i always laugh and cry and don't know what to do with myself

anonymous asked:

"crazy detention stories"...go

They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:

  • So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.
  • So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂
  • Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???
  • Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.
  • The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.
  • Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.
  • It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.
  • It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment
  • Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious
  • Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound
  • One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂
  • One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.
  • As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.
  • It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.
  • Guys: It was me.
  • One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.
  • There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.
  • Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.
  • One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something
  • One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.
  • One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.
  • Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason
  • One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.
  • He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name
  • One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg
  • One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂
  • It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.
  • Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing
  • Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.
  • Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel
  • So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual
  • But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg
  • So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest
  • This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT
  • he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me
  • The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing
  • We never saw her in detention again😂
  • My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble
  • This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”
  • One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”
  • Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more
  • One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go
  • I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao
  • I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao

i. domesticity

I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.

ii. vicinity

Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.

iii. mobilization

I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

iv. unearthliness

My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.

—  this pain lasts in every location
Favourite Lyrics of each Divide Song
  • Eraser: The world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow
  • Castle On The Hill: Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right
  • Dive: I've been known to give my all and jumping in harder than 10,000 rocks on the lake
  • Shape Of You: Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow
  • Perfect: She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home
  • Galway Girl: I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write about a Galway girl and a perfect night
  • Happier: He said something to make you laugh, I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
  • New Man: Every year he goes to Malaga, with all the fellas, drinks beer, but has a six pack, I'm kind of jealous
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
  • what Do I Know?: You know we are made up of love and hate but both of them are balanced on a razor blade
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): I'm feeling younger, every time that I'm alone with you
  • Supermarket Flowers: Dad always told me don't you cry when you're down, but mum there's a tear every time that I blink
  • Barcelona: Well get up up on the dancefloor tonight, I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams, my heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now
  • Nancy Mulligan: From her snow white streak in her jet black hair, over sixty years I've been loving her.
  • Save Myself: I gave you all my energy and I took away your pain, cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain
how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.

“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.

“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”

“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.

“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”

“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.

We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.

I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.

Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.

“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.

“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.

This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.

I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.

“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”

“Because why?” He interrupted.

“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.

“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”

“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”

“It’s not that much diff-”

“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.

“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.

“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”

“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.

“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.

I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.

Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.

His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.

We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.

“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.

Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.

I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.

He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.

He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.

I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.

“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.

“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.

“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.

“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.

One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.

Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.

Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.

“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.

anonymous asked:

Prompto with a really insecure fem!S/o? Like they really don't like how they look and are always asking him if he really loves her and thinking what does he see in her?

A small drabble for rubyreddemise because she had a nightmare and asked for a little Prompto fluff. It’s a little bit of hurt/comfort, but Prompto is just too sweet and wHY CAN’T WE HAVE TEN

“Do you really love me?”

The words completely broke his heart. Prompto gaped at you, unable to come up with a reply to what you were saying. His tongue felt dry, and he couldn’t seem to locate his voice.

You glanced at him from your spot on his couch, silent tears blurring your vision. “I just don’t know what you see in me, Prom. I’m not beautiful. I’m not a super model. I’m not…I’m not anything.”

Prompto violently shook his head and grasped your hands. Your eyes met his and you saw a whole mess of emotions—anger, hurt, disbelief—welling up inside.

“How could you say that?” he asked, a little louder than he intended. When you shrank back, he bit his lip. Quieter this time, he said, “You are the most incredible person I have ever known. When I met you, do you know the first thing I thought?”

You shook your head.

“I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. I figured you were out of my league. And then when I spoke to you for the first time, I knew I was right,” he chuckled distantly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you. How could I not?”

You laughed too, but it was derisive. You shook your head, bringing your knees to hug against your chest. “I’m just being stupid.”

“No,” he stated. “You’re not. Look, babe, I know what it’s like to not be happy with how you look.” He hesitated a moment, and then seemed to decide something in his mind. “Wait here.”

Prompto got up and went into his room. You heard him shuffling around, unsure of what was going on. He returned with a handful of photographs, most of them looked to be about five or six years old.

“Look,” he handed them to you with shaking fingers. You took them curiously, and examined them. They were all of him—but a younger Prompto, shorter and much chubbier, looking into a mirror with a camera flashing in the reflection. You flipped through them and saw as he progressively got thinner and thinner, until you saw a thinner, teenage version of the man who was sitting in front of you.

You looked back up at him, at a loss for words.

“I hated myself,” he said quietly. “Thought I wasn’t good enough to be Noct’s friend because of my weight. So I starved myself, made myself run every day just so that when I finally felt like I was ready, I could go talk to him. The thing is,” Prompto took the photos back, looking at the chubby, younger version of himself. “I don’t think Noct cared either way.”

“Prompto…”

“What I’m saying is,” he sighed, putting the photos down and taking your hands in his. “I love you for who you are. All your imperfections. All the things that make you, you. Look,” He lifted his shirt, showing the streak lines on his belly from where he’d lost the most weight. “I even have stretch marks too.”

He poked at his belly with a goofy little grin and you couldn’t help but laugh. You quieted down though, giving his hands a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Prom,” you said. “I just can’t help it sometimes, you know? You’re just…I just see you as this perfect guy, always so happy and so thoughtful, and I don’t know if I can ever measure up to you.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that about me,” he joked before settling on a more serious tone. “But I just want you to know that I’m not perfect, either. But if you love me the way that I love you, whatever imperfections I have don’t bother you. Just like how your imperfections are part of why I love you so much. You’re human. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You let a tear roll down your cheek, and Prompto was quick to wipe it away.

“You’re allowed to feel sad and insecure. Hell, I feel that way all the time. Have you seen Gladio’s arms?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. He grinned.

“I don’t want you to be perfect,” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms. “I just want you. All of you, all the time.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, and saw how he looked down at you. His eyes were so warm, so devoted. You leaned up and kissed him, feeling all of his love pour into you. He pulled you into his lap and held you close, your lips never parting from his. When you finally came up for air, you tucked your head under his chin and he rocked you against his chest.

“Be patient with me,” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, your breath still a little uneven from crying earlier. “Please?”

Prompto kissed the top of your head, gently running his hands up and down your back. “Babe, you and I have got all the time in the world.”

anonymous asked:

Hope you don't mind another prompt! In honor of current antics - five weddings Kaneki cried at + when he got married and multiple people cried. Preference for canon or implied pairings, but you do you

I’m going to ignore the most recent chapters in that :RE is shutting down.

The first wedding Kaneki ever attended (attended was generous…him and Touka watched from the hills as the happy couple left the church) was actually for two people who barely knew. He wasn’t invited by the couple, but was rather invited by the person who mattered to him most.

Yoriko looked beautiful. However, Kaneki couldn’t shake the sight of tears glistening in the corners of Touka’s eyes.

She didn’t cry, but he did (he cried for Touka, who life had hardened into someone who couldn’t let themselves break down or they’d keep on breaking).


Nishiki and Kimi got married in :RE in a ceremony that involved only the exchange of blood (ghoul tradition) and a pair of rings (on Kimi’s insistence…she was understanding, but she wanted something physical to show that Nishiki wasn’t leaving this time). She had been so brave when Nishiki first came back to her. She’d been supportive and kind and so…so afraid of losing him again.

Kaneki glanced down at where his fingers were interlocked with Touka’s (a tarnished ring on his index…not his ring finger). He was so happy that Nishiki and Kimi had found each other again. He was happy he could be here (with her). They’d both lost so many people.

They were going to lose more, but at least they could be happy for now.

He cried a little bit and Nishiki, bastard that he was, never let it go.


Ayato and Hinami don’t get married. Kaneki thinks they never will (Ayato won’t look at the ring on Kaneki’s finger. He didn’t show up to Nishiki’s wedding either). However, what they have is special.

Kaneki had been reading in the greenhouse when he heard. Hinami promised never to leave Ayato, that he’d never be alone, and that they’d share their lives forever. Ayato hadn’t cried (though Kaneki certainly teared up), but he did sound awfully choked up when he told Hinami,

“Forever. Even if we die.”

It wasn’t romantic yet, but Kaneki knew one day it would be.


Amon and Akira’s marriage was abrupt. There’s fear in both their eyes during the ceremony (desperation for it to go faster, a feverish terror that it wouldn’t happen at all). Amon’s hands shake so violently he can barely get the ring on his wife’s finger. Akira’s are steady, however Kaneki knows her well enough to see that she’s gone pale.

They are getting married because they know there isn’t much time left.

Kaneki knows that too. Maybe that’s why his hands start to shake (him and Amon had always been a little too similar).

Unlike Amon’s, his didn’t stop until Touka shoved him into a wall and kissed him until he couldn’t think of anything else.


Naki and Miza’s wedding is a gigantic party. It’s full of dancing and laughter and everything that his been missing from the somber occasions proceeding it - it suits the couple well. Kaneki is happy for them, laughing until his vision blurs with tears, and he finds a little bravery in it.

Maybe he can take a risk today…


Touka and Kaneki’s wedding is attended by all of their friends. It’s not a party like Naki and Miza’s, but it’s still…a celebration.

Kaneki’s hands shake, but Touka is smiling. Her eyes don’t hold the same fear that Akira’s did. They don’t reflect quite the same history that Kimi’s did - an old love or a wounded one (though Kaneki had given her plenty to be hurt about…today was free of that. They were free of that). No one has to hide in their crowd of friends.

There’s no doubt here - they’re in love. They’re getting married because they’re in love.

There’s no aisle to walk down, no white dress, no rings except for the one Kaneki already wears. There’s just Banjou, newly inducted into internet priesthood, along with a speech that each of them had written. Kaneki’s is five pages long after many nights of editing (it was 20, but Ayato had beaten him up and said he didn’t want to hear about his sister for that long). Touka’s is one.

Touka cries at what he has to say (passages from all her favourite books, quotes from her, every example of her kindness he knew she couldn’t refute, and how much he wanted to be with her instead of needed to be…because she already knew about the need). Some others tear up at his sentimentality. Touka’s one page is what turns on the waterworks for Yomo, Ayato, and all the old members of :RE.

“I love you. I never thought there was a reason for me to live in this world other than my refusal to die. I never thought I could be redeemed - I didn’t want to be. But you, you made me…see the world. You made me look. When I looked at the world, saw its ugliest parts and its beauty, I saw myself, too. You made me look like somebody worth living for, so I want to spend my life on you. Let’s both make the most of it.”

I Don’t Dance ● Tyler Bate

SO.. WE ARE READY FOR THIS SECOND SERIES? ARE WE SURE?? THIS IS THE FIRST OF MANY. DO NOT WORRY. I HAVEN’T GIVEN UP ON LOVE POTION NO. 9.. JUST GOT THIS IDEA TOO.

Summary for the series / information will be posted asap, I swear it. 

SUMMARY: Tyler is your roommate. Both of you have crushes on each other but… You really don’t say much to each other or know each other well.. He only sees the one side of you.. WHen he comes home early and finds you filming a dance tutorial for your Youtube channel in the apartment, that all changes… SMUT. STRAIGHT UP SMUT.

PAIRING: Tyler Bate  x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3633K+… yeah so.. I get really into these things, okay?? I apologize… Not really??

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miyakokurono  asked:

Hey I really love your headcannons and reactions. So I was wondering if I could get a request for how Seven and Zen would react to their MC having a existential crisis and stress breakdown that resulted in shouting and angry tears (not at them but just in general) due to over working and the fact that she tends to bottle things up until it gets to much for her to handle. (I have a tendency to do this quite a bit.)_ I understand if you don't want to answer this but thank you anyways ☺

i’m so glad you like my headcanons but oh man, you should remember to take breaks and talk to people if you are stressed :) i know it’s probably not going to convince you by a stranger saying that, but remember that my ask box is always open if you feel the need to rant to someone ❤

i wrote some short headcanons here about all the babes reacting to a stressed/overworked MC, maybe that will help slightly? it was therapeutic to write, at least  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Zen

  • As he wasn’t exactly the most hard working student in his younger days because he found paper work boring, he had just made sure to give you space and silence to finish your work as he didn’t feel like he had much to contribute with
  • He had just arrived from a late night run, and after his shower he decided to check on you to see if you were finished soon, so you could head to bed together
  • When he walked towards the office where you were working, he heard soft sobs and sped up, worried and wondering why you were crying
  • “Princess? What’s wrong?”
  • You were stressed, tired, lonely and just feeling like utter crap
  • “I have barely seen you for days, and I miss you! You’ve been so busy and I’m scared you won’t have time for me anymore! I don’t have time to finish all this work! I hate myself for putting it off for so long, I hate it! Why do I even need to finish it, when it’s all pointless in the end anyways? We are all going to die one day, why do we exist in the first place?!”
  • Suprised by your outburst, Zen hugged you tightly and let you cry in his arms
  • “I’m so sorry babe, I should’ve asked you what you wanted instead of just leaving you alone. As to answer your question why we excist… Well, why do you want to exist?”
  • When you didn’t answer, he kissed your head and rubbed your back soothingly
  • “The reasons why I want to, is to love and be loved. To prove those who doubted me wrong, to find reasons to stay, to make people happy while I’m here. But most of all, I want to take care of you and make you happy. Do we need any other reasons than that?”
  • You sniffled and muttered “I guess not…” into his chest, and he picked you up gently and carried you to bed
  • “You are obviously too exhausted to keep working, just rest for tonight, at least. Next time you’re doubting yourself or anything else, just talk to me, okay? I hate seeing my princess like this”


707

  • Seven was being tsundere again and ignoring you, and instead of confronting him you just burried yourself in work
  • Several days passed by without you seeing your boyfriend even once, and the hurt combined with your stress and lack of sleep made you think
  • Was he even your boyfriend anymore? Had he ever been? He was a genius, maybe he had just made a hologram with a nice persona to keep you company? Was he even real? Were you real?
  • Looking hopelessly down at all the work you had done, you the tears started falling. Why did you even bother? Who cared anyways? 
  • Getting mad, you started scolding yourself, gradually letting go of all the fears and emotions you had built up for so long
  • What you didn’t know was that Seven was checking you on the CCTV right then, and when he heard you breaking down and practically yelling, he dropped his “not good enough for you” act and went to you
  • “MC, come here please”
  • Before you could even answer, he took your hand and led you to the roof of the bunker, where he sat down and pulled you into his lap
  • “I know I’m a shitty person and that I’m probably the last person you want to talk to, but please tell me what’s wrong”
  • The fresh air, the sight of the night sky and the feeling of his arms around you calmed you down slightly, but you didn’t know where to start so you just asked him if this was all real
  • “Is anything real, MC? Do we have proof of anything? We could all literally be video game characters in a game played by God, and we wouldn’t even know. But I think that if we knew everything, life would be way too sad for me. I think that part of the charm of being alive is that we are able to think and accept things as you see them, without it neccesarily being real. We don’t really need a reason to exist, we just need a reason to wake up every morning”
  • He looked hesitantely at you, and you could see his golden eyes glow in the moonlight
  • “You probably won’t believe me and that’s fine, just please don’t laugh or hate me… I kind of think that you’re my reason”
  • You felt a smile grow as you played with his fingers, still intertwined with yours
  • “If you want my honest opinion thought, I think you should just take every thing as they come, and accept them as real if you feel like they are. YOLO, isn’t that what the kids say these days?”
  • He smiled softly and nudged your shoulder, making you laugh
  • “I guess it is. Are you really living by that?”
  • Shrugging, he leaned in and kissed you
  • “I think I will from now on”

I’m sick and don’t want to move, so you get Stan and Soos headcanons.

Did twelve year old Soos even know how to fix anything? I submit that he did not. I mean, it’s possible he’d helped Abulita with some simple home repair stuff before—but also, it’s just as likely that he didn’t? He was twelve and his qualifications for being hired were “he was holding a screwdriver at the time.” 

So imagine the day he first shows up for work. Stan’s like “okay, twelve year old that I hired in defiance of both common sense and child labor laws, here’s the golf cart. The problem’s pretty simple, I could fix it myself if I weren’t busy, so hop to it. Here’s a toolbox, I will provide no adult supervision.” 

Stan leaves and Soos is like “okay, I can do this. How hard can it be?” And proceeds to break it a whole ton more than it was broken to begin with, because he’s just a kid kind of taking things apart and trying to put them back together with no idea what he’s doing.

Stan comes back a few hours later and looks at the small child surrounded by engine parts like “welp, I should have seen this coming.” But Soos is close to tears, he’s frustrated and exhausted and probably with a handful of little cuts and such on his hands from rooting around inside a golf cart. He’d been so proud that he’d gotten a real grown-up job–at the coolest place in Gravity Falls, no less! But now he can’t do the one thing he’s supposed to and his fingers hurt and he’s tired and embarrassed.

He starts bawling and begs Stan not to fire him–which, of course, makes Stan incredibly uncomfortable and tugs at his soft little marshmallow of a heart.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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Don’t Jump (Rescue Me)

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings (some potential triggers): suicide attempt, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful ending. Reader is struggling with multiple mental illnesses: adult ADHD, anxiety, depression, and rejection-sensitive dysphoria with suicidal ideation.

Word Count: 945

Inspired by: Tokio Hotel - Don’t Jump (Finn) and Rescue Me (Reader)

A/N: Hello hello! So this came from a quiet moment at home where I imagined Finn talking someone down from the edge. It got personal, and I ended up crying as it unfolded. Turned out to be therapeutic in a way I didn’t know I needed.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. :)

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when i was five, and romance didn’t exist for boys, it did exist for me. “she’s going to break hearts one day,” people said, speaking about me over my head. i smiled, because that is something little girls are supposed to be pleased to hear.

when i was six i was supposed to kiss my best friend because he was a boy, and when i wouldn’t, he pushed me down hard enough that my palms bled. he said if i told a teacher, he’d tell everyone i kissed him and i was bad at it. i washed off in the school’s bathroom sink and cried about it all through recess.

at eight, i stopped wearing dresses because i couldn’t turn cartwheels in them. “a tomboy,” somebody said about me, over my head, as if i couldn’t hear them. i said, “i don’t want to be a boy,” and they laughed. “we know, sweetness.” i said, “i’m not sweet, i’m serious,” and they laughed again. “you’re cute,” they said. i smiled at that, because that’s something little girls are supposed to be pleased to hear.

at nine, i had too many friends that were boys. “i don’t like it,” my father said, standing in the kitchen. i didn’t understand it. “your body is going to start changing soon, and i don’t want those boys looking at you. i don’t like it,” he’d repeat. we moved away that summer. i lost everybody.

when i was eleven, my teacher took me out of the classroom and asked me to put on another layer because even though it was hot in there, all of the boys were staring at the little forming bumps on my chest. i remember embarrassment spiking down my spine like lightning. i begged my mother to take me bra shopping. it was terrible there, in those bright stores with bright lights and beautiful women with tight thighs. it was terrible and embarrassing to touch or look at or even think about these things.

at thirteen, my best guy friend wrestled me to the ground and covered me in kisses no matter how much i asked him to stop it. “it’s supposed to be like this,” he kept repeating, “just stop struggling.” he told me i was pretty and lovely and that boys and girls can’t be friends. he told me to stop being so mad at him, that little girls are supposed to be pleased about these things.

the same winter, i was catcalled for the first time in my whole life. i jumped when the car pulled up by my side. they said “baby” over my head as if i wasn’t who they were discussing. i didn’t smile about it. i had to sit down to stop myself from vomiting. 

when i was fifteen, half of my friends were boys. my best friend was in love with me. he told me i was breaking his heart. he said that if i didn’t love him back, he’d have nothing to live for anymore. the story with the rest of them is all the same. either they left me or they thought they fell in love with the idea of somebody i wasn’t.

that summer when i was sad - and i was sad categorically, always - i tried reaching out. when i turned to the boys, all i heard was, “don’t cut, you’re beautiful,” “don’t kill yourself, you’re so pretty,” “think of the scars, sweetie,” “when you cut yourself, i’m the one who starts bleeding.” i didn’t smile, although i think girls are supposed to be pleased to hear these things. i didn’t know how to say: i don’t feel beautiful, and even if i did, what i’m doing to myself has nothing to do with you, or what i look like, or how fuckable i am to you. instead i told them i was fine, and fixed, and nothing bad was happening.

when he broke my heart, it was because i told him no. when he left, i cried because it hurt to watch my best friend go. when he left, he said that he’d never liked me for my soul: only for my curves, the only real way to measure worth in a girl.

at sixteen, i had only girl friends. they were gentle, and different, and walked me through things. they held my hand when classes got too loud for me, and it meant friendship. they kissed me on the cheeks when i was crying, and it meant friendship. they slept next to me and it was friendship in the way i wasn’t used to. i was used to “stop being a tease,” to “why are you doing this to me.” it was just friendship, and it was excellent.

i was called a dyke, a lesbian, a man-hater. i thought of the men who had hurt me, who had spoken over my head, who had given me their full opinion even though i never asked for it. i was hated by basically everyone. i was sad and lonely so often that i often thought i’d never feel happy again.

at nineteen, in college, i had friends who were boys again, because college boys are supposed to be old enough to see you as a person. they all called me Steve, short for Steven. at first i thought it was some kind of inside joke, that it was cute, that it meant they loved me the way i loved them all. one day while we were both drunk, i asked one of them why they wouldn’t just say my name. he laughed. he said, “god, you’re going to hate me when i explain.” he said that they’d all formed an agreement behind my back that none of them would fuck me, that if i was going to be one of the bros, i couldn’t be a girl to them. i could only be seen as a boy if i wanted to be their friend. he said this all while staring at a point over my head, and tried to kiss me at the end. when i pushed him away, he said, “sorry, steve,” took a breath, “but if i start seeing you as a girl, i’m gonna try to kiss you again.”

i said, “i don’t want to be a boy, though,” and he laughed again.

he said, “i know, sweetie.”

at twenty-two, i am sick of boys who are “nice,” who are “not like other boys,” who are offended when i don’t immediately trust their intentions. i have been hurt over and over and over again. i only talk to about three of my boy friends and the rest i lost because i dared not to fuck them. 

at the same time, i kept most of my girl friends. i have had crushes on most of them. it never impacted our relationships. even girls who are gay like i am know that being friends doesn’t mean i owe them. they hold my eyes when i talk to them. 

i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i love so many people, and many boys are wonderful and charming and excellent. i’m sorry i flinch away from a friendship. i’m sorry i will be cold and unaffectionate and scared of getting too close

it’s just that, since i was five, i was told i break hearts.

—  girls don’t owe you shit, dude: a polite reply to a post which inadvertently blames girls for distrusting the affections of a guy friend // r.i.d
Shance Fluff Week Day 2 - Sea/Stars

“My mom used to sing me a song about the stars.” Lance whispered quietly. He looked at Shiro with sad eyes, normally baby blues deep and dark, filled to the brim with what Shiro knew was homesickness. They were sitting on a dock, on an alien planet, casually watching the waves roll beneath them.

The water was far, far below them. Lance had said that it was probably low tide, but the planet had three moons, which made Shiro wondered if high tide ever came in.

“She did?”

Lance sighed, and leaned back on his hands. “Yeah. It was more like a story actually.” He cocked his head, like he was trying to remember. “I can never remember the words, though. She never sung it to me unless I had a nightmare.” He laughed bitterly. “Which was a lot less when I was four.”

“Do you remember what it was about?” Shiro asked softly.

The Blue Paladin pursed his lips, then shrugged. “I, I um, yeah. I think so.”
Shiro leaned back next to him. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Lance chuckled softly. It made Shiro’s heat melt a little, to see his teammate, and sort-of crush, so subdued. “Um, sure. Yeah.”
Lance sighed. “Well, I’m pretty sure the story starts with something like ‘Callate, callete’, or ‘be quiet, be quiet’.” His mouth twitched upwards. “My mom was dramatic.” He explained with a shrug. Lance ran a hand through his hair. “’The stars are shining up above. They’re blinking out of sorrow for the love that they’ve lost.’” Lance sighed. “’Help them, help them, for they need help, and it has yet to come.’” He wrinkled his nose. “It’s really cheesy now that I say it out loud.”

Shiro laughed. “Keep going. You’re great.”
Lance smiled. “The stars are lost there in the ocean, look, look down and see them, can’t you tell they are lost? They search for the sun, their lover and friend, but the moon betrayed them.“

Shiro leaned a little closer. Lance had gotten quieter.

“He told them the sun was taking a bath, that he had cast himself into the water to wash away his heat. The stars believed him, and that was their greatest mistake. The sun had thrown himself into the water at sunset, burning, burning, burning, until there was nothing left.”

Shiro let himself lean on his arm.

“But the moon.“

“What?” Shiro asked.

“The sun killed himself, and turned into the moon.” Lance whispered, with a smile on his face. He winked.

Shiro chuckled softly. “Why would the moon do that?”

“Shh, Shiro, I’m getting to that part.” Lance whispered. Without a second thought, he winked a put a finger on Shiro’s lips. “You need to learn how to think before you speak.”
Shiro flushed, but Lance didn’t notice, and kept eye contact. Shiro didn’t say that it was actually Lance’s problem.

“The sun was sad. He was entranced with the stars, always watching them in the moments he could see them when he set. He fell in love with them.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “All of them?”

“Every single one.” He smiled. “And he planned to leave none of them behind.” Lance whispered. His hand moved from Shiro’s face to his shoulder. “So he fell with them, into the ocean. The stars didn’t realize that it was the sun with them, so they ran away.” Lance smiled. “But he didn’t chase them. It was enough, to be with them.”
“So why do we see the sun every morning?” Shiro smiled.

“The sun found another to take his place. He drowned in the ocean as well, the first night.”
Shiro chuckled.

“But the next sun made the same mistake.”

“Oh.”

“He fell in love with the same stars again.”

“And did he fall into the ocean too?”

“Oh, yeah. And every one after.” Lance smiled.

Shiro looked away. “So, uh, where did your mother learn that story?”

Lance laughed. "My sister wrote it in the ninth grade.”

Shiro groaned.

"She made it up for her final project. Lita wanted to be a musician.” Lance winked. “All though we aaalll knew I was better.”

Shiro laughed.

Lance fell back on the deck. “Yep. That was me. I was gonna call myself Starboy, and move to Virginia.”

“Why Virginia?”

“Why not? I was eight. I didn’t care, as long as I was near the president.”

Shiro rolled his eyes and laid down next to him. “So, how did you get into the Garrison?”

Lance shrugged. “I saved a bunch of money when my family wasn’t looking, and applied when I told them. I didn’t think I’d get in.”

Shiro looked at him. “Why not?”

Lance shook his head. “Does it matter? I failed anyway.” He sighed. “I’m just a cargo pilot.” Lance laughed weakly. “Keith loves to tell me that.” Lance looked up, towards the stars.“Isn’t it weird? You know, looking at the stars and not being able to recognize them. If we were home— What season is it now, anyway? Winter? Summer? Damn, I don't—,”

“Lance.” Shiro moved back up to his elbow. “You’re not just a cargo pilot.”

Lance was silent for a moment. Shiro couldn’t see his face, it was almost like one of those cliche movie moments.

“Don’t.” Lance said firmly.

“What?”

“I said don’t.” Lance looked at him. “Don’t feed me those lies. I’m sick of them.“ He sat up. "Hunk tries to say that too. I’m tired of it.”

Shiro sits up too. They’re both quiet for a moment.

Before long, Lance tries to say something, but he stops, and chokes, and it’s all Shiro can do to pull the younger paladin into his lap. Their armour is bulky, and hard, so there’s no way for Lance to press into him, but he tries, and it works, somehow.

There’s another moment of silence, and then Shiro asks, “Are you okay?”

Lance scowls. “Do I look okay?“

Shiro smiles softly. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”

Lance pulls of his lap. "No it’s not.”

“Hey,” Shiro coos. He reaches down, and gently wipes some tears off his face. “Yes it is. Who told you that?”

“I told myself.”

“Well,” Shiro holds Lance’s face. “Stop. It’s not worth it.” Lance looks up at him. Shiro doesn’t mind when Lance’s face gets red, and silent, frustrated tears slide down his cheeks, gently pressing a kiss to the younger boy’s forehead. “I’m not going to tell you to stop until you’re comfortable with it, okay? But you need to believe me when I say that you need to stop. It’s not healthy.” Shiro pulls back, and presses a firm kiss to the top of Lance’s head. “Okay, Lance?”

Lance sighs, frustrated. “I guess.” He grumps.

Shiro smiles, and presses his lips to Lance’s forehead, again. “You’re okay with me doing this, right?”

It was probably Shiro’s imagination, but he thought he saw Lance’s lips twitch up into a smile. “What? A hot guy holding me? Kissing me? Oh, no, I’m so opposed.”

Shiro laughed. “So you wouldn’t mind, if—,”

Suddenly, Lance reaches up and grabs the sides of Shiro’s mouth, bringing them together.

Lance pulls back before Shiro could register what really happened, and stood before he could react.

Lance offered his hand to Shiro. “I know we probably missed dinner, but we could probably get some food in town.” He winked. “I think we probably do some more of that.”

Shiro’s eyes widened, and he tentatively took Lance’s hand. “Um, I, uh… That sounds great.” He smiles, nd thankfully, Lance smiles back, just as wide.

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anonymous asked:

(((hi!! i really love your headcanons and gosh u just put so much character into these dorks ur amazing))) can i ask for MC getting drunk after a fight w/ Seven + V + Saeran, finding her and driving her back home? (Extra points if she sleeps in the car on the while the boys apologize lmao)

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pegasusdragontiger  asked:

More Chris Evans/ Reader baby/ies fics?

Sleeping in has become a luxury since the baby arrived. She wakes up every morning around 4 to be fed. My body has become so accustomed to the schedule that I usually wake up a few minutes before she stirs. I gently untangle myself from Chris and take the baby from her bassinet before she cries and wakes him. Dodger follows us out to the kitchen and waits patiently while I make Mya’s bottle. I open the back door so Dodger can come and go as he pleases before I sit in the living room to feed Mya. She drinks her bottle quickly, fussing when I stop her to burp. After she’s finished and has burped a few times I sit sideways on the couch so I can lay back against the armrest. Mya coo’s at me for a while before her eyelids get heavy again. She fights sleep for a while, eventually crying out. I put her pacifier against her mouth in an attempt to sooth her. Her cries grow louder as she screams around the pacifier. I sigh gently before standing to rock her. I turn her into my chest and she falls asleep quickly once I get a good rock and sway motion for her. I try stopping a few times but she always wakes up and whines so I keep rocking.

I give up on keeping my eyes open after a while, continuing to rock her for a while longer before I try to put her down again. I feel large hands wrap around my waist and immediately lean back into Chris. He sways with my rhythm and presses kisses to my neck.

“Good morning” he mumbles with a squeeze. I hum my response, turning my head and puckering my lips as a request. He gives me a quick peck first, before leaning back in for a lingering kiss. Mya stirs gently in my arms and let’s out a small moan as she stretches.

“I can take her, you go back to sleep” I pass her over and kiss his cheek before going back to the bedroom.

I was convinced I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, but when I open my eyes again it’s 4 hours later. I hear Mya crying and Chris talking, trying to calm her.

“Did she eat?” I ask from the doorway to the kitchen, watching the way he he’s rocking her.

“Yeah she just finished but she won’t stop crying. I think she’s tired but she won’t let herself fall asleep”

“Hm sounds like her” he chuckle and take her in my arms, holding her so her head rests by my shoulder, and bounce her lightly. Her crying turns into little mumbles before she finally gives up and begins suckling on her pacifier. Her eyes close shortly after and once she’s out for a few minutes I lay her along the back of the couch with a blanket covering her.

“How did you do that?” he whispers.

“Sometimes she likes to be upright, you just have to try different things positions if something’s not working” I chuckle. He nods his understanding and sits next to me on the couch. “So, how much of last night do you remember?” last night was the premiere party for his latest movie and Lisa had watched Mya so that Chris and I could go. I still can’t drink alcohol because of breastfeeding, but Chris may have gone past his usual limit.

“I remember a good amount” he says confidently.

“Do you remember what happened when you caught me showing some people pictures of Mya?” he thinks for a few minutes but just looks at me in confusion. I can’t help but laughing loudly at the memory, he covers my mouth and points to Mya to try to hush me quickly. I continue giggling against his hand, thankful that she didn’t wake up.

“What did I do?” he asks, cringing slightly.

“You started crying” I say proudly.

“I did not”

“You did, I told you before we left that you were going to get really drunk and cry about how Mya. I was right” I say smugly before adding “I should’ve bet you on it” as an afterthought.

He buries his face in his hands to hide his laughter, he wipes away the tears that have built up from laughing before speaking. “I can’t believe I cried over her”

“They were happy tears, and it’s not like it’s the first time” I remind him.

“Yeah but usually it’s just around you” he’s quiet for a few moments before continuing “She’s just so perfect, (y/n), how did we get so lucky with her?” his eyes a welling up again and I can’t help but feel tears coming on too.

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe someone or something out there knew that you were meant to be an amazing dad and they decided that you deserved an amazing daughter. Or maybe we’re just really lucky”

“Maybe I’m just really lucky. I have a job that I love, a family that’s amazing, and then I got to add you plus this amazing little girl. I don’t know what I did you deserve all this, but I’m so thankful” I nuzzle into his neck and kiss along his collarbone while he’s talking. He gently pulls me onto his lap while we continue talking and crying about our perfect baby girl.

A/N: So I did this today instead of writing Private Lessons, oops. But guys I LOVE Chris with babies. Also, the whole crying because you love your child is a real thing, and I hope everyone experiences it.

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small rant, don't mind me

yknow how tyler and josh always say we can’t love them because we don’t know them? because we don’t know what they’re like at 3 in the morning? because we don’t REALLY know them?

then how come they always tell us they love us?

they don’t know me. they haven’t been there in those nights i’ve cried myself to sleep. they weren’t there the first, or second, or third, and so forth times i’ve cut my thighs. they don’t know how awful my thoughts get when i’m sad. they haven’t seen me during a panic or anxiety attack. they’ve never heard me laugh and never seen me cry. never seen my smile. they don’t know how messed up i actually am. they’ve never seen a piece of my art or a word of my poetry that spills out my emotions. they don’t know me.

they don’t know me, and they can’t love me, and i hate to say it, but they probably never will love me the way they claim they do. they don’t. they CAN’T love me.

salad-notq  asked:

Um... Here I come again, sorry... I don't know if I already had sent you a request but if I haven't may I request a headcanon where the RFA+ V and unknown react to MC being so good at doing Kpop dance cover or just dance cover in general? Thank you..

HELLO MOD SAERAN HERE :3 see I don’t know any Kpop songs D: so I did my best :) 

Jumin: *his pov*

  • *BZZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZZ* UGH…… what do people want. I already told MC I’m in a meeting. I’m just going to ignore it. *BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZ* WHHAAAAT. I excused myself politely from the conference room and made my way to my office. This better be good. I sat down on my chair roughly, annoyed of the constant buzzing. I put my finger on the unlock button and well well well. It was the RFA Chatroom. Might as well see what the big deal is.
  • I entered the password for the Chatroom and I saw my girlfriend as the topic of conversation. I also saw Yoosung saying that I was going to be very upset when I found out what saeyoung did. I scrolled down and saw Saeran that he had nothing to do it with while Zen was just laughing “ his ass off” end quote. MC told me he never had one so I’m guessing he is laughing his bones off.
  • Curiosity got the best of me and I asked what in the world is going on. Everyone stopped while Zen sent me a link. Saeyoung begged for me not to open it while his twin was telling me to do it. So I clinked on the link and it was a livestream of MC in her pole dancing class. Okay why am I seeing WAIT MC IN A POLE DANCING CLASS. WHAT IS SHE DOING. I quickly emailed the link to my email and watched it on my personal laptop. She has “ dance for you by Beyoncé” playing and she is the center of attention. JESUS Christ. Is this the surprise she was telling me about
  • I almost forgot that Saeyoung knew about this and why the fuck did he spy on MC? I went back in and casually typed “ Saeyoung I’m going to find you and i will kill you” *Seven left the chatroom*
  • I kept replaying the video cause holy damn *locks door and ;) *

Yoosung:

  • *my college people* you know those precious emails you get that sometimes throughout the day…. you know where you are feeling tired and you are just done with the day… AND THEN YOU GET A CLASS IS CANCELED EMAIL!!!!! Yeah Yoosung got that. His last 2 classes for the day was freaking canceled and dead lord baby JESUS can I get an amen. < I freaking live for those emails>
  • This freaking man wanted to surprise you so he didn’t text you that his classes were canceled. Instead he went to your favorite food place and order takeout so he can take it with you with a rose and sunflower :3
  • He was already entering the key to the apartment when he heard a strange noise
  • “All you ladies pop your pussy like this” and he sees you stretching getting ready to do gods knows what
  • “Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t quit” he then sees you put your hands on your knees hyping yourself up “All you ladies pop that thing like this” you were yelling and he was so confused as to why “Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t quit” you were shaking your ass or what people call it twerking and you were just shaking your ass everywhere… making it seem like bobble head but ass version “Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now” you stood up and you started to clap like a seal
  • You were touching yourself sexually, you squeezed your boobs and then glided your hands to your pussy and patted it “Lick it good suck this pussy, just like you should”
  • “Right now, Lick it good” your hands then went upwards and you were thrusting into the air “Suck this pussy just like you should” you were screaming ‘YASSS BITCH LETS DO THIS’
  • “My Neck, my back” your hands went quickly to your neck and then your back arching it a bit
  • “Lick my pussy and my crack,” you went back to your pussy patting it a bit and then you twirled and spanked your ass and then you heard stuff dropping and you saw your boyfriend with a major nosebleed

Zen: *this HC is a mess sorry LMAO*

  • It was already 6:00pm and Zen usually comes home around 9:30 so you always started preparing for dinner around 6:30 so everything can be ready once he came home c: you were making mac n cheese, mash potatoes, and spaghetti, you always cooked more than enough so he has the chance to take some of your cooking to work c:
  • You washed your hands, put on your apron and began cutting onions, peeling the potatoes and everything. You had this nack about you that you cant concentrate without having music on. You put on pandora and you were hoping for a happy song but you got a sad song… “Im Not The Only One” by Sam Smith.. Great… your mother always told you to cook in a happy mood if not, the food would come out horrible. So you stopped and got a can of beer and pretended to be in a music video.
  • “Now sadly i know why… your heart is unattainable…. YOOUU SAAAAY IM CRAAZZZZYYYY CAUSE YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUU DOONE” YOU were whaling the lyrics that you started to cry. You got up and got the broom and started to dance with it crying.
  • You started to spin the broom around but your 5th can of beer and emotional Sam Smith music got you feeling some type of way
  • You went on your knees crying banging the floor singing your little heart out. Now pandora decided to fuck you over and play “Not Over You” by Gavin DeGraw. You were thinking about the times you and zen had arguments. “If you asked me how im doing i would say im doing just fine.. I sit down at a table set for two… and finally im force to face the truth.. Im not over you..” You got up and got the broom and you were legit ballroom dancing with it crying. You were ready to cry even more… about to yell the next lyrics till the song stop…
  • “ (y/n) baby… are you okay… are you planning on leaving me D:” you saw your boyfriend home early … shit… this is awkward….

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee always knew you always love to dance but she never seen you dancing before and she was determined to figure out what you do. So she decided to look you up on Youtube and she saw fanpages of you D:
  • She felt bad because she never knew you had fan pages because you rarely talked about your dance career. She clicked on some of the videos and she notice its mostly pair contemporary dancing. She really loved how you dance.
  • She was taking screenshots and everything c,:. She was joining fan pages and even buying merch LMAO
  • She was loving your dance until she saw a video that said “American Championship Winner: (y/n) 2012
  • It was a routine of you and only you. You were dancing thru fire, or how the comments suggested, contemporary parkour lmao. She noticed how freely you moved with the music that she found herself crying with the audience. She wonder why you had so much passion in that dance that she started to youtube interviews of your inspiration for that dance. SHe couldn’t find it because she soon realized the date.
  • It was a week before your parents were murdered.

Saeyoung:

  • OKAY THIS MAN KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU OKAY. SO FOR HIM TO NOT KNOW ONE THINGS ABOUT YOU REALLY SHOOKED HIM. You guys had sex and he was saying how much he loved you and how he loves that he knew everything about you. You could of simply lied and continue on but you wanted to give your man a challenge. You turned to face him and let your thumb outline his lips. You started to lick the tip of your thumb and then he gave it a good suck.
  • You smirked because you knew he was gonna be shook. You leaned in with excitement “there is one thing you dont know about me, good luck trying to find it because its not under my name, thats the only hint ill give you my love” and you kissed his ear. He was like what the fuck.
  • He was lowkey thinking you were a porn star but he knew you would of slapped him if he asked. So he spent 1 week trying to figure out what the hell you were. Till he finally found it.
  • He was looking thru videos that he knew you loved. He looked up gamers and looked thru every channel and you weren’t there. It took him 3 tries till he started to look up dancing videos.  
  • He went thru contemporary, lyrical, hip hop, everything and yet he couldnt find you D: till he saw in the recommended list “how to lapdance: advance” and he clicked on it and instant nose bleed. You were wearing a dose masquerade masks and you were giving techniques on how to do lap dance… to people… who are already advanced… he subscribed and closed the door, got lotion and couldn’t wait till you got home.

V:

  • He loved how you mode so elegantly then after he made you twirl, you found him on one knee with a little velvet royal blue box open
  • During the RFA party, you danced with all the members but however, since V recently had his eye surgery, he was just sitting down and enjoying the view he couldn’t see once before
  • You were still nervous around him but you got the balls to ask him to dance with you and he accepted. He wasnt a good dancer because he never truly did dance only just moved side to side.
  • You loved to dance, especially ballroom because you always loved how elegant the man and women look dancing thru clouds
  • V however… he tried his best and he felt bad that he stopped dancing and went back to his seat. He felt useless not giving the women he has a crush on a simple dance. He noticed Jumin bowing down slightly asking for your hand to a dance. He hated that. He loved his brother but he was perfect at everything, well under the circumstances, he was forced to know everything perfectly.
  • You politely denied and went to V to teach him the basic steps. You were slowly teaching him how to ballroom dance for many months till the next party
  • You two were the stars of the party :,D