i am strong when i am on your shoulders

I’ll Give You The Sun (unofficial scene)

My skin prickles with excitement or maybe it’s just fear. I don’t know. My legs feel like lead that I have to keep lifting high enough to take each step. My hands are clammy and it’s not even that hot. My chest feels like a piece of wood the nail is being driven into. The words keep appearing in my head over and over : I’ll be there. Was he messing with me? Brian isn’t someone who’d do that but how could I know that. I haven’t seen him for years. For all I know, he would have drastically changed. But here I am, finally getting to see, repenting for my mistakes and hoping…maybe hoping there’s a chance for another.

The woods seem like they’ve changed, as if the trees simply sprouted legs and changed places. Maybe they know something’s happening today. They’re watching me, every move, every breath. Every single day without fail, I’ve been here, been within the envelope of this sanctity. Today it’s like breathing fire. Jumping off Devil’s Drop seems like a much better option.

I imagine being at CSA, painting and drawing behind a canvas. Would it feel as liberating as it used to be? The pressure to be perfect would begin to grow, it might not feel like second nature. It’s been so long since my hands have created. I look down at my hands, the lines that run along my palms, and the shapes of my fingers. It’s been so long. I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet. Jude’s jealously might have been a good thing after all. It loosened the screws for me, released the tension that made me want to be better than her, better than others, to be the Michelangelo of art. I’m me now. I’m my own person. I’m Noah the artist now. Not Picasso the artist or anyone else, wanting to be better and perfect.

I lean against a tree and breathe in the forest air. My fingers curl around the rock in my pocket, the one Brian gave me years ago on the rooftop of my house. One of his broken meteors. In the distance is CSA, the back of the studio crowded by the trees. I decide to visit it sometime, it holds memories after all. Memories of Oscar. Huh. I snort. Oscar. Jude somehow managed to find Oscar amongst every other guy who lives here. Oscar of all! Oscar bloody Ralph! That’s where I got to know Brian too. Brian who watched me swear like a madman and sit outside the studio for a very long time just so I can have classes. It’s embarrassing every time I remember it.

I start to wonder about him, what he might be like now. Maybe he’s tall, like really tall and funny and smart and popular and just Brian. He was all those things before and maybe he’s a better version of all that now. He’s coming to meet plain old Noah. I’ve created a wall of lies around me, everything I’ve done and pretended to be, all lies. Perhaps he might not come after all, maybe he’ll think it’s a waste of time, there’s absolutely no reason why he’d want to see me anyway. It’s stupid. I’m stupid for thinking we might have something. I’m stupid for wanting him after all this time.  He could’ve found someone at Stanford. Someone who’s not a weird, fake Picasso. He doesn’t need to see this lying version of myself.

There’s a moment when I feel like I need to leave, to pretend this never happened but it’s like I’m stuck here. The trees won’t let me go just yet. I can’t get up to leave but my stomach is squirming with every minute that passes. It was a crazy idea to send him drawing after drawing from my invisible museum. What was I even thinking? At the time it felt like the only way to get through to Brian, to apologize, to show him how I feel. Now it feels like I’ve made a mistake. What if he didn’t like any of the art? But then he wouldn’t say he’d be here. But he could also be taking the piss at me.

If mum had never caught us that day in the bedroom, I wonder if this would be different, if we would be different. Brian might have stayed for a long time. If that stupid closet game hadn’t happened, then I wouldn’t have avoided Brian, everything would’ve been right, mum would’ve never caught us, Brian would be here. Nothing would’ve gone wrong. But things always go wrong. We’ve got a knack for bad luck.

The leaves stir and the trees yawn, and I drag my gaze towards them. Jude had given me the trees for Oscar, not just the trees, everything but the flowers. She sacrificed almost all of her world for Oscar. I know…I can feel their love like a thick string that won’t break, that rolls longer, the distance they part. I want that with Brian. We have something too, I know we do. I wouldn’t be wanting him after so long if we didn’t. I remember mum’s words. Stay true to your heart, she said. I wonder if she’s here, watching me waiting for Brian. I wonder if she’s smiling with Grandma Sweetwine. Only Jude would know. Jude sees their ghosts.

When the light seeps through the forest, getting sucked away to another part of the world, and paints the sunset as farewell, I begin to grow anxious. I was an hour early, to calm my racing heart and to get my wits together. I wanted to be the first one here. I hadn’t brought a watch but I know it’s a little bit past five o’clock. Would he have kipped out like this? The Brian I knew wouldn’t, but I know nothing about the Brian now. It’s still too early to panic or feel disappointed. I can’t help it. I pull out the brushes and start painting in my head. I paint the Brian I imagine him to be now.

I paint an angry Brian, squinted eyes, turned lips and red cheeks, tossing a single rock in his right hand. I paint him in colours after that, lots and lots of colours that speak his soul. The rocks lay by his feet, floating and the colours that flood out of him like waves are dotted with stars. He is the stars, he is everything this world has to offer in this thick haze of untruths and alienation. How cheesy. This is something Jude would think although it seems like we’ve switched personalities over the years.

Leaves crunch underneath heavy footsteps and everything melts in my head. I drop the brushes, I throw the canvas and I am standing up with frantic fervor, wiping my hands on the bottom of my jeans. My stomach drops, turning uncomfortably with each breath held moment.

He appears like a blinding star and the trees move to let him through. His flaming hair has been cropped short, exposed. He’s grown taller and broader around the shoulders and I can only imagine what I must look like to him. I am tall and big but not as big as he has grown to be. He smiles but I stare at his squinty eyes, my favourite part of him. The closer he gets, the shorter my breath becomes. There’s no bounce to his steps anymore, there’s no bag of meteorites in his hand like I kept imagining him to be.

“Hi.” He greets. I drop my gaze and kick at a stone. The familiar sound of his voice reminds me of old times. 

You haven’t changed. I scoff, in my head at least. I have changed I want to scream at him, I have changed because of you but none of that matters anymore. All that change is built on a foundation of utter lies. “Hi.” I say instead, hardly breathing at all. Are my lungs even working?

It’s like the world has stopped spinning the moment Brian steps into my circle. I remember the day he threw stones at Zephyr and Fry, the day when it felt like he was on my side, a freak like me, revolutionaries. I don’t know if we’re still the same anymore, maybe somewhere deep. I know he’s changed a lot of things but he’d been brave and strong. He became who he is inside by not being a coward, but me, I am one. Who I am inside isn’t who I am on the outside.

“You’re quiet.” Brian flicks at my shoulder. I wonder how he can smile after everything I’d done. He doesn’t look mad at all.

“I’ve always been quiet.” I tell him. He laughs.

“Not in your head, you’re not.”

It makes me look up and I am immediately entranced by his copper eyes, bright and shimmering like the stars that fall out of his bag. “I thought you’d be mad.”

“Why?” I watch his hands slip into the pockets of his trousers. There aren’t any pockets on me. I can’t do anything with my hands, I let them hang by my sides, hoping I don’t do anything stupid.

“You know why.” This whole thing is making me feel weird. Why had I even agreed to this? Jesus. I’m going to mess this up real bad. Where’s effing Clark Gable when you need him? “How–how have you been?”

He shrugs, moving his hands in his pockets. “Good I guess. Stanford’s pretty good. I’m sure you’ve heard of–stuff.” Of course I have. I don’t tell him that.

“I’m sorry. I missed you.” Is all that comes out of my mouth. My mouth needs a jail, not my hands. I should be apologizing more. He should be getting mad at me, yelling even, fists flying. We should be talking about what’s happened in the past few years of our lives and what not. Not about how I’m missing him. I know he does too. Nothing seems to matter in this bubble of mine he has stepped back into. I can’t even pick up the brushes in my head. I am too focused on his eyes, the way they move and change colour, his lips and the space between his teeth.

“You know,” He says, moving closer and prompting me to take a step backwards. “I’ve missed you too.” I gulp, watching his hands emerge out of his pockets. My chest is thumping like a freaking jack hammer. I remember the two boys at the party. Is it going to be us again? That same feeling under this same tree? What if it doesn’t feel the same anymore? Not even that stupid bird is here to yell Where the hell is Ralph? anymore. In my head I ask him if he’s kissed anyone else, another boy and if he liked it. In my head he’s saying yes, nodding.

His hands rest against my chest and I back against the tree. Why is it always a tree? We could kiss on Devil’s Drop. Wouldn’t that be ironic? I laugh in my head. My stomach churns. His hands are big and warm. They sear through my shirt, through my skin, touching the red, beating thing in my chest. He breathes in my face. I breathe on his face. I wonder if my breath stinks. I should’ve popped a mint or something. His smells like chocolate.

And then I’m kissing him. Hard and frantic. My head explodes with fireworks, the type of fireworks that are colourful and not burning. Brian is all over me, his hands, on my back, in the loop of my sweatpants, underneath my shirt. Mine are shakily pulling at his hair, trying to merge into him, become one. He feels like the stars, a kind of chilly comfort.

I remember the way it felt to kiss him the first time. The colours flowing in splatters and the urge. We tremble, kissing like kids with pathetic crushes or more like lust. Huh. No one can know. Ever. I remember it again. This time it won’t matter if they know. I stumble but before he can question I pulling him into me, my back against the tree, pulling and pulling. I tug at the hem of his shirt, sliding my hands under and over the hard expanse of his stomach. Effing Clark Gable! A shuddery groan escapes my mouth. I feel embarrassed. He’s doing it to me now. All those thoughts. Millions of endless thoughts. I hadn’t said it the last time.

What if he leaves again? He squeezes my narrow hips. “I love you.” I breathe.

Everything slows. His hands cease to touch me. Mine slips away from him. But there’s not an inch of space between us. Now would be a good time for someone to come barreling through. But then he smiles, a knowing grin. Fucking jerk. He pulls me by the collar of my shirt and goes, “It took you so fucking long.”

this is for you. the one that feels permanently damaged. the one that doesn’t think things could or ever will get better. the one that doesn’t want to see the light of tomorrow because they think nothing’s going to change.

stay alive, it really does get better. life can’t always be as awful as it may be right now. you deserve to be happy and you will get there. i believe in you, even if no one else does, though i’m sure that at least one other person does.

and in case nobody ever bothered to tell you this, i will tell you it: i am proud of you. so fucking proud of you for getting out of bed every single day and carrying on, even when it feels like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. i am so proud of you for continuing to fight. you are so strong. please remember that.

  • Scott:
  • Reyes:
  • Scott: When I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary.
  • Reyes: What.
  • Scott: When troubles come, and my heart burdened be.
  • Reyes: I didn't take you for a singer.
  • Scott: Then, I am still and wait here in the silence.
  • Reyes: I feel uncomfortable.
  • Scott: Until you come and sit awhile with me.
  • Reyes: Wait, this song isn't-
  • Reyes:
  • Scott: I am strong, when I am on your shoulders.
  • Scott: You Reyes me up, to more than I can be.
  • Reyes: Beautiful.
Not Your Dean (Part 14)

Originally posted by darlingdeano

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Some nice Sammy & reader in this…

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The Cousland Family | Elissa, Alexander & Fergus

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.

Neither Angels, Nor Demons, Nor Powers

Chapter 116 - You Raise Me Up - 6,672 words - AO3 link - NSFW

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be

anonymous asked:

Could I bother you for a Hiddleston imagine where he and the reader have been in a relationship for long time and he finds her talking got her ex who kisses her but he storms off before anything else happens so he doesn't know the entire story and he goes on a jealous rant about it when she gets home and she explains to him and then he apologizes and he professes his love and make up kisses etc just like tons of fluff I recently developed a crush on him and I don't think its going away soon THNX

Yes you can bother me!  Except it’s not a bother.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

Slamming the door behind him, he runs his hands through his hair before kicking the chair in front of him.

Stomping around the room as his chest heaves with anger, he rubs his hands over his face before turning towards the wall.

“God DAMN IT!”

Punching the wall as his fist projects through, he rips his arm back as the warm blood trickles down his knuckles.

“For God’s-”

Traipsing to the bathroom as he turns on the faucet, he sticks his hand under the warm running water, hissing at the stinging sensation as he hears the door open.


You had dashed from the grocery store the moment you laid eyes on Thomas.  You had refrained from telling him that an ex of yours was back in town, and try as you might have to ignore his emails and block his phone calls, he somehow found you in the middle of the bread aisle during your weekly grocery run.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he had said.

You had turned, wide-eyed at his voice as your hands began to shake, gripping the cart as your eyes searched for Thomas.

“You keep ignoring me,” he had said with puppy dog eyes, “I just want to talk to you…”

You had told him you didn’t want to talk…that you had moved on and found someone worthwhile.  Someone smart, and kind, and grateful for your presence in his life.

But he wasn’t having it.

He had grabbed your shoulders, tears streaming down his cheeks, and had crashed his chapped, limp, disgusting lips against yours.

And try as you might have, you couldn’t wriggle out of his grasp.

His hands had been strong on your lower back, pulling you closer the more you tried to step away.

And that’s when Tom had rounded the corner.

In a flash of light and a whirl of whimsical obscenities, he had stomped out of the grocery store, gotten into his car, and left you there.

With him.

“See?  He doesn’t care about you,” your ex had hissed as he turned back around to you.

But you were already barging past the employees, working your way towards the back end of the grocery store.

You hid behind boxes, the employees trying to scramble you out without being seen, and you had hopped the bus to get home.

“Thomas!” you yell out in to the house.

Hearing the running water from the bathroom, you shrug your coat off and go running through the house, stopping at the bathroom entrance as your eyes widen at the blood on the counter.

“Oh my god, sweetheart,” you coo, rushing to his side as he shrugs you off with his elbow.

“Get away from me,” he bites.

“Thomas, you have to listen to me,” you beg, your hands out, palms out, trying to get him to see your point of view.

“That was your ex.  The ex you said you were trying to get away from.  The ex you said you didn’t love any longer.  The ex you said I was better than!  And there you are, kissing him in the middle of a fucking grocery store!”

As he throws his hands in the air, the watered down blood splattering across the ceiling, your eyes trail up as a tear streaks its way down your face.

“Thomas, he’s been emailing and calling for weeks now…” you trail off.

As your hands begin to shake, Thomas takes in your appearance as his face slowly begins to soften.

“That doesn’t calm my heart much, darling,” he spits.

“I kept ignoring his emails, and started blocking his calls…but…he someh-h-how…”

Feeling your jaw begin to tremble, realization slowly crosses over his face as he grabs at a washcloth and wraps it around his knuckles.

“How did he find you?” he asks, his voice soft and feather-like.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, casting your gaze down at your feet as you shuffle from foot to foot.

“I could never love that man again…not when I love you…”

As Tom’s eyes search your downcast face, he charges towards you, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you close, your sobs coming quick and strong in to his chest as he runs his good fingers through your hair.

“I am so sorry…” he whispers in to your hair, “I am so sorry I left you there.”

“I can’t believe…I just-”

Pulling back as you turn your back to him, you hear him swallow hard as he walks back up to you, his hands on your shoulders as your body begins to tremble.

“I reacted horribly, and I’m sorry.  I just…I got home yesterday, and you weren’t here, and it hurt so much.  I know you had errands to run and things to do…that life doesn’t stop when I’m not here…but then that happened and I-”

“It’s alright,” you whirl around, pressing your palms against his chest as you get a glance of the blood-soaked washcloth, “But we really need to get you to a doctor.  That bleeding isn’t stopping and it should.”

Walking away from him as you grab his coat, you help him slide his tender arm in as you button it up, smoothing it out against his torso before turning to reach for yours.

But you felt his grasp on your arm.

“Y/N…” he murmurs.

Stopping in your tracks as your heart races, he slowly turns you around as he crooks his finger under your chin, slowly pulling your gaze up to his.

“I love you, too.”

And as the tears begin to fall upon the apples of your cheeks, he slowly leans his head in, pressing his lips lightly to yours as you grab the collar of his coat, pulling his body closer to yours as his tongue lightly licks your bottom lip.

“Now,” he says, pulling away as he pants for breath, “Let’s see about that doctor.”

you never say you’re not going; you just don’t show up, and i would say it disappoints me, but i’m so used to you letting me down that i don’t let you get to me anymore.

my dad says to cut people like you out, people who ask how the party was but don’t have the common courtesy to apologize for not attending, people like you who get peoples’ hopes up and then swallow them wholeheartedly, people like you who never do what they say they’re going to.

you’re not consistent. you never have been. this has always been up and down, back and forth, constantly treading water and simultaneously drowning. this has always been i hate you so much that i love you, i’ll do anything to make you stay except for do what you want me to, and through my dad’s clouded vision, he knows you’re not good for me.

but he isn’t there for the 4 a.m. phone calls when you talk me out of panic attacks. he isn’t there when you let me cry on your shoulder about how everything would be better if i was gone. he isn’t there for the moments you keep me safe, keep me alive, keep me strong. he doesn’t know i wouldn’t be half of who i am if it wasn’t for you.

and he’s right, you’re not good for me and this friendship is wrong but i’ll keep my hopes low and never cut you out completely. because there are more important things than apologizing for not showing up to the party. because you show up when it counts, when it’s my life i am risking.

—  my dad hates all of my friends but i can’t stop loving them

Happy birthday to my @dinahjane97 ! You’re 19 baby girl. Omg. You’re almost out of your teens! Give me a minute to take this in…lol.
I’m so proud of you. You are no longer lil shy Dinah Jane! I remember when I first met you, you were so timid and quiet. Now you are confident in who YOU are! You are loud and proud and it is beautiful. You are strong and fierce, and not only do I love it, but the world loves it too! Our Polynesian Princess 😊👸🏽 Thank you for being my “extra” partner haha 😂 Thank you for always wanting to party and have fun. Thank you for being someone I can always talk to. A shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold. You’re one of the sweetest people and I am thankful for your heart. I am proud of everything that you/we have overcome together ❤️ You have blossomed into such a lovely, gorgeous daisy. I love you so so much DJ. You know I’ve always got your back. Always here when you need me ❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL 🎂 LET’S PARTY IN LIMA! (by allybrookeofficial)

Min Yoongi… you are possibly one of the most amazing people on Earth, and I know you give everything you have to everyone, even when it’s little. You are selfless, putting everyone’s and everything’s happiness before yours, but this is not always good, and even if you don’t admit it, it actually hurts you.

Right now, the last thing you should do is apologize. You don’t have to apologize for being sick. You don’t have to apologize for not being there because you weren’t feeling good. You don’t have to apologize, because health comes on first place.

Please, know one thing, Min Yoongi, crying is not losing. Crying does not mean you are weak. Every time when you are sad, and feel like crying, just do it. Cry it all out. In the meantime, we will be here, giving you a shoulder to cry on. We will be listening no matter what.

You are strong, Yoongi, even if you say otherwise. And yes, you are not a perfect human being but who is? It is okay to make mistakes, this is how we learn from life, but the thing you did is absolutely not a mistake.

I am thankful to be your fan, Min Yoongi. I am thankful for your hard work, for the never-ending love you give to us and Bangtan. I am thankful you exist.

We love you too, Yoongi. And we will be always here. Don’t forget that.

Olicity: You Raise Me Up

Anonymous said: Do you take prompts based on songs?? If so, I recommend listening to You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban. It came on while I was studying, and it felt so very Olicity to me. Thank you for your amazing writing and contribution to this fandom :)

When I am down, and oh, my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit a while with me.

By the time Felicity finds him, she knows he’s been in position for hours.

She knows it when she first steps into the room, the energy around him so still and terrifying. She doesn’t have to skirt around the idea or contemplate how long he’s hunched in place, because there’s no guesswork with him anymore, no estimation. It’s been five hours and twenty-two minutes since they arrived home from the hospital, and she knows he hasn’t moved from that spot since.

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( Zelo scenario)

Requested by yuuki-samaa

(I hope you like it. I’m sorry I couldn’t think of a name to give it. My brain is too tired after a whole day of class. <3)

He fixed his hair looking his reflection in the mirror and looked at his phone to check the time. 17:30. He got thirty minutes to calm down before going out to meet you at the movies. It wasn’t the first time you guys would see each other, but it was the first real date you two would get. It took your parents five months to finale agree to let you go out with Junhong in the evening and he was thrilled with expectation. He sat in his bed, looking to the television and the xbox console. It wouldn’t harm to play a little. Just to calm down his nerves.

So he turned on the console, put the Left 4 Dead cd inside and started playing a little. It was an old game and he knew all the maps and situations by memory, even though he found himself completely attached to the game. Not even blinking while shooting, beating and slaying those zombies. He never really understand how you could hate zombie games. He reminded himself not to lose count of time, but he didn’t even turned his head to look for the phone and check it. He got so into it that he missed the phone vibrating. He missed it five times.

Junhong left a frustrated moan get out when, almost ending the Blood Harvest scenario, he got suddenly surrounded by three witches, that got him terminated before he could Molotov them all. Falling backwards on his bed, he stared at the ceiling until a knock in his door called his attention.

The door opened to let Daehyun’s head appears. “Didn’t you have a date tonight, Junhong?”

“I still do. At eight.”

After a small silence, Daehyun spoke again. “And do you know what time is it now?”

Zelo got up, searching his phone with his hand and when his eyes looked at the screen, it was like getting punched on the stomach. His eyes meet Daehyun’s in complete horror. “HYUNG!!” he rushed around the bedroom, fixing his clothes and trying to find his wallet. The he rushed around the rest of the dorm, trying to find his sneakers. “She’s going to kill me!”

“So you better run.”

The thing was: it was almost 22:00. He was 1 hour and 47 minutes late.

So he ran.

And he ran.

And he ran more than he thought could be possible.

And when he finally get there, you were nowhere to be found. He searched very carefully and he was almost losing all hope to find you when he suddenly saw you. His lips stretched in a quick smile of relief, but the good feeling passed right way. The view was quite sad.

You were sat on an armchair on the lobby. Now that he had spotted you, he was confused on how he could not see you in the first place. Junhong walked slowly in your direction, anxious. Your were looking down, facing your own hands playing with your dress, feeling lost, sad and humiliated. And when he kneeled in front of you, you didn’t even bother to look at him. “_____-ah?”

You didn’t answer and he grabbed your hands with his own. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re always sorry.” You detached your hands from his, getting up. “I have to go home, Zelo-ssi. Thank you for the date.” Your bitter words made his heart drop a beat. You were never the kind of person who would say something hurtful to someone and seeing you talk like that made him realize that he had hurt you more than he thought. You got your purse and left him, not caring with he was going to follow you or just stand there. Zelo had made you look like a fool and you were very angry with him.

“____-ah! Wait!” He was following you and you keep walking home. “Please….jagi….please. I’m sorry! I lost count of time….I was playing and I got really…”

He was about to continue his apologies but you turned around to face him. Your eyes were burning with rage but were also teary. “You got late because YOU WERE PLAYING A DAMN VIDEOGAME?”

Zelo’s eyes got widened by the way you were talking. “J-jagi..!”

“Don’t look at me like this! You left me there, waiting for you, while you were playing a stupid game! Do you even imagine how humiliating it was for me? Sitting there. Waiting. I called you five times, Junhong! Where were your damn phone?!” your words were sharp, you knew that. But it didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t the first time Zelo did it. He had let you down several times and you were tired of this feeling. Tired of fighting.

“I know I’ve done wrong. And I know I let you down. But could you please try to forgive me? I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“It doesn’t matter, Junhong. You did it…and I hate you.” You said, turning away.

You walked home having Zelo by your side all the way, even though he didn’t say anything. You walked in silence, side by side, as you recall all the events of that day. It had been a horrible day. You had spilled milk on your baby sister’s hair when she bumped you and your mother spent twenty minutes screaming about how mean and troublesome you were. You lost the bus and arrived late at school, so your teacher spent another twenty minutes – AFTER CLASS!!! – lecturing you about the importance of arriving on time. Walking back home, you got pushed to the ground by some bullies – who got your week money – and when you got home and talked with your father about it, he complained about how you should have done something. But you had passed all this telling yourself you would have a wonderful evening with Zelo. It was the only thing that helped you pass all the troubles.

But he had let you there, feeling lonely and humiliated. It made your heart bleed.

You two were almost arriving at your house when he cleared his throat and reached your wrist, holding it softly. “_____-ah?”

“What?” you stopped, answering in a low voice.

He pulled you closer, hugging you from behind. “Are you still mad at me?”

You tried to push him away, fearing your parents would see. Or maybe even some of your neighbors. You felt your cheeks blush with the thought. “Junhong-sshi! Someone might see us! Let me go!” you whispered, still trying to break free of his embrace. His strong arms, however, made it impossible. And when he placed his lips on you bare shoulder, you closed your eyes, letting out a relief sigh. “Don’t do this….I’m mad at you!”

You felt his smile against your skin. “I am trying to be forgiven.”

“It won’t be that easy.”

“I will keep trying then.” Was his answer before he moved his lips to find your neck, placing a couple of kisses over there. You bit your own lips, avoiding any moan to get out. “I am so sorry, jagi…” he whispered, his lips raising to meet your ear. He had the kind of voice that could drag someone to insanity. It melt your insides. “Do you forgive me?” his teeth closed in your earlobe, making your body shiver.

“Junhong…….could you…please…stop it?” you managed to say, feeling your legs grow weak.

“Only if you forgive me.” He smiled.

“We are in the middle of the street!”

“I’m not doing anything!” his offended tone made you giggle a little.

“You are provoking me!”

“I am just trying to be forgiven!” he said again, turning your body so you could face him. “Say you forgive me and I’ll stop annoying you.” He came close to your lips, smiling like a kid. You forced a smile but it fade away and you lowered your head. Zelo gave a kiss on your nose. “What’s wrong?” you meet his eyes and he laughed a little. “I mean…besides me being a complete idiot.”

“I just had the worst day ever…” you confessed.

After you told him everything that was bothering you, he understood you better. He wasn’t surprised you got so mad. The two of you walked the last meters to your house holding hands in silence. And at your door he kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry it was such a horrible day.” He said, truly sad. “I’ll make amends to you, ok?” and you smiled a little, giving him a hug. When you left his body, intending to go inside, he pushed you for a kiss. A deep one.

Deeper than the ones he had ever gave you.

His tongue passed through your lips with ease, inciting yours to start moving as well. His fingers circled your waist with the perfect amount of pressure. And you let out a low moan that got you startled and you pulled him away, nervous. “My parents.” You whispered. His eyes widened a little too. Seems like neither of you thought about it to begin with.

You laughed and he laughed too.

“I see you tomorrow?” he said, kissing your cheek.

“If you don’t end up turning on your damn xbox, you will.”

anonymous asked:

Sasuke waking up one day and/or Hinata coming home and she's been turned into a boy due to a jutsu gone wrong.

AN: ah, I like this prompt a lot.


Sasuke rubbed his face as Sakura told him the same information for what seemed like the eighth time. “How is that even possible? Who uses a jutsu to strictly change…” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair.

“We figured they messed up hand signs,” Sakura told him for the ninth time now.

“Well, can I see her.”

The pinkette shifted in front of the Uchiha when he finally stood. “Hinata doesn’t remember being a girl, you know? You should probably use the proper pronouns.”

Onyx eyes narrowed before closing fully. “Fine. Does he even remember me?”

“Yes,” they walked down the hallway. “You were his first words after waking.” She turned the knob to Hinata’s door and opened it. Sasuke walked in and braced himself. His petite 5'4 (164cm) girlfriend was now a 5'6 (170cm) lean…boyfriend. His hair was free to fall off his shoulder, his features weren’t as strong as Hiashi or Neji, actually he had a baby face with the same warm opal orbs.

“Sasuke,” Hinata breathed and slid off the hospital bed. Sasuke took a subconscious step back when the Hyuuga male approached him. Confusion laced Hinata’s face but was wiped quickly with concerned. “Am I s-sick? Why am I here?”

Sasuke glanced at Sakura for help. She excused herself when their eyes made contact. Sasuke shifted again. Hinata was just two inches shorter than him. “You…you just hit your head, idiot.” He thumped the Hyuuga in the forehead.

Hinata laughed and rubbed his forehead. “Is that all?” He smiled and hugged himself closely. “I t-thought…I thought something happened to you.”


As he shook his head, navy tresses swayed with him. “I don’t know…” Hinata whispered. “But I’m glad your okay.”

“You’re the one in the hospital, Princess.” Sasuke cursed his habits of calling her that. This wasn’t his Hinata. This Hinata was temporary but gave him the same feelings. “Ah shit, sorry.”

Hinata blushed and looked away. “I… I…”

“Hinata,” Sasuke started slow. “This is…”

He looked up to the Uchiha to give him his full attention. Sasuke froze with the Hyuuga’s grinning features. Hinata in any form made him speechless. “This is what, Sasuke?” He touched the Uchiha’s arm.

Sasuke took Hinata’s cheeks in both hands. “This is crazy,” he rested his forehead on Hinata’s. “I manage to love you regardless.”

A dark brow rose. “Regardless of what?”

Sasuke shook his head. “Nothing,” then he heard the same squeal as female Hinata would make when he kissed her. They’ll just have to take things one step at a time.