.

“You’re too smart to be this fucking dense,” he huffed while tossing his hands into his hair in frustration. Equally frustrated at his maneuver, (Y/N) pushed past him and rinsed of the dirty spoon in the sink before pacing back into the bedroom and fighting the urge to lock herself in there. Desperate, she tried to search for her keys. “(Y/N),” Tom sighed, “what are you doing?” When she didn’t listen and continued to search for her keys, Tom’s tone started to harden. “Love, I was joking.”

Don’t call me that,” she stated as she spun back around to face him with tears resting along her eyelids.

“Darling, stop,” Tom called while stepping forward and taking hold of her arm. “Look at me,” he prompted as she stubbornly bit her lip and reluctantly brought her face to his. “Tell me what’s the matter.” With bitterness in her heart, (Y/N) looked Tom dead in the eyes and spoke.

“You’re too smart to be this dense,” she spat back.

“You know that’s not true, (Y/N),” he called out to her.

“Cut yourself some slack every now and then Tom,” she said in returned while breaking free from his grasp to wipe the tears that had started to fall.

“(Y/N),” Tom called as his girlfriend continued to search his room for her car keys. “(Y/N) wait!”

“What?” she snapped while turned back to him.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked in a calm, quiet voice.

“I’m trying to leave,” she stated.

“Why are you leaving?” he asked again, trying to calm himself so that he could help her come down from the elevated levels of anxiety rushing through her body.

“Because I don’t want to sit here and think about how you’re better off with anyone besides me,” she stated in aggravation.

“Why in the world would you think that, love?” he asked again, this time managing to lace his fingers into hers.

“Because,” she stammered while slipping her hand from his. “Because you deserve someone like her. You deserve so much more than the little I have to offer. You should be happy and after noticing your reaction to the video, I can see you’d be happier with her.” Tom hated to hear those words flow from her mouth. His lips bore together so tense there wasn’t a gap for airflow to be seen. His jaw line clenched and his eyes narrowed down at the girl before him. For a solid two minutes he stood in silence, trying to find the right words to say while trying to keep his heart from breaking as he witnessed this precious soul crumble before him.

“I clearly must not be a very good boyfriend for you to think that,” he said softly. Instantly, (Y/N)’s head perked up and her eyes exhibited the fear her heard had hidden. Tom could clearly see her lips mouth the word ‘no’ as she gasped for air. He extended his arms and pulled her against him; holding her around her shoulder blades, her arms slipped around his waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t care for you. You mean so much more to me than any woman ever could and I should have told you that before. I should have told you loads of things before now that I haven’t and, I suppose it’s not proper timing to say this now, but I was thinking of you earlier.” Against his chest, as he spoke, Tom could feel (Y/N)’s breathing begin to slow and he pulled her even closer. “I was imagining if that were us, but I didn’t say anything because I, well I didn’t know how to say it.”

(Y/N) clung to Tom as tightly as he clung to her. Her light assault of tears had subsided minutes ago but she still wasn’t certain on whether to take his apology for all it was worth or not. She cared about him too much to lose him, but then again, she knew she had to preserve herself from any more potential heartache that would come from a half-assed apology. It wasn’t until she felt the slightly dampened shoulder of the flannel she wore that she realized Tom was equally hurt. She knew Tom was sensitive–in fact it was one of the features she found most relieving about his personality–but she wouldn’t have thought he would be so hurt by his own words. 

“You’re not a bad boyfriend, Tom,” she said softly as her arms loosened from his waist and she took his jaw in her hands. “You’re just too good to me that I sometimes think you’re too good for me.”

“I don’t ever want you to think that love,” he stated with such conviction as he pressed his lips against hers. “I love you, (Y/N), and I don’t want you to ever believe you’re not enough. You are more than I could have ever asked for and I am truly happy to share my time and my life with you.” He took her again in his arms and pulled her beneath the covers. While the world spun on they laid beside one another and slept in the purest form, comforted by the fact that the other was there and that their lives had grown closer through the argument caused by ‘Versace on the Floor.’ 

Sober (Part Eight)

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER)

Genre: Angst

Part One Part Seven

Originally posted by daesungstrash

Jiyong runs his hands underneath the water, washing away the blood that was rolling out of the deep cut he had accidentally inflicted on himself. The sudden jolt of pain had woken him up from his luminescent thoughts and managed to jerk him back into reality.

Youngbae rushes towards Jiyong, his hair still drenched with shampoo because as soon as he had heard the sound of glass breaking he had jumped out of the shower and came to see what had happened. A look of panic goes through his face as he sees the immense amount of blood.

“Jiyong, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Youngbae grabs a clean rag from the drawer of his kitchen and presses it on the wound which tainted the white rag red in a matter of seconds.

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anonymous asked:

"they were going to have Kαtααng, which they insist is in the “DNA” of the show, happen with a ten and twelve year old?" That's because Kataang was supposed to remain one-sided with Aang crushing on Katara but her not reciprocating. Them actually getting together was not planned out until later on. Even during Book 3, some of the writers wanted Katara to end up with Zuko. Zutara happening was not something that Bryke wanted but the other staff members and Aaron Ehasz wanted it to.


“I think you’re absolutely right about Mai being retconned to be paired off with Zuko. I have heard that Aaron Ehasz created Mai (and Ty Lee and Azula), and he doesnt like Maiko. If you look only at the eps that he or his wife wrote, Return to Omashu, Zuko Alone, The Awakening (life story comment) none of them suggest that they were “childhood sweethearts”. They only show Mai liking Zuko quite superficially and nothing from him. Bryke like Maiko, thats why its badly written like the LoK romance.” 


“about your ask for the airbender thing and ty lee, aaron ehasz originally was going to make ty lee a descendant of an airbender who escaped. zephyrita mentioned it once on their blog before they left. again, bryke fucked up and the ehasz duo needs to come back like aang and save us from bryke’s bullshit.” 


[Disclaimer: Araeph does not vouch for the validity of these asks, but merely wishes to demonstrate the context and frequency of these two names being mentioned.]


Who Are the Ehaszs, and Why Does Everyone Bring Them Up?

Aaron and Elizabeth Ehasz. You will hear these names often as guides for what disenchanted fans, particularly Zutara shippers and “Legend of Korra” antis, would have liked to have seen in the Avatar world, versus what we actually got once Bryke assumed more control. While A:TLA was such a collaborative effort that no one person or team could be the end-all-be-all of the series, often the balance shifts too far the other way, with people ascribing all of the series’ creative genius to Bryke. (The disappointing “Legend of Korra” and character-mangling comics helped fans take a second look at the process behind A:TLA’s creation.) There has been a subsequent pushback in recent years to give the other talents around A:TLA more credit for the story. So why were these two staff writers so important?

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anonymous asked:

Invader Zim AU with Saru as Dib and Niki as Professor Membrane? (Though I guess it kinda makes a bit more sense for Kisa to be Professor Membrane....but eh) Yata as Zim?? Izumo and Mikoto can be the Tallest I guess- cute short alien Yata is appealing

Oh man I’m not even sure how this would work XD So Fushimi is a tiny nerd child obsessed with discovering the existence of aliens, he has his own giant telescope that he is constantly using to scour the heavens for any sign of extraterrestrial life. His dad Niki is a mad scientist who is too busy discovering the mysteries of toast to actually pay attention to his kid and anyway his child is small and insane with a large head so Niki just teases him mostly. Fushimi pretty much just hopes that whatever life is out there it’s less shitty than the life here on earth.

Meanwhile Yata is a small and feisty alien who is sent to conquer earth by his very tall leaders Mikoto and Kusanagi (who actually didn’t mean to send him to earth, fellow alien invader Totsuka accidentally tripped over one of the wires and Yata got sent to the wrong place). Yata is very determined to do a good job and show Mikoto-san that he can take over a planet all on his own. His only companion is his robot sidekick Anna, who disguises herself badly as a cat but no one ever calls her out on it even on earth because she’s just so adorable. When Yata arrives on earth Fushimi happens to catch sight of his spaceship in the telescope and goes running out to see what it was he caught sight of, what he finds is a house has sprung up where he swears there was just a vacant lot before. He’s suspicious enough that he cases the place, the door suddenly opens and two very unconvincing robot parents attempt to convince the small nerdy earth child to please return to his housing colony.

The next day Fushimi arrives at school and enters his classroom, where his sparkly teacher Munakata greets him with a smile so bright it makes Fushimi temporarily blind. When the spots clear away from his vision Fushimi sees Munakata introducing their new classmate Yata, who is very obviously an alien wearing a beanie cap to hide his antenna. Somehow nobody even notices that Yata is an alien and when Fushimi points it out they all laugh because Fushimi thinks everyone is an alien, last month he said the vegetables were aliens (’…they were illegally imported from overseas and poisonous’). Yata is very insistent that he is not an alien and gets extremely offended when Fushimi calls him a midget because Yata has a sensitivity about that okay. From there the two of them become rivals, with Yata clumsily trying to take over earth and Fushimi thinking up overly elaborate plans to stop him. But maybe every now and again they have to team up to repel other invading aliens and they start up a weird friendship that hopefully ends with Yata using his super awesome ray gun on Niki and then whisking Fushimi away on his spaceship to somewhere nice where they can go take over other planets together.

asoue netflix thoughts:

(disclaimer: i’m with the minority who believe the over-arching mystery of the series including all the background adult vfd members is not only fascinating but necessary to make the later reveals and overall series work. i’m also a little biased bc i’m heavily invested in the history/mystery surrounding the fire-fighting side of the schism. that aside, this will be a shit post as i’m excited and incoherent.) 

  • every mention of beatrice (and bertrand) cleared my skin
  • warburton humanized lemony for me; where he was once an abstract concept narrating from a distance he’s more fleshed out, and wonderfully captures the tone of lemony
  • tl;dr he made me like lemony
  • lemony running from the authorities is a+ also i like how he fucks off without regard to all the evidence hes leaving behind lmao
  • i deeply relate to lemony in how i, too, suffer over beatrice
  • “NOBODY ASKED YOU” - edgar poe, a true icon
  • takes after his mother queen eleanora of the daily punctilio 
  • count olaf being a petty bitch is everything to me
  • shirley st. ives is T H I C C hot damn yas mami bring it
  • jacquelyn (!!!) and gustav running around in the background trying to right wrongs and get the baudelaires to their rightful destination is a BREATH OF FRESH AIR
  • where i was once frustrated beyond belief that bad things kept happening to the baudelaires bc even vfd members seemed incompetent and stupid is one beef i had with the books
  • to see vfd members alerted to the fact that somethings wrong and then kicking ass + taking names behind the scenes is GREAT and makes it seem more plausible 
  • I LOVE VFD MEMBERS POPPING OUT OF THE WOODWORK we get to SEE them instead of hearing about them after its too late
  • gustav is hot af??? and can get it anytime like damn daniel
  • lets pretend his death never happened 
  • which brings me to: 
  • JACQUELYN!!! 
  • is she kit snicket in disguise? she’s got blonde hair, has history with olaf, can beat his ass with one hand while he thanks her, etc
  • i could be wrong but let a girl live?? i’m thirsty for her at this point
  • ngl i fell for the whole baudelaire-turned-quagmire twist :(
  • i came out to ship beatrice/bertrand and i honestly feel so attacked rn
  • i was excited for the whole “beatrice & bertrand adventuretimes before dying tragically near the end of the series” thing like i imagined
  • it was heavily hinted that at least one baudelaire parent survived the fire
  • WHY COULDN’T YOU CATER 2 MY INTERESTS NETFLIX i was so captivated :(
  • i!👏 wanted!👏 exposition!👏 on! 👏 them! 👏 ughhh
  • no beatrice in a dragonfly costume at the masked ball? no bisexual beatrice making out with r, the duchess of winnepeg?? no beatrice stealing esme’s sugar bowl??? unfriended blocked and reported
  • will they even give us flashbacks of beatrice next season? im salty
  • also dr. orwell dated bertrand? it ended in a lawsuit and plastic surgery?? omfg give this 2 me
  • cobie smulders is beautiful gahhhhhhdamn
  • mama quagmire slayed the entire show 
  • like idk how they’re gonna make beatrice look cool in comparison to her
  • also: who knew mama quagmire had so much in common with violet?
  • both even came up with the same inventions
  • lmao why are the quagmire kids such squares??
  • i want to beat them up 
  • they’re already making quigley stand apart to foreshadow his eventual separation from his siblings but dude was stone cold when he refused to hug his father lmao “WHATS WRONG WITH UR LEG DAD WHY ARE U SUCH A PEASANT”
  • most importantly……………
  • I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR ESME SQUALOR CAMEOS 
  • shes serving that beautiful cruella deville vibe. im Shook and Scalped
  • this is the esme we deserve! flipping thru a newspaper while she sets a house on fire….. elegantly draped across the seat in couture clothing:’) my wife
  • speaking of queen esme when is she going to burn violet’s horrible bright pink dress i was fucking squinting it was so obnoxiously pink
  • violet in high-waisted button-up flares is my Aesthetic™
  • i am So Ready for violet slaying the fashion game next season in cute plaid skirts
  • violet holding klaus’ hand is always pure and wholesome content 
  • i love the baudelaires reclaiming their agency and fucking off by themselves to the lucky smells lumber mill bc yes 
  • the baudelaires waiting for aunt josephine to leave aND THEN TURNING ON THE STOVE TO COOK A HOT MEAL i lost it @ my bby pack rats
  • ishmael wtf
  • mr poe eating chowder in the middle of a panic attack is Oscar-worthy
  • i loooooooove all the references to other books sprinkled in
  • we need that good exposition and foreshadowing THANK
  • tbh i hope daniel handler keeps taking liberties and including characters and references and adding more plot 
  • otherwise the story quickly becomes a rinse-and-repeat and i was sick of that with the movie
  • next season pls deliver: beatrice, esme, kit (jacquelyn??), jacquelyn, mama quagmire, slaying us left and right, the denouement brothers, quigley and jacques, etc all working behind the scenes or in flashbacks, violet destroying everyone at prep school, cynical sarcastic baudelaire children

@life if people who bear an uncanny resemblance to exes of mine could stop popping up unexpectedly that’d be great, thanks!!

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Anonymous said:Please can you write a Rosalie cullen x female human reader imagine? The reader is Bella’s bff and meets Rosalie?


A/N: Heya, anon! Of course I’ll do this for you! Sorry that I didn’t write it sooner. I took a break. /-\ I’m also aware that I wrote Rosalie’s last name wrong in the edit, but she’s the same person. /-\ Sorry! But nevertheless, enjoy this imagine about the beautiful goddess of a vampire: Rosalie Hale, whom I love very, very, very much! Thank you for requesting, sweetie! :)


Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!


Imagine: Meeting Rosalie Cullen but you’re Bella Swan’s best friend.


Her golden orbs scanned over your gorgeous form a million times before that exact second had come to a finale. Rosalie Hale felt something different than her bitter frozen heart had ever felt for many years… Love.

Your form descending down her family’s homes stairs was a gorgeous sight to see, - even if you were in nothing but ordinary clothes-. Her breath seemed to be taken away and all of her family shared a glittered glance at her, a tender smile spreading across their perfect faces.

“Guys, this is (Y/N).” Bella rubs her hands together awkwardly, sharing a small glance with you. “She’s really important to me and she needs to be in on this secret, because Victoria’s trying to target her too.” Bella suddenly confesses, causing Rosalie’s hateful glower to consume her bitterly with a scowl.

Bella met Rosalie’s glance with a shaken head and a priceless grin that only spelled out true disappointment. “(Y/N), that’s Carlisle, Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Esme.” she pointed to each of the family members apart from the seated blond haired goddess.

“That must be Rosalie then.” you grin, finding Rosalie’s golden ocher eyes. You slipped into a trance where the two of you were suddenly the only people in the entire world. Or at least that’s how it felt.

“And you must be, (Y/N).” she smiles at you. “Pardon my rudeness, Bella and I don’t seem to get on the best of terms.” she grins warmly, attempting a nonchalant go at humor. “I’ve heard many things about you.” she adds on with a flirty grin that almost made you collapse. You ended up holding your breath.

“Oh! I’ve heard lot’s about you.” and there goes your cool! Also, did I forget to mention? You had a terribly unfortunate habit to gush and blurt things out at the wrong moments.

“Enough about that!” Bella chuckles nervously, throwing her arm around your shoulders as Rosalie’s eyes turn to slits upon your best friend. “You know, Rosalie, she says the funniest things at these random times. Kind of like Ali-,”


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anonymous asked:

*reads time travel Gladio fic* I can;t BELieve THIS pAIN ;m;

I’m gunna use you, anon, as a leeway to posting the sequel I have written for y'all. First, my condolences. Second, hopefully this alleviates some of that pain? (Or makes it worse, erm) Third, I know I promised Prompto’s kid next but he/she (it’s a mystery!) wasn’t cooperating much today, and I wrote this up instead. I promise PROMISE that’ll be up tomorrow. 

Plus, damn, I screwed Gladio over. His kid never even got a hug? She still doesn’t but…

Well, you’ll just have to read it. (;

{1,265 words}

—Leigh

Read Part 1 HERE


Unbeknownst to you, Ixia checks in on you and Gladio several more times throughout the years. Only briefly and always without drawing attention to herself.

Usually it’s no longer than a few minutes— if only to memorize your faces for a future in which the two of you don’t exist. She’s lived her entire life with people telling her how great her parents were— what good they did.

But seeing it for herself was a different matter.

Umbra had so kindly allowed her to use his powers to transcend time with a stipulation that she was never to intervene except to stop her father from dying at the hands of Gilgamesh. He would be needed in the final battle— his demise would be premature.

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Her hair was in her eyes 
And I could hardly hear her hum 
In the midst of everyone 
Tripping up your words and slurring speech 
With “I never meant to.."s, "You’re better without…"s 
Division like all is inevitable 

Some day, she’s gonna realize 
But I hope, for my own sake, the day will come too late 

I was sitting on a curb tasting earth, my half-closed eyes drenched in salt 
And she was smoking a cigarette 
Her bitter heart thought this was my fault 

She sucks my blood, she tears my guts 
She must hate me for something I’ve done 
It’s not genetics or DNA but geography, the place she was raised 

Some day, you’re gonna realize 
But I hope, for my own sake, the day will come too late

‘Till death do us part

Sorry for the errors, Thank you and Enjoy~

I think its under ‘angst’… I just think… 

———-

Sasuke got home one night and, as his wife, Hinata, served dinner, he held her hand. “I want a divorce.”

She wasn’t annoyed by his words. Instead, she sighed and asked softly, “Why?”

He avoided the question and this made her upset. So he admitted that he was having an affair with a woman named Sakura at work.

He looked away from those questioning lavender tint eyes. “I am no longer in love with you.”

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The next day, with a deep sense of guilt, Sasuke drafted a divorce agreement that stated that Hinata could keep the house, the car and 30% share of his savings. She read the paper then to his shock, the paper was burnt to ashes. Damn her chakra nature.

The woman who spent 10 years of her life with him had became a stranger. He felt sorry for her wasted time, efforts but he could not take back what he had done and said.

She can’t take it anymore. She finally cried loudly in front of her husband. “W-we took vows to each o-other…”

Hinata was heartbroken and that was Sasuke expected to see. The idea of divorce felt more real now.

::

Sasuke went home very late the next day; he spent some naughty time with Sakura. He opened the door of their house, went to the kitchen to drink some energy juice and found Hinata writing something on a piece of paper on the dinner table.

She noticed his presence so she presented her divorce conditions.

He read the condition that she doesn’t want any shares and anything from him but requested that for the next 30 days, they will be living a normal life as much as possible. He glanced at her after reading this statement. He noticed that she was just staring blankly at him.

He glanced back to the paper. He read her reason. Her reason was simple: their daughter, Chikara, will have her Chuunin Exams in a month, and Hinata doesn’t wanted her to be distracted because of their broken marriage. He glanced back at her again then his lips parted. She answered a fake smile.

He returned his focus to the paper again. She still have a little request though. But before he could read it, Hinata coughed.

“Recall how you carried me on our wedding day.”

Sasuke’s brows narrowed. “You request that I carry you out of our bedroom every morning in 30 days…”

She nodded.

He thought that she was going crazy but to make their last days together bearable, he accepted her odd request. “Ah.”

::

They were both pretty clumsy about it when Sasuke carried Hinata out on the first day, but their daughter was joyfully clapping her hands behind them, singing, “Papa is holding Mama in his arms!”

Chikara’s words triggered a sense of pain in him.

He carried her from their bedroom to the living room. He let her down there then before going to the kitchen, she waited for Chikara to be out of sight then she closed her eyes. “Don’t tell our daughter about the divorce.”

Sasuke nodded and left for work.

::

They weren’t as clumsy on the second day. Hinata leaned on his chest and he could smell her fragrance of her shirt. He realized that he hadn’t really looked at this woman for a long time. She wasn’t young anymore.

There were fine wrinkles on her face . Her hair was graying! Their marriage has taken toll to her.

For a minute, he wondered what he had done to her…

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On the fourth day, when Sasuke lifted Hinata up, he left a sense of intimacy returning. “This was the woman who had given 10 years of her life to me.”

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On the fifth and sixth day, Sasuke realized  that their sense of intimacy was growing again. It became easier for him to carry her as days passed by and he suddenly realized that she was getting extremely thin.

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One morning, it hit him on how she was suffering so much pain and bitterness in her heart. And with out really thinking about it, he reached out, touched and pat her head.

Chikara came in as Sasuke pat Hinata’s head. She playfully jumped on their bed and greeted them. “Papa, it’s time to carry Mama out!”

To her, seeing her father carry her mother, had become an essential part of every morning.

Sasuke’s wife gestured to their daughter to come closer, then hugged her tightly. He turned his face away for he was afraid he might change his mind.

He then carried Hinata in his arms and her hands were naturally wrapped around his neck. He held her body tight just like on their wedding day.

“Yay! Papa is holding Mama!”

::

On the last day, when Sasuke held her in his arms, he could hardly move a step. He knew what he had to do. He drove to Sakura’s place, walked upstairs and found her almost naked.

“Hey, you’re early today… So you wanna have some-”

“I’m sorry, Sakura. But I don’t want to divorce my wife anymore.” He interrupted.

::

It all became very clear to him. He had carried his wife into their home after their wedding day and I vowed to her, “Until death do us part.”

::

Sasuke got home, cinnamon rolls on his hand, her favorite, and miraculously, a smile on his lips. He entered their bedroom then dropped the box of cinnamon rolls.

His wife was dead.

::

It turned out that Hinata has been fighting a severe illness for a few months. And Sasuke was too busy with Sakura to not even notice.

Hinata knew that she would die soon.

“So that’s the reason behind her odd request.”

The odd request was so important to her. She wanted their daughter to see how Sasuke was a loving husband and that they were together. “Death do us part.”

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Credits to the video clip (oh no, I can’t remember its title) I watched earlier, it inspired me to write this… I just had to… I’m sorry :( please don’t report me. 

Tragedy [Kaneki kem x Reader]

(This is also on my wattpad, I have the same username as this)

The rain gently falls down, hitting the colorful umbrellas that the citizens of Tokyo carried. The sky was a clouded grey, the sun hidden away from sight. The sight was a depressing one, though most didn’t pay mind. One woman, however felt the same way as the sky did, she has beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair and soft (e/c) eyes. Leaning over the edge of her balcony, this woman looks out at the scene before her.

Rubbing her eyes, the woman smiles sadly, her thoughts drifting to what she considered happier days, days that she spent with him. He was her hero, to others he was a villain. A fallen hero that the world had cast aside and left for the devil himself, at least, that’s how she saw it…

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Her meeting with him was completely by chance, looking for a quiet place to have coffee and escape from the madness of the world she stumbled upon Antekiu, on a whim she decided to enter.

“Can I have a coffee please?”

The now young woman looks up at the black haired man, his eye’s still full of innocence, totally ignorant as to what is to come. Nodding politely, he writes down her order on a plain pocket notepad. Giving her a quick yet polite bow, the man rushes back to tend to the other customers.

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Ahh, oh how she missed those much simpler days, the days spent drinking coffee and reading books.

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The first time she works up the nerve to talk to him, she notices something off. He stills has that pitch black hair and snow white eyepatch, yet something still seems off about him. He seems to be anxious and scared, like he had done something horrible. Deciding to check whether or not he was okay, she approached him.

“Is something wrong…..”

Chiming in, the man offers her his name,

“Kaneki”

Smiling gently, she takes a spot next to him on the bench.

“Well Kaneki, is something wrong?”

Using his hand to get an itch on his chin, the man quickly replies, smiling kindly at the woman

“Ah, nothing is wrong I’m just thinking about something.”

“If it isn’t rude, may I ask what you’re thinking about?”

“Well, do you think…That it would ever be possible for human and ghouls to live together peacefully?”

The woman’s eyes widen, surprised by the question sprung upon her. She herself was always told growing up that ghouls where monsters, demons that fed upon innocent people like herself. There were too many differences, so much hatred and sorrow between the two species.

“Maybe”

Letting a soft hum in response, the two settle for a comfortable silence.

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At the time she had been so ignorant, so naive. Humans and ghouls coexisting? What a joke, the two were bound to always cause each other pain and suffering. Maybe in another world, in another time, then the two could get along….But during the time that she would spend in this world, the two would constantly be at each other’s necks like cats and dogs.

Their love was doomed from the beginning, destined to end in a tragedy.

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She found out his secret by accident, entering his apartment to return one of the books he had let her read. She was welcomed not by his cheerful hello, nor the smell of freshly baked coffee that seemed to always linger. Instead she was met with the metallic and suffocating smell of blood. Her logical side of her told her to run, get out of there. Why she ignored this logical side of her, she still doesn’t know. Taking a deep breath, she bravely shuts the door behind her and enters the main area of his apartment.

Hunched over in a corner feasting on a brown package is her lover. He doesn’t seem to notice her presence until she is right behind him.

“Kaneki?”

Her voice doesn't waver like she thought it would, it’s as calm as ever. Slowly looking up from his feast, he looks at her, his voice wavering and scared.

“(y-y-y/n)?”

Bending down she smiles softly, not phased at all by the scene before her, his mouth is covered in blood, the eye that he normally has covered up with his medical eye patch is a ghoulish black and red, drool dripping down onto the bloodied package. Why isn’t this scary for her?


“Hey Kaneki, I came to return your book, did I come at a bad time?”

Panic spreads through his remaining black eye, transparent tears leak out and drip down. He thinks, no, he knows that she must hate him. So why is she still here? Why hasn’t she run away or screamed? Feeling his own heartbeat quicken, he starts playing out the worst scenarios his panic stricken mind can give him.

“Kaneki”

Her voice snaps him out of it, her calm voice that shows no fear or hatred after finding out what he really is.

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Why hadn’t she been strong enough to save him. If only she had been born as a ghoul, then maybe she could have prevented him from getting captured….So many ‘what ifs’ and 'could haves’ that will never amount to anything but bitterness and helplessness.

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She had heard about it from Touka, him getting snatched away from him by the cruel hands of ghouls. Not that she had anything against ghouls. After all, both her best friend and lover where ghouls. She desperately begged them to save him for her, that she would do anything. She knew that she was being cruel with her demands, and that they were suffering just as much from is absence as she. But her ignorance made her selfish.

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In the past, she had been weak, ignorant, and all but useless. But she had realized this all too late, too late to save him.

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The last time she saw him, he had snowy white hair and a sad yet loving look in his eye,

“Remember when I asked you if ghouls and humans could coexist?”

Crying softly she nods, not daring to take her eyes off of him in fear of him disappearing once more,

“I found my answer, they can’t. This world is twisted…”

Gently running his hand through her hair, she knew something was off, this isn’t like him.


“I have to go, I need to be stronger…”

Pitifully grabbing his hand, she finds herself crying like a child.

“No, you can’t leave me again!”

Gaining his hand back, he puts on that mask, that damn mask that caused this. Turing away from her, he walks off. A part of her still thinks that this has to be a joke, that he’ll turn around and look at her with that stupid and silly smile and say, 'I got you!’. The reality of it doesn’t settle in until he fully disappears from her view.

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Smiling softly, she looks down on the crowd of people, her heart bitter with sorrow and betrayal. Wishing no more than to bring down a curse on the world, she silently wishes for another chance….

I hope….That if we ever meet again, I’ll have the strength to protect you.

                   But until then, I will continue living in this twisted world….

                                              Maybe next time we meet,

                                                                 It won’t have to end in tragedy…