hold on and let go

Destined To Ask

[Pairing; Kenny Omega X Reader]

      “Cody, let go!” I giggled, yanking my arm out of his hold. “(Y/N), you’re going to fall. Let me help you.” He persisted, calmly ignoring my demand. I attempted what pathetic excuse I could claim as an eye roll, and dainty waved a pointer index finger in his face. “Your wife wouldn’t like you getting all handsy with me.” I hiccuped, smiling. “(Y/N)..” He whispered. “Or would she? She’s hot. Maybe the three of us could try someth..” was all that I could get out before tumbling over my own feet. Cody caught me before I hit the ground, and the rest was history. 

      “Oh..” I croaked, instantly regretting opening my eyes to the blinding light beams seeping through my curtains. I rubbed my face, and massaged my temples. Rolling over, I figured another hour wouldn’t hurt at this point- and that’s when I heard it. Trickling water ran through my shower drain, not even fifteen feet from my bed. Ignoring all of my pain, I shot straight up in my bed. I’m not alone. 

      Eliminating who it couldn’t be, I was zipping through a mental list of names- trying to figure out just who exactly was accompanying me, before it was too late. I grasped onto any detail of last night that I could, attempting to force out any idea of it being one of the guys. Matt left early, and Nick went home to his wife. Adam wasn’t even there- thank God.. That would have been a mistake. I pat myself on the back, for not doing that- even in my worst state. Inwardly slapped in the face, I remembered Cody.. He was the last person I have any memory of seeing. “No, no, no, no, no..” I started to panic. 

      “I did not.. sleep with a married man. I did NOT sleep with a married man.” I repeated, cognitively in a mumble. Lifting the sheets above my eyesight, I realized that I at least was fully clothed- allowing myself to breathe at the greater possibility of the situation. I took off, fumbling over the comforter’s twist- bound into a mess, and stepped to the cool, hard wooden floor. I felt like a toddler taking their first steps, with curiosity and fear. I crept to where I could possibly peek through the door’s crack- a second too late. 

      The white-washed barrier swung open, and revealed someone.. almost worse than Cody. “Well hi there, Princess.” The two-toned, curly headed ex said with a knowing smile. “Oh..” I wept, shutting my eyes- relieved with it not being who I thought it be.. but, disappointed with who it was. “What’s the matter?” He joked, leaning his half naked body to the frame. “Kenny..” I groaned.

      With his chuckle, his chest rose, and the smile widened. He crossed his arms, and let the remaining rainfall drip down his stomach. Of course, he was in a towel.. but I couldn’t promise anything else. “Why’re you..” I aimed to ask. “Here?” He finished for me. “You wanted to have sex last night.” Kenny admitted, and my eyes tightened. “So, we had sex last night.” He concluded, laughing at it if it were a riddle. 

      “Oh..” I recited. “You keep saying that..” Kenny scrunched his face with his observation, and I brought my vision back to the real world. “You were begging.. and you know how much I used to looove the hear you beg, babe.” He romanticized his confession. “So I put you out of your misery.” Kenny clapped his hands together, banging my eardrums to a ring. Whether it had been the alcohol or the gut-rotting idea of drunk sex with him, I was a mere minute away from a date with porcelain. “I’ll be downstairs, my love.” Kenny laughed, as I swept past him in a hurry.

      Freshening up, I managed to move step by step until I was on the first floor. “Bacon or sausage?” Kenny yelled thought the kitchen and into the foyer, connecting to the stairs I had border-line stumbled down. A lightning bolt of sickness shot through my core at the thought of smelling such, let alone eating it. “Please, don’t.” I replied, stopping myself and masking my nose from the scent. Prepared for a natural disaster, I turned the corner to see him standing by the island- in a perfectly fit, previously favorite v-neck. It still hugged him in all the right areas, outlining his muscular build. 

      “Where’s the bacon..” I questioned, confused on how I wasn’t being smothered by an unbearable amount of grease stench. Kenny scoffed in a single laugh. “I can’t have you hurling every time you suck in a breath of air.” He stretched out his arms, to rest them on the counter top. “Come on.” Kenny rolled his eyes. I smiled at his witty excuse of avoiding to cook such a difficult task for his level of culinary. “But I did make you these.” He turned, grabbing the pan full of scrambled eggs. 

      “If you don’t want that, then there’s some cereal left.. I guess.” Kenny said, shaking the nearly empty box of Special K. “Oh, and this.” He added, opening the fridge door. He reached for a champagne glass, and set a drink in front of my intertwined, resting hands. Mimosa. I narrowed my eyes, and titled my head at him. “I know. I’m no bartender, but I figured that it’d help.” 

      Aware of his notorious schemes before, I was a little weary as to why he was being so kind. “Why are you still here?” I asked, letting it be the first thing I could actually swallow this morning with confidence. “Rude.” He shook his head, with a bounce of his curls and a smirk. “I’m here because you obviously can’t take care of yourself.” Kenny remarked, and I shook my head. “Besides, who else is going to tell you about all of the mistakes you made in one night.” He outlined the words in the sky with his hands, with glistening eyes full of details that he couldn’t wait to inform me of. 

      “Kenny, please..” I pleaded, sick from the anxiety of the truths now, instead of the poisoning liquor. “Mmh.” He groaned, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back. “You know how that’s music to my ears!” Kenny yelled, echoing his expression off of the white walls, and into my ears again. “Stop yelling.” I cringed, unsure of where to move my hands- back to my temples, or over my ears. “Oh, where do I begin..” Kenny joked.

      “I’m listening..” I offered myself, sipping the heavily loaded drink, and starting my breakfast. “Ooh, okay.” He shined ear to ear, and rubbed his hands together. “You hit on a girl, across the bar- for starters.” He listed on his digit, mashing both index’s together- letting me know that there was a lot more if he’s counting of his fingers. “I remember that..” I admitted. “Well, you must have a secret side to you then, because then you asked Cody..” He started, before I interrupted. “I remember that, too.” Kenny tilted his head, and nodded at the hinted secret- setting up two fingers now.

      “That’s the last thing I remember, actually..” I owned up to, and he gave a wicked flash in return- knowing he had reached his grip on my upcoming shame. “You fell.” He continued, showing three fingers. “Twice.” He added another, choked out a giggle, and then rest his hand to the counter once more. “Then Cody came and got me.” Kenny finished up, exhaling a sharp and deep breath- ready to get something off of his chest.

      “Brandi called him over the Honor Rising interview again, and he said that it was time he dealt with it..” Kenny whispered, and sucked his lips in at how he knew his friend was in deep shit with his wife- as did I. As did everyone. “.. and that it was time I dealt with something, too.” His pupils grew at the last comment, and he quietened. My eyes dropped with my heart, and a chill skimmed up my spine. “He told me that you still loved me, and that you were drinking because I was flirting with another girl.” Kenny spoke softly- then lifted a full hand of five fingers. “(Y/N)..” He tried.

      “Ken, just go..” I requested, feeling the flush of scarlet snake through my cheeks in embarrassment. Reminded of our past, all at once, my chest’s cavity ripped open just a little wider. “I’m not done yet..” Kenny muttered, under his breath. “Oh, God.. there’s more?” I choked through a swelling throat, and tear-filled eyes. Then I remembered why he was even here in the first place. “Oh..” I shrieked, for what felt like the millionth time today. 

      “Hey, relax.” He smiled, setting his hand on top of mine to calm my nerves. “I brought you home, and we talked.. and that’s all that we did.” He reassured me, putting an extra umph into the word all- so that I was sure. “Wait, we didn’t..” Confused, I asked. “No.” He shook his head. “I’d never do that to you, you know that.” His cheeks grew of a same shade, and he starred a little too long. Kenny retracted his hand, and cleared his throat- pulling us back from the good old days of being together. 

      “What did we talk about?” I murmured, in a mouse’s squeak. “Us.” He looked down with his statement. “I was drunk Kenny, you can’t take that seriously..” I dismissed the conversation with a light-hearted laugh, standing. “I wasn’t.” He chuckled back. “Good.” I replied, picking up my dishes and making my way to the dishwasher. “Mhm.” I heard him hum to himself, forcing me to give in and look at him. From the years of knowing that that was his way of saying I still have more to say, but it’s probably best if I keep my mouth shut- I knew there was a missing piece to the story. “What then?” I dared, knowing it was a trap- I folded my arms, and rest my back against the sink.

      Turning his body to face me, he huffed again. “Spit it out.” I urged. “I wasn’t.. until you asked me a question.” I jerked my head back in sarcasm. “Don’t tell me we’re engaged.” I joked, and he stayed silent. “Or.. already.. married?” I pushed a little harder, with him not budging at my humor. “No, (Y/N).” Kenny snapped, shutting the jokes down. “I gotta get going.” He said, lifting the remaining pots and pans from breakfast up. Getting to the sink, he knew I wouldn’t move out of the way until I got what I wanted. “Please move.” He asked politely, but different than any mood he had been in so far. 

      “Kenny..” I said, scrunching my eyebrows at his manners and attitude, and he shot his- not saying another word. I did as he asked, and stepped aside. Working away, he washed and rinsed the plates and I stood idly by. I can’t do this anymore. “Hey.” I turned, speaking soft enough for only him to hear- setting my fingernails to his skin. He didn’t move his view, but he shut off the tap and rest his working hands. “Tell me.” I demanded in the nicest possible way.

      Kenny shut his eyes and let his lungs breathe. A second later, he came back and grabbed a dish towel- drying his hands. “You asked me if you were stupid to ask if I missed you.” He enunciated each word, just so he didn’t have to repeat himself. Oh.. I thought, and didn’t let slip. I stood, frozen, picking at my nails with one another. “And..” I encouraged him to keep going, after half a minute of thinking. “And.. You were too drunk for me to tell you. So I took you to bed, tucked you in, and slept on the couch.” He smiled again, happily- pointing towards the couch in clear view. 

      “And the shower thing?” He chuckled again, and even if it has been a couple minutes since his last- I missed it. “I just thought it’d be funny.” Kenny confessed, waiving his hands up in surrender. “You jerk.” I laughed. He bit his lip, then dropped his smile over the matter of a moment. Tell me. “So if I wasn’t drunk..” I began beating around the bush- both of us knowing it was destined to come out sooner or later. 

      “Yeah.” He spat, rubbing his neck. Yeah.. you miss me.. I thought, I hoped. “Yeah, it was a stupid question to ask.” Kenny claimed. If looks could kill, Kenny’d drop dead. I didn’t speak- I didn’t have to. I stood in stillness. “Of course, I do..” He finally spoke up. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Kenny pitched the cloth with. 

      A flutter of what felt like butterflies danced around my beating heart, pulsing at the replay of his words. He smiled. He really smiled, too. A genuine one. Closing the gap between us, he wrapped his warm arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. “Do these with me.” He snickered, kissed my temple again, and let go. I smiled to myself, and reached for the bottle of Dawn. 

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Headcannon #18

Sangwoo has made bum sing for him, and while bum isn’t the best of singers, Sangwoo still makes him do it to remind himself of yet another thing his mother used to do. She wasn’t the best either.

anonymous asked:

How would the UT and UF skelebrothers react if their S/O broke up with them, and then later they found out it was because they didn't think that they were good enough for them

I was so tempted to make one of the skellies have to wait more than a year to find out. But that would just be cruel.

UT!Sans: The breakup goes surprisingly well. He’s not one to beg or make a scene. But he will ask you if you’re sure, and he does want to know if he did anything wrong. He’s trying to drag the whole thing out, in case you suddenly change your mind. But he still accepts it when you don’t. He asks to hug you though. And he buries his head in your neck for what he think is the last time. It’s taking everything in him to not break down into sobs and hold on for dear life. So he quickly lets go again, and teleports away to make it easier.

He misses you a lot during the time that follows. And he’d do anything to get you back. But he’s trying to respect your choices. This is just another thing he’ll have to get through. That still doesn’t change the fact that it hurts so much, and he sees you in everything around him. Papyrus is having a hard time cheering him up. So he just drags him along to training.

That’s where he hears your reasoning for it. And he can’t believe he didn’t see that coming. God he’s stupid, he should’ve seen the signs of you entering a low period. But no, he didn’t. Because he didn’t bother talking to you. And now you’ve broken up with him because of it.

So he teleports over to your new apartment and waits for you to come home. He knows that he’s trying to get back together with you, and that you’ll probably say yes. But he can’t help but feel like the awkward ex who comes crawling back. It’s worth it though.

And he tells you that. He knows that he messed up if he made you feel that way. And he’s really sorry about that. But you are way out of his league, and he just forgot that maybe you didn’t realize that. So please come back, babe. And let’s just forget all of this.

UT!Papyrus: He doesn’t understand what it is you’re trying to say at first. Why would you want to split up? Are you looking for something around the house? When you rephrase it and tell him that no, you’re trying to break up with him, he really doesn’t know what to say. He wants to be calm and have a discussion about this, but he can feel himself start crying. He doesn’t want to break up! He… he loves you?! PLEASE DON’T GO.

*You leave anyway

And he is so confused. He thought the relationship was going well! And he doesn’t even know what he did to make you want to break up with him. It must have been something horrible. Why else would you do it. You were so happy together! …Right? At least that’s what he thought. Did he miss other things as well? Was he not listening to you enough? Not paying enough attention? These thoughts keep running through his head, and he can’t focus on training or anything really. He wants to talk to you about it. But you’re not there.

It’s Undyne who tells you that she heard from Alphys, who you used to talk about insecurities with, that you left him because you didn’t think you were good enough for him. And he is even more confused now. He’s always tried to make you feel like you were good enough for him, and teach you to be your very best. Did he really fail that?

He looks everywhere for you and when he finds you he pulls you in for a hug. It might be easy to feel like you’re not as great as he is. But stars does he love you. And even though he is very great, you might be even greater. Please let him show you that.

UF!Sans: He’s getting desperate before you’ve finished your sentence. But he can’t let you see that, so he tries to act cold. But that doesn’t last long. And he’s pleading with you within minutes. You can’t leave him. Please doll, please. You don’t understand how much he needs you, he loves you. He does everything he can to make you stay. Begging, pleading. He’s almost down on his knees. When he realizes that shit you’re actually going to leave he panics. ‘’Well FUCK YOU then,’’ he says and teleports out. That’s the last you see of him for weeks.

He avoids every place you might be. And if he ever catches the slightest glimts of you, he’s teleporting the hell outta there. He just can’t deal with it. It hurts and he hates that. But he can’t stop thinking about you. He honestly did love you, and that took him a while to admit. But he knew that he was going to fuck this up somehow, although he thought he’d at least know what he’d done. He spends his time in Grillby, until he gets thrown out for starting drunken bar fights.

When he finds out why you broke up with him he is so angry and exasperated. You are the stupidest person he knows. He literally facepalms because omg and then goes to find your stupid ass.

When he does, he starts ranting in front of you. Ignoring the shocked look you’re giving him. You are so stupid like what the fuck. Which part of him being a lazy bonehead did you not get when you started dating him? You think he’s too good for you? He doesn’t even know where to start but you are so wrong. So stop being so stupid and come home. You’re worth ten times as much as he is, and even if you’re not seeing that right now. He’ll make sure to show you how much he really values you. (He is so grumpy, please cuddle the skeleton)

UF!Papyrus: When you break up with him, he’s yelling at you to not be stupid. Eventually it goes over into threats and insults because you can’t do this. Then it’s like he flips like a switch because fine he doesn’t need you anyway. In fact you should leave right now. He’ll literally be using his magic to force you out the door, yelling that you shouldn’t ever come back because he doesn’t want you. He regrets it immediately, but he pushes those feelings down. He doesn’t know how to deal with them right now.

He refuses to acknowledge you during the next few weeks. Stubbornly refusing to tell Sans what happened, and why he’s even more mad than usual. His control issues are getting out of hand. Nothing can be out of order and he needs to know exactly what is going on at all times. The break up came out of the blue, and he can’t believe he didn’t see it coming. So this is him making sure he wont have to feel that shock again.

When he finally finds out why you left he’s horrified. You left under the false impression that you weren’t good enough? And he treated you like shit before you left. For the first time in a really long time he feels ashamed of himself. He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to make you feel like you mattered to him, and he failed that simple task.

He finds you and hushes angrily as soon as you open your mouth. He might be here to apologize, but he’s nervous and masking it behind being as formal and strict as he can. And he leaves you with basically no choice. He has to show you that he can do better. And he’s not leaving until you agree to give him a second chance.

anonymous asked:

Selina W from Hypable wrote a review and speculated that there could be 2 endgames for C. Bell/C, and C/L with the flame in her head. L literally would live through C, and they'd be 'together' in some sense of the word, forever. Fuck that. She seems to think it could make snese with the story, but if they do that I will never forgive them. Keep the flame away from C. What purpose would it serve her?

That’s a terrible end game.

To be with someone in your imagination?

Come on. 

What a horrible real life psychology to portray.


LET GO. Do not hold onto the past. 

That speculation doesn’t fit AT ALL with the idea of the show which is about turning the page, rising from the ashes, being redeemed, learning from your mistakes. Starting over with a new world.

God. No. That’s horrible. Not because of shipwars. That’s horrible because what does that say to people about how they should deal with the things they’ve lost? Never let go? Hold on to impossible dreams? Give up on real life for a virtual life? For a dream? Not actually live? 

God no. Selina. Girl. Get away from the shipping politics. That is a tragic end for  a person who stops living. Never choose virtual reality over actual life. 

This Is A Declaration Of Exhumation
I Need All The Jakes From Each And Every Nation
But Hes Farting, Of Course, Yes, Thats A Given
Until You See That, Youre Not Really Living
So If I Were You, Id Go Get Busy
Drawing A Jake, Ah, But Dont Get Dizzy 
Because Your Mind And Soul Will Make A Connection
It All Starts Here, A Spiritual Interjection
And Then It Slowly Grows, It Lives Inside
You Sought A Sanctum And His Butt Replied
So Just Let It Out, Dont Hold It In
Draw Jake Farting, Go Ahead, Begin

A Word To Your Spouses

anonymous asked:

Matsu reactions to after unsuccessfully trying to get his S/o to go to bed, just as he was about to leave, his s/o kisses him on the forehead and says, "Hey. Goodnight. Greatest of husbands and best among men." And giving them a loving smile.

Osomatsu: Whines for attention.

Karamatsu: He sighs and kisses their forehead lovingly. “ Of course, I’ll be anything for my love~”

Choromatsu: nags so quickly, how could they! He tried so hard.

Ichimatsu: Lays by them and goes back to bed holding them close. He won’t let go for anything.

Jyushimatsu: Lifts them up, and carries them around. They’re technically up!

Todomatsu: He puffs his cheeks, but if they go back to sleep he’ll pour water on them.

The positive things: 29/03/17

For the majority of the day I have felt like crawling into a corner, curling up in a ball and crying myself to sleep. However no matter how much I want to cry, I cant. I feel like I am failing and messing up constantly, letting myself and everyone around me down. Why can’t I do it, why can’t I let it go? I am constantly holding myself back and, at the end of the day, I’m the only person that I am cheating. Excuses excuses. Lies. Lies. Sigh. I’m sorry.
Right. Time to put my positive pants on…

  • I started my student finance application for September (for the 4th year in a row >.>) and have now finished 99% of it, just one thing I need to get signed and then it can all be sent off!
  • My fantastic beasts and where to find them DVD arrived ^.^
  • Food wise, I had a bigger morning snack, had a slightly different afternoon snack (tried some of the Nakd posh bits) and a new/different corner for dessert. Oh and I had stir fry again tonight as I had half of everything left over from Monday
  • Started my homework for E, who I am seeing tomorrow for supported lunch.
  • I got to sit with the neighbours dogs for a little while this evening as they asked me to check on them as they are in London.

I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…

Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…

Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…

Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…

2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…

i decided to love you,
through all the changes,
all the unreciprocated things.
i decided to hand you
the knife even it stabs me
a million times.
i decided to love you,
in a million different ways.
because it’s always
been you, love.
—  her (MIS); loving, breaking
And I don’t say it, but I can’t help but to think that she might never find what she’s looking for. She’s always laughing just a little too loud, or answering just a little too quickly, or holding onto things that she should’ve let go of years ago….She is so thirsty for love that she drowns in it every time.
—  Poetry At Most
I imagine that to others, we appeared like a knot. We were messy and dysfunctional, and constantly tangled up in each other. Our limbs, our emotions, our lives. I was always trying to smooth out the rougher parts of you and you were trying to untangle the disaster that my life was becoming. I don’t know how we became so caught up in each other, but my God I was never happier to bend and twist myself around the prospect of someone’s happiness.
—  Clinging onto a dead love will only bring out a pair of scissors.