i completely forgot that i was working on this

They said what?

Pairing: Bellamy Blake X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: light cursing, and mentions of cat calling
A/N: I’m super sorry about how late this is but with it being the end of the school year, and exams I completely forgot I had this in my inbox!!
Word count: 875


You’d had a shit day. First at work you had been passed over for a promotion in favor of your male coworker that has only been working for the company for six months while you’ve been there for two years. Then someone had spilt their steaming hot coffee on your pants so you had to borrow one of the girls extra skirts. Which was too small for you and tightly hugged your skin. Finally when you were walking home after getting off the bus two guys driving past had cat called you. They screamed profane comments about your ass as their car slowly rolled by. It was horrible– you hurried home, hoping they weren’t following you.

Once you unlocked the door to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Bellamy, you rested your back against it. You leaned your head back, breathing heavy, with your eyes closed.

“Y/N? What’s wrong honey?” Looking up you see your boyfriend walking toward you, a worried expression on his face.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about it, really,” you stuttered through your response as he neared you. There was no use in lying though, Bellamy could read you like a book, he knew something was off. Bellamy was finally in reaching distance of you, so he pulled you close and embraced you in a bear hug.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” his deep voice consoled you. His hands untwined themselves from your body, instead opting to rest on your hips as he looked you in the eye.

“How about I make us two cups of hot chocolate, while you grab the fluffiness blanket we own, and we can cuddle and watch whatever movie you want to, does that sound good?”

Nodding your head you give him a quick hug before hurrying off to grab blankets, and change into pajamas. You rushed into your bedroom, basically ripping your clothes off, and threw on one of Bellamy’s shirts. You loved wearing his clothes because of how loose they were on you, this shirt came down to your mid thigh. Rushing out of the room, the bed’s comforter in hand, you saw Bellamy already on the couch waiting for you.

You plopped down next to him after putting a Disney movie in the DVD player. Bellamy placed his arm around your shoulders, and you happily snuggled into his chest. Once the movie was over you had somehow managed to lie down so your head was on his lap, as he played with your hair. Relaxed, and in a better mood you decided to hell him what went down.

“I’m ready to talk about it now,” the words left your lips before you could second guess them.

“I’m ready to listen,” his hands continued to run soothingly through your locks.

“Well, you know that promotion I tried for?” Bellamy hummed in acknowledgment not wanting to interrupt you, “They gave it to Greg! It’s so stupid considering I’ve been working there for nearly two years dedicating my time, and hard work to better the company when he’s just started and always takes the credit for other people’s work.”

As you rant Bellamy starts to trace patterns along your exposed skin, trying to calm you down.

“Then the new intern spilt his coffee all over me, staining those new white pants I bought. Luckily, one of the girls had an extra skirt I could borrow so I wasn’t stuck in them all day. But the skirt was super tight on me, which prompted some random guys to cat call me on my way home,” at that Bellamy stopped playing with your hair and tracing patterns on your skin.

“They what?” His tone was anything but sweet, his teeth were clenched tightly together, his jaw twitched in irritation. Uh oh, maybe you should’ve left that part out. Knowing Bell he was somehow going to find them and beat the shit out of them.

“Uh, yeah when I was walking home they yelled at me. It’s no big deal though Bell, really. It used to happen a lot more when I lived in a worse neighborhood. This is the first time I’ve been cat called since we moved in together,” the words left your lips as you sat so you were straddling his lap. You started running your hands up and down his forearms in an effort to calm him down.

“Still Y/N, it shouldn’t happen at all, ever! I just wish I could have been there to stop them, or at least make you feel safe,” his words started loud but trailed off into a soft volume, close to a whisper.

“Bell, I’ll be fine,” you told him as his hands encircled your waist pulling you so you pressed against his chest. He started rubbing your back, comforting you.

“I know baby, I just never want you to be put in that position again. I love you, and I’d hate myself if anything bad happened to you. Especially if I could have been there to stop it,” his voice was soft, whispering into your ear as you continued to hold him tight.

“I love you too, Bellamy, so much,” you whispered before kissing him.

zauglom  asked:

I completely forgot I had an opinion to express!! Here goes my opinion: the way you treat your characters and your story amazes me. You think about details but not too much, there's some healthy balance of schematic and realistic elements in the story, and we all know that's what makes a story truly enjoyable. You know I do not approve the hypothetical prospect of main character's death, that plot instability is my least favorite part of your work but I still respect the hell out of you ♥

I normally don’t publish things like this; perhaps out of a sense of modesty, or the fact that praise makes me squirmy or something; but I did want to address the latter part of this:

If any ‘main character’ deaths occur, they will be meaningful, they will be profound and they will affect the remainder of those that survive the incident deeply. I prefer to leave this caveat in there, because it adds to the suspense. If you know everybody will be safe in thirty minutes, it’s not very tense, is it?

Also, know this: I can easily make more characters, just as interesting and complex if the occasion calls for it.

Edit: Thanks for the kind words. It’s nice to know that people actually do enjoy what I make. I just get squicky about publishing ‘love notes’ I usually just reply privately.

Progress Note: Step 2, Day 4

Subjective: Uh- killed it! It’s only 9:30 pm and I finished all my goals for the day. Still scoring about the same on UWorld, maybe a tiny bit better with a couple of oopsies here and there. Though I am running dangerously low on groceries. Like, I HAVE NO PEANUT BUTTER LEFT. 

Objective: Leaving my phone in a separate room while studying made a huge difference as seen by my earlier finish time and ?better UWorld scores. Worked my way through OnlineMedEd’s Urology and Endocrine section + the daily 109 Uworld questions.


3 things I did well today: (1) Left phone in a separate room the whole day! (2) Completed study goals by 9:30 pm! (3) Completed loan documents for MS4!

3 things I could do better: (1) I apparently forgot all of ID :(  (2) I ate way too many low cal ice pops today :(  (3) Start taking longer breaks towards the end of the day, so I guess avoiding that?.


1) Watch the “higher yield” sketchy’s intermittently on Catch Up Friday

2) Buy healthier quick grab snacks tomorrow at TJ’s

3) Try to keep my focus towards the end of the day

PS- I even fit some FaceTime with one of my good friends :)

Witch!au is in the works because I just want Erik who curses people hiring Charles to exorcise his home because Emma summoned a demon and forgot a sigil and now the demon’s chilling on the couch and refuses to let anyone change the television channel. So Erik follows Charles as he sets up and gets ready to cleanse the place and asks him about his business and his way of working and if he’s free for dinner some time and Charles is kinda creeped out but also kind of charmed, y’know?

!!! What’s this? lol jk it’s just a small teaser I did recently (oh nooo flashback train tracks!). I’ve been getting messages about the Zen Feels Train again despite it being in the FAQ already askjdhsakd does no one read FAQs anymore ;;-;;

So anyway, I was thinking of updating on April  (bruh work messed up my schedule I forgot there was a major sale during April-May season) and I was thinking of updating per page whenever I finish one && upload it somewhere like tapastic (?) or something similar so I don’t clutter up your dashes. I will still upload sets on tumblr like before but for those who want to view pages as they are completed, the off-tumblr option (tapastic,webtoon,etc idk yet) is always there (…?) what sites would you guys suggest?

Aisles  [M]

Aisle One

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.

Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.

He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”

“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.

“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.

“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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HEY I’ve been working on this for a while please look at it

(It has a BACKGROUND I never do backgrounds)


A glitch in the matrix is an experience that proves something isn’t right in the world or sometimes your brain. 

Here are some creepy experiences that are supposedly true as reported by these users. 


by reddit user 3clipse

I knew my uncle had died.

My mom had called me and told me the news. It was very sad. She told me in the middle of work and I told one of my coworkers. He expressed his condolences on my loss.

A couple weeks later, my sister mentioned my aunt and uncle doing something. I said “but…he’s dead.” And my sister said no, he wasn’t.

I called my mom. No, he wasn’t dead.

To this day I’m still not sure how much of it my brain imagined and how much was real. Did I really talk to my coworker? Was I even on the phone with my mom at all that day?

It still freaks me out knowing that my mind could fabricate so complete and real a memory like that.


by reddit user WittyRepost

Several years ago I woke up in bed next to my (now ex) girlfriend and we had a conversation in fluent French. I got up and got in the shower, and as the water started running I realized, neither of us spoke French. When I got out I asked her about it. She remembered it happening but was as confused as I was. I can’t even remember what we talked about because I don’t fucking speak French. Brains are weird.


by reddit user Joevual

My dad has epilepsy and says that he’ll experience this when he doesn’t take his meds. Sort of like a fugue state. He went to Aspen on a business trip to design a ski lodge and he forgot his meds at home. He was supposed to do a big presentation but he never showed up. His coworkers looked for him for hours until they finally found him walking down the highway in the snow, 8 miles from their hotel. Apparently he had completely forgot who he was, where he was, and why he was there. He figured if he just started walking he could piece things together and figure things out. He snapped out of it when he saw the familiar faces of his coworkers.


by reddit user A_lot_of_italics

One day I was walking to work and all of a sudden had an urge to walk a different path than usual. I work downtown in a big city. It was a strange spur of the moment urge to walk a different way that changed my life forever.

I turned into an alley I had never seen before. As I remember it, I made it about fifteen feet or so when an actual “glitch” happened. Everything in my mind scrambled. I felt like I didn’t have a body anymore, just that I was a semi-conscious entity floating through some weird dimension. All of a sudden in the array of different colors and shapes a vision came to me. It was a bunch of strange looking people that in my mind resembled businessmen in suits. They looked startled and panicked that I could see them. One of the “people” made a quick movement and everything turned to black.

When I regained normality, I was on a completely different street. It was the same street that I always use to walk to work. I felt sick, and severely disturbed/depressed.

I’ve never done any hard drugs, never experienced any hallucinations, never have had anything like this happen to me. The weird thing is, when the glitch was correcting itself and I could see those “people” watching me like a caged animal I had the feeling that I knew I was being controlled. It still bothers me very much to this day.


by reddit user pistacchio

When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go through a very large industrial area. We didn’t know the direction, so our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.

In that moment we heard a very clear, loud voice inside the car saying laughing “Sharp bend, hm?!”. The driver immediately hit the brakes. We looked at each other, puzzled: we all recognized it as a voice not belonging to any of us.

In the very same time, we noticed that the other car has stopped as well. The other driver got out of the car with a scared face and shouted to us: “Did… did you hear that as well?”.

They heard the very same thing inside their car. The area around was full deserted.


by reddit user 47attemptslater

When I was a teenager I had two really intense dreams one night. The first one was about an online friend of mine calling me to say she’d broken up with her boyfriend, and I sang a few lines of Seal’s “Don’t Cry” to her over the phone. The second dream was finding a (real life) friend dead body floating in her bathtub.

I didn’t think anything of it up until I logged online that evening and the online friend came online to tell me her boyfriend broke up with her. I immediately asked if I could call her, and she said no. I remember thinking that it meant something, like I could change it. Not long after, my phone rang, and it was Real Life friend from the dream calling me. I was completely freaked at this point, but talked to her normally… she was just talking about school and shit… up until I realized I heard a splash in the background. I asked her, “Are you in the tub?” and when she said yes I felt like my heart had stopped. I asked her, “What did you do?”. She didn’t answer me right away, and then after a very long pause she told me she’d taken an entire bottle of pills and chased it with mushrooms and vodka. She’d gotten scared waiting for it to hit her… so she called me so she’d hear someone’s voice. I hung up and called 911. By the time they got there she was unconscious, but alive. Today she’s a mom to a beautiful little girl, and she’s ok.


by reddit user mbalsevich

Was monkeying on the hand rails of a balcony on the 4th floor of my building and fell off, as 2 of my buddies watched in horror.

I remember seeing the concrete floor approaching as I fell head first and thinking “oh fuck - I’m going to break my wrist” (Why my wrist? dunno)

Next recollection is seeing my buddies yelling, from up there, “Are you OK!? ARE YOU OK!?”.

I look up, I say: “What happened?”.

They did not see my actually hit the floor, they just ran outside and saw me already standing looking up.

Not a scratch, not a bruise, nothing hurted. I don’t remember hitting the floor, standing up, nothing. No memories exist for those 1 or 2 seconds.

None of us 3 ever understood what happened. But we all saw it and agree on what happened.


by reddit user ClassicJenny

About 15 years ago my friends parents, Steve and Julie, were woken up at 1am to a very loud THUD that rattled the house. Worried that one of the kids had fallen out of the bunk bed Steve went downstairs to check on them but all three kids were sound asleep and safe in their beds. Julie told Steve to check the house in case of intruders so Steve checked the doors and windows before going outside to take a look.

After ten minutes of investigating the noise Steve came across nothing unusual and went back inside to go to bed. He found his wife absolutely worried sick and she demanded to know where the hell he had gone and what happened. Confused and tired Steve told her he found nothing and tried to calm her down before Julie pointed out that it was now 4am and that he had been missing for 3 hours. Julie had even gone outside to check on him and he was nowhere to be found and didn’t respond to her calling his name. Unable to figure out what happened they returned to bed and slept until Steve had to get up for work in a few hours.

Steve owns a painting business and a couple hours after working on a house he noticed his eyes started to feel itchy, then his eyes started to burn, then after a couple hours his eyes burned so badly that he was holding his eyelids open as to not blink because it felt like his lids were sandpaper against his eyes. His employees rushed him to the hospital and Steve was treated for second degree flash burns on his eyes. He was told his burns were equivalent to staring at a welders torch without eye protection for an extended period of time. His eyes were treated and he was lucky to have his vision fully restored.


So that’s all I got for now. You can view the full thread here

So do any of you have experiences like this? A glitch in the system experience?

Make a post and tag “sixpenceee”! I would love to read them and will be reblogging the ones that really make me go “woah”


there are so many important messages that suga is trying to convey to his listeners through his mixtape and im sure that if you’ve read the lyric translations, you definitely know what i mean. i am seriously blown away that we’ve been fans of bts for what, 3 years now? for 3 years, ARMYs have easily labelled yoongi as ‘lazy’, given him that ‘idagf’ image, and yet, we were oblivious to so many of his hardships. we’ve always known that he’s hardworking, more quiet than the other members, and more reflective, but this mixtape honestly blew me away because yoongi’s gone through so much in his idol career and we had no idea. 

first off, he touches on a sensitive topic that idols don’t speak openly about: mental health. he raps about seeing a psychiatrist, battling with depression, self-hate, experiencing social phobia since age 18, putting on a front, and loneliness. His entire song “The Last” really touches on this:

a word said like habit, oh, I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck
those words are all words I use to hide my weak self
that time I want to erase, that’s right, the memories I want to erase of that day I had that concert
I was afraid of people, so I hid in the bathroom and stared at myself

and in “So Far Away”:

I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me keeping telling me to regain my consciousness
I try to vent my anger but I only got myself so what’s the point of venting my anger
I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing

these lyrics from ‘At Dawn’ also illustrate this:

I pretend I’m not lonely, I pretend I’m not suffering
I pretend I’m okay for no reason, meaninglessly I pretend to be strong
don’t come over the wall I’ve put up in front of myself
don’t throw me off this island in this wide sea 

he also talks about his struggles during his trainee days and i dont think he’s ever talked in depth about this period of his life. this mixtape gives us some insight about him moving to seoul, getting a part time job to afford the cost of living in the city, going to school dead tired after work, and still training with big hit to live out his dreams

was I needy for success? No just needy for money
it’d been a long time since I forgot the words ‘in style’
I practiced at night and went to my part time job at dawn
then even if I dragged that tired body to school I just slept
I became 20 that way, the sight of the graduation room was suspicious

and the fact that he admits he puts up a front:

I hide the self that’s behind my defensive posture
I hide myself completely like I’ve become a criminal, always
I can’t even take one step outside the dorm that’s like a prison 

all of these are reasons im so moved. because it really highlights how idols only show one side of themselves to the camera, and fans can never really know them fully. we only know the version of bts’ min yoongi that he wants to show us through shows and broadcasts. 

behind every idol rapper who succeeds
there’s a weak self standing, it’s a little dangerous
I fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion
hell no, anyway I don’t even know if that’s the real me

but through his music? through his mixtape, he’s trying to show us another side of him, and i’m so thankful that he’s opened up to his worldwide audience. this takes courage. talking openly about your hardships and your weaknesses to people who look up to you, that takes some damn courage. so thank you, yoongi, for opening up to your fans. 


I’ve been thinking about high school drarry for a while and then pillowcasey was like “HIGH SCHOOL AU” and then she was like “DRACO IN HARRY’S FOOTBALL JACKET” and I was like “do you want to kill me or was that unintentional”

So Harry forgot his jacket at Draco’s place on purpose last night, and Draco put it on and completely outed their relationship also on purpose, but he would never admit to that

Bon appétit (Sebastian x Reader)

Summary: Porn without plot! Everybody’s favourite! | Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving) yumyumyum
Word count: 1428
Edit: fuck this gif????? i hate him


Originally posted by my-edits-have-no-remorse

’’Hey,’’ you cheered as you stepped inside the hair and make-up trailer, the door falling shut behind you, creating a whoosh of air to whirlwind around the small compartment. Even though you were tired you were still excited to come to work every day. Working as a make-up artist on the set of Captain America: Civil War was a big deal; this was your first big break. You knew your boyfriend Sebastian had everything to do with you getting this job, but you were grateful nonetheless and were determined to prove your worth to the Russo brothers.

Stacy, the other make-up artist who you shared the trailer with, smiled at you sweetly as she seemed to be packing up her stuff.

’’You all done for the day?’’ you quipped as you plopped your purse down on a single empty counter next to the sink. You sat down on the couch and looked at your watch; you still had about 10 minutes to get ready. Sebastian was supposed to come so you could fix his hair for his final shoot – the post credit scene in Wakanda.

’’Yeah, been here since 5 a.m. I’m ready to bounce.’’ Stacy closed her make up kit and threw on her jacket before waving you a goodbye and leaving you alone in the trailer, but not for long. You had just gotten up from the couch to get your stuff ready when the door flew open again and in stepped Sebastian.

’’Hey baby. You ready to make me look pretty?’’ he gave you a quick peck on the lips before settling down in the huge and slightly impractical armchair. But hey, everything to make the actors more comfortable.

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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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Prompt List


Originally posted by juggiehead

It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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Originally posted by grape-joon


Jungkook (bts)


smut, a bit fluffy


You had to clean the house. Jungkook was asleep. That was good. You didn’t have him to distract you from actually being productive today. Except…When he woke up….Well, you couldn’t really complain.


You and Jungkook dating & living together; hickies (y/n receiving); fingering (y/n receiving); groping (y/n receiving); dry humping; leaving scratches down Jungkook’s back

A/N: I really wanted to use this gif because his scar is sooooo cute. Especially here. Okay, bye-bye. Have fun.


You’ve almost cleaned up the whole house. Next, and last, on the list was the work room. You and Jungkook were pretty much always working on something. With that being said, you two needed an extra room in the house where you could still work without leaving out so much.

You had already straightened up everything on his desk, now you stood above your own; you moved things to the right place, organized the papers -made sure everything was fine. While doing that, you could hear Jungkook wake up, stretch, and groan in the bedroom; just a few rooms down. You could hear his footsteps coming to the room you were in. It wasn’t long before you could feel his warm body press against your backside with his arms wrapped around you.

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i always thought they’d be fun in a soul eater ish au…since they’re his sword an sheild lmao…and them learning team work is a fun concept…i say “ish” cause I can’t remember the technicalities in soul eater that well…i actually completely forgot the soul eating part until i was looking at pictures…which is sad, since…that’s the name of the show….all i remember is they turned into weapons, fought monsters, and crona made me cry a shit ton

Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

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. Part 14.

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Just once // SHAWN MENDES

“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air. 

“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.

“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.

“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.

“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?” 

He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.

“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it. 

“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me. 

“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.

“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.

“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears. 

“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying. 

“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated. 

“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.

“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room. 

“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.

“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside. 

“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.

“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.

I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry. 

“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.

“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.

“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor. 

“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly. 

“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.

I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,” 

“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction. 

Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

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54. “I think I forgot how to breathe.” (… iwillnotmakeadumbsappycommentnnnnnnopeiwillbenormalforonce)

They had just been making cookies. Patton had been teaching Anxiety, having decided it was high time that he and the darker trait had some good old fashioned bonding time. And he knew that the other enjoyed the simple motions of measuring and stirring and shaping cookies. They had been going all morning, having completed a batch of chocolate chip cookies and another of snickerdoodles. They hadn’t seen the others, which was normal. Logan usually had to work and Prince was usually off adventuring.

But when Logan finally came down the stairs, dressed in an outfit that Patton had never seen before, his heart stopped.

“I- Patton, are you okay?” Anxiety waved a hand in front of the fatherly trait’s face when he suddenly froze, staring in the direction of the stairs.

“I think I forgot how to breathe.” Patton murmured breathlessly, and Anxiety followed his gaze to see Logan in a black button up instead of his usual polo, his sleeves rolled up and his tie mysteriously missing.

Anxiety rolled his eyes, pushing Patton out of the kitchen, much to his surprise. Patton suddenly found himself holding a plate of assorted cookies. “Go on.” Anxiety muttered, pushing him further out.

“Go on and what?”

“Ask him if he wants a cookie. Duh.” Another hard poke to his back, and Patton found himself facing Logan alone.

“I thought I could detect the scent of baking.” Logan eyed the plate in Morality’s hands. “Was that Anxiety I heard?”

“I-I’m teaching him how to bake!” Patton laughed, although to him it sounded a little too high pitched and shaky. Thankfully, Logan didn’t seem to notice. Something which Patton thanked his lucky stars for. “Would you like one?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Logan took a chocolate chip cookie. “I was actually going to ask for your opinion on this shirt. I was considering wearing it for the next video.”

“It looks great.” Patton smiled, his grip on the plate tightening ever-so-slightly. Dear god, he was going to die, and it would be Anxiety’s fault for letting him talk to Logan. “A bit dressy, though?”

“I see. Perhaps it would be better suited to our romantic outing this Friday?”
“I- what?” Patton was certain that he had heard completely wrong. Logan couldn’t have been talking about them going on a date. No way.

“Let me rephrase. Would you like to go on a date with me, in which I will wear this shirt, since you seem to appreciate its aesthetic greatly?”

Patton blinked. And blinked again. “You’re. Actually asking me on a date. A date date?”

“Yes, Patton, a date date.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course.” Patton was pretty sure he was screaming on another plane of existence. That was the only explanation that explained the fact that he wasn’t currently screaming on this particular plane.

Logan nodded, and quickly pressed a kiss to Patton’s cheek, because disappearing back up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Thomas found himself strangely elated, and was sorely resisting the urge to scream happily.

BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one


“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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