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“You’re Giving Up On Us?”

A/N: hi, everyone! sorry i haven’t uploaded in a while. school has been keeping me more than busy lately! 

warnings: this is angsty (i think) ??

requested: @pxrrishly

thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy it x

word count: 2,474

Originally posted by 2tiedships2

Y/N knew what she was getting into when she first started dating Harry. She knew that his job would often take him away from her, whether it was because he had to go on tour or due to late hours at the studio. She could take that. I mean, both Y/N and Harry were doing a pretty good job so far. A long distance-relationship wasn’t going to fail them, now. Right?

Harry had been on tour with the boys countless times before and it never really got in their way. But all because they compromised. 

Compromise.

Had it depended on the occurrence in which both of them would sacrifice bits and bits of their days now, Y/N would’ve forgotten what the word means long ago.

At late hours like these, in the dead of night, when she’s lying wide awake in bed, are the best timing for her thoughts to creep in, and as much as she doesn’t want them roaming around her head, they already settled a home up in there.

She reminisces the times when they’d both stay awake longer than usual — or wake up earlier than supposed to — just so they could talk and see each other as much as possible through video-calls. She reminisces the times when she hadn’t a worry in the world about where their relationship was leading to. She reminisces the times when it still felt like he was putting effort into communicating and contacting her while he was away, just as much as she was. But most importantly, she reminisces the times when she still felt like he was there with her, no matter how far he actually was.

But now that Y/N looks back at how it used to be and where they are now, she can’t help but feel as though someone just ripped her heart open and out of her chest.

The frequent and recurrent calls and texts here and there during her day began to become scarce when compared to the early days in their relationship. Texts that were always replied to, once he had the chance to write back a quick response, turned into hers always being the last sent and with the ‘Read’ tag underneath. What once was a continual exchange of ‘i love you’s barely happened anymore. Perhaps because they forgot or simply didn’t have the time to do so.

And eventually, he almost completely stopped trying to reach out to her. And when he did, it’d often be just a text telling her how busy he was and how he wouldn’t be able to talk to her later on in the day. He was tired. And so was she. For different reasons, of course. Clearly, he wasn’t aware of how much this whole situation was taking a toll on her.

However, it wasn’t as severe as it sounds. It’s not as if he completely forgot about her existence. He loved her too. He really did. But the pressure and hard-work mixed together wasn’t exactly the best combination, sometimes — specially at times like these. Harry knew this wasn’t an excuse because as much as people claim to be too busy or too tired for something — or someone —, they can always make time for them if the effort is really there. He’d talk to her whenever he found the chance to but, somehow, it just wasn’t enough.

For instance, she never cared about how tired she felt. As much as she needed to practically hibernate due to all the pressure and stress her work was putting her through, she’d always wait up for him to call her, just so they could see each other’s faces and share even if just a few words. She waited. She was trying. And as much as she wished to admit Harry was trying too, the only response she got from him were simple and very direct texts explaining how he wouldn’t be able to FaceTime her tonight.

Y/N missed him. And she couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had given up on them. For what other reasons would he practically stop trying altogether?

Harry had been on tour for almost a year now and she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.

Y/N loved him. She really did. But how was she supposed to carry on with their relationship if the effort he once put into it was long gone? Sure, they’d still Skype each other occasionally, but the distance —both physical and emotional— was too much for her.

Video-calls that used to last around 2 hours — all because the two of them wished to cherish as much as they could whenever they had the chance to see the other — turned into 15-minute chats. Comfortable silences that was once part of their relationship turned into nerve-wrecking silences for her — the thoughts and ways of how she’d break the silence were all her mind surrounded with. And with vague words exchanged here and there, they’d quickly end the call and retreat themselves back to bed.

Y/N was never one to demand the presence and affection of her boyfriend every living minute of their day, but she needed something back from him. She couldn’t be the only one trying and willing to make things work. She just wanted to feel him close whenever she had the chance.

The tension between the two of them was undeniable. And as much as Y/N tried to understand what had changed so abruptly, she couldn’t find any answers. They had just become… distant. It’s not as if they had been arguing or fighting lately, or having silly disagreements. It wasn’t any of that. And she wasn’t sure what it was, but the fact that things just suddenly and unexpectedly changed without a proper reason or cause, made this situation even sadder for her.

For some odd reason, the freedom she once felt to share everything with him was now almost non-existent. Y/N knew she could but she didn’t know how to. And that’s how she figured he felt too. Harry eventually caught up onto her change of demeanour towards him and even though he was apprehensive to ask her if she was okay, he still did, gladly. (Un)fortunately — he really couldn’t tell —, she always replied with the same words, telling him that ‘yeah, just stressed with work s’all’, or ‘I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?’, and brush it off with a small laugh. They never sounded honest for him though, and he never pressed on those answers because if something was wrong, she’d let him now… Right?

Harry didn’t want it to be true but he thought that he knew the answer to the ‘why wouldn’t I be okay?’ Y/N always pulled on him. He was well aware that they were distant and even awkward around each other at this point and he absolutely hated it. Harry knew she was not okay and he had a feeling that it was partly his fault. But he couldn’t know if she didn’t talk to him. Was he supposed to just brush it off or second-guess each time she said it?

It was bound to happen that her walls would cave down on her eventually—she just hoped it would have taken longer than this.

“Hello, love”, Harry greeted as soon as she answered his Skype call. She looked exhausted.

“Hey”, Y/N returned simply, not making direct eye-contact with him.

“Everything okay? You okay, love?”, he tentatively asked her, hoping for a real answer this time.

“’course I am. Why wouldn’t I b-”, she was immediately cut off.

“Love-”, he sighed. “Y/N… C’mon, talk to me. What’s in your mind? You don’t seem okay”. Harry was hopeful she’d give him something this time. After all, hope was all he had left.

“Harry- I don’-”, she let out a huff. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“But you know it’s not healthy to bottle up emotions, love. I’m here for you, you know that, don’t you?”

“No. Harry. I don't”, Y/N snapped.

“What? I’m always here for you-”

“Now, is that true, Harry?!”, she cut him off. She couldn’t keep her facade up for much longer. “You barely call or text me anymore! And I get to see you, what?! Once a week through a computer screen?! You don’t even put effort into us anymore! How would I be okay knowing you’re giving up on this relationship?! Tell me!”, Y/N was agitated to the extreme right now; her voice was loud and her cheeks were flushing up a bit—something that happened when she felt uneasy. She just wanted him to understand her side of the story. He might’ve been oblivious to it but she needed him to understand.

“Hey, hey, hey, now! Don’ put all the blame on me! You know damn well that I’m tired too! Sorry if I can’t exactly be right there at this moment to kiss your feet, princess! You know how my job works!”, Harry shot back. He might’ve felt bad and guilty when she started talking but after she accused him of such things, he wasn’t going to have it.

“You’re not denying it. God, I’m so stupid…”. Having a bad thought is something, but having someone somewhat confirm it goes to a whole new level. Harry wasn’t denying it. He was, indeed, giving up on them. Y/N’s mind was racing as she received what she thought was her reality-check.

“Y/N…”, he was strangely calm this time. Something was definitely up.

“Oh, so now you’ve got something to say?!”, she spat at him once again and if he was just previously coming down to his senses again, he wasn’t anymore. Her attitude was getting straight to his nerves.

“You know what? Just go straight to the point, yeah? I know what you’re doing here. Might as well just rush things up, no? I got better things to do…”

“Wow, Harry. Wow, really?! You don’t think that discussing this relationship is important?”, Y/N incredulously asked him, not waiting for a response.

“I didn’t say tha-”

“Well, you didn’t have to. I might just do you a favor and rush things up for you, yeah?!”, she huffed, mocking his previous words. “I can’t do this with you anymore. Clearly, you don’t give a shit about this so I might as well just end it, yeah?”. Y/N’s voice was slightly shaky but she managed to cover it up with a cough. She wasn’t sure if she had exploded way too suddenly and quickly in the course of their conversation but this was the least of her problems right now. She was literally breaking up with him.

“So you’re breaking up with me?!”. It was Harry’s turn to be stunned now. “You said I was the one giving up on us, but look at you now! Are we really not worth the fight for you?!”

“Oh, don’t put this all on me, Harry! You know damn right you gave up on us long ago! I’m just doing us both a favor ending this vicious cycle we’re in!” Y/N yelled, following with a sniffle and a sudden change in the room. It was quiet. None of them dared to say anything else at this moment. She had tears pricking at her eyes, begging to run free across her cheeks — but she wasn’t going to allow them. At least not now.

Vicious cycle? Is that really what you think this is- is that really what you thing we are? This could be nothing but a rough patch for all we know and you’re literally just throwing it all away?!”, Harry couldn’t believe the words he just came in contact with. How dare she say that?

“You know what?! I’m done arguing. Goodbye, Harry. I hope you have a great life!”

And just like that, Y/N ended the call and as much as Harry tried to be fast enough to stop her, his screen went blank and she was gone.

Right after she shut her laptop close, she broke into sobs. Did she make the right choice? Was there any chance left for them?

It wasn’t exactly an easy breakup — if you could even call it that. Y/N was aware of the words exchanged just now but she didn’t really feel as though as they were broken up. I mean, it’s Harry we’re talking about here. They’ve been together for the past two years and their relationship literally ended through a video-call.

It just didn’t seem… real. None of them got any closure. She literally shut the argument close, leaving both herself and Harry as confused as they could be.

Y/N knew what she was bound to do the next few days: grieve their relationship. Saying she was happy throughout their journey together was at least minimizing it all down to one word. There was no way she could describe what their love and connection felt like.

Both of them said things they didn’t mean. But was it worth going back on her words and apolozing? The pain that was unintentionally inflicted on her due to the distance and lack of contact with Harry was enough to bring her mind right back to where it was, in the first place. But, isn’t small contact better than none?

She was so stunned by the episode that just occurred that she didn’t even think about how Harry was feeling right now. Was he happy? Relieved that they were done? Sad? Shaken up?

And that’s how her next few days were spent: with her battling against her mind to give her some peace and with questions practically swimming around her mind — questions to which she had no intentions to finding the answers to.

Whenever, Y/N finds herself in hard situations, like a breakup, for example, she likes to be alone. She simply felt utterly lost and helpless — even though there was nothing simple about these two emotions.

She had to face the fact that she was now on her own and figure out a way to overcome Harry and hers breakup. Y/N had never loved someone as much as she did him and moving on would be complicated and perhaps even challenging. Might as well try to start now already, no?

Her trace of thought was immediately interrupted by a loud knock at her door, making Y/N huff in annoyance and get up from her lying position on the couch.

As she was making her way to the door, the person she missed most spoke on the other side of it, making her halt every movement she had — including her breathing.

“Y/N, love, please open up?”

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anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:

YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.

That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.

The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Originally posted by kittyseb

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I have a theory..

A while back, during book 3, I came up with a theory, but since it was still pretty early into the Freshman/Sophomore series, it just looked like a coincidence I think not, but now that we’ve got 5 books, I’m starting to notice a pattern, and I can’t be the only one.

On the cover of book 1, we have Chris and MC. On the cover of book 2, we have MC by herself. On the cover of book 3, we have Kaitlyn and MC. Book 4 doesn’t matter right now cuz it was just an interlude. On the cover of book 5, we have Zig and MC.

I don’t think anyone has forgotten the cringeworthy “dispute” between Chris, Becca and our MC. Putting everything aside, we all know Chris is the one MC had the most trouble with in book 1.

Initially, I thought James was on the cover of book 2, why? idk, may have had something to do with that Christmas special. And since I thought it was James on the cover of book 2, I also thought James was the one MC had the most trouble with. My MC was dating James so therefor his storyline was more present and interesting to me lmao. But I still clearly remember MC getting blamed by Kaitlyn for outing herself. Tbh I don’t quite remember why Chris and MC were fighting but it happened.

I’m sure we can all still remember the fights with Kaitlyn and her band in book 3. Like I don’t even need to explain this one, do I?

Like I mentioned above, book 4 doesn’t really matter, as it was just an interlude.

Now, book 5, there Zig and MC. Every time a LI was featured on the cover, MC’s relationship/friendship was tested to the point of breaking and to the point of me hating them but I digress. Taking everything said above into consideration, I fear for whatever is coming for Zig and MC.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!

—Leigh


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

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anonymous asked:

What were ur thoughts on Kent that ngozi agreed w!!

ok this is gonna be really long because it was basically the Best Day Of My Life, so. settle in kiddos.

(this is also very very heavily referenced from chat logs where I talked about this the day after it happened and a couple of posts I made / tags I wrote around that time. so even though all of this happened like four months ago, I think it’s still reasonably accurate. but obviously memories are flawed things etc)

  • so ok first of all ngozi is SO FUNNY AND NICE in person ahhhhh
  • I was wearing my kent parson jersey that I made!
    • …… but when I first saw her table, I got super overwhelmed and nervous so I like…… walked by really quickly without looking at her and just did a lap around the dealer’s room??? so I could calm down??? haha oh my god it was so awkward.
    • I was actually hoping she hadn’t seen me but apparently she DID because later I was talking to someone who’d been standing by her table when I walked by and APPARENTLY she whispered, “PARSE JERSEEEEYYYY” when she saw me omfg
  • but anyway she was super friendly right away and asked me if she could take pictures & wanted to know how I made my shirt / etc etc. we talked for a minute and then (of course) she asked me, “so, why do you like parse?”
  • and tbh…… I’m still not sure how I was this smooth but I immediately said, in a Very Diplomatic Voice, “I like characters who have a lot of room to grow.”
  • which made her laugh!!! she was like, “that’s refreshing!! that’s a really great answer!!! a lot of people are just like, ‘I like him because he’s an asshole!!‘”
    • WHICH SHE SAID MAKES HER REALLY SAD, GUYS.
    • …I think it makes her sad half because she doesn’t get why someone would like a character just because they’re mean, but also half because she doesn’t think of parse as an asshole? she didn’t clarify explicitly, though…. she just expressed that she’s sad and disappointed when people say stuff like that to her.

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anonymous asked:

ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK (≧∇≦) YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...(´-`)If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye(・◇・)/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so much
And don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

  • He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy
  • He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window
  • At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?
  • No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.
  • MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy
  • He’s a new RFA recruit???
  • He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs
  • MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy
  • Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek
  • Yoosung heard his heart-
  • rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng
  • He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?
  • He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up
  • “Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man
  • He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”
  • “Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”
  • ….
  • “Yoosung?”
  • “MC…how are you doing this?”
  • “…Doing what Yoosung?”
  • “Are you a vantrilaquist?”
  • “Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”
  • “I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”
  • “1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”
  • His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.
  • He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back
  • “Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”
  • “Your sister???? What???”
  • “I told you I had a sister!”
  • “NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”
  • “I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”
  • “Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

  • She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in
  • She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”
  • The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista
  • The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot
  • “Dear, what are you doing?”
  • The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”
  • Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register
  • “Alright, what’ll you have?”
  • “I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”
  • Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”
  • “I do?” 
  • “Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”
  • “I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over
  • As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek
  • ‘You’ are frozen on the spot
  • Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??
  • “MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.
  • “MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”
  • “Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”
  • Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion
  • “Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”
  • “Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.
  • “I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

  • It was  opening night for his new show
  • He was pumped
  • Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 
  • Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.
  • So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you
  • He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses
  • MC is so sweet he hummed to himself
  • That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm
  • He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.
  • He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself
  • At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 
  • Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.
  • He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek
  • “Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.
  • “Zen? This is your girlfriend?”
  • “Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-
  • “You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms
  • “I-” They tried to say but
  • “CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”
  • “No I’m” Cm tried to say
  • “Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”
  • Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time
  • He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

  • He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?
  • He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.
  • He was unaware it was a twin
  • A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in
  • So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees
  • “CM PlayerPants” 
  • He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.
  • Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional
  • Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes
  • Sometimes your love life together involved role playing
  • Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 
  • He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?
  • He was in awe with your dedication
  • Rrrng rrrng rrrng
  • “Hello?” Your voice answered
  • He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”
  • “I-I’m sorry?”
  • “Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”
  • “Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”
  • “Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him
  • “Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”
  • “Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”
  • “Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.
  • “Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”
  • “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.
  • Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home
  • After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”
  • “Hey Babe, how was work?”
  • “Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face
  • “Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.
  • “Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”
  • “OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”
  • “Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now
  • “Yes! CM!”
  • “C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

  • Lets face it
  • You guys may be sick of hearing this but 
  • He knew
  • Of course he knew
  • He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you
  • He saw photos of the two of you together
  • He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time
  • You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain
  • The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 
  • Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room
  • He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 
  • He knows
  • He loves it
  • #TwinSquad

V

  • His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else
  • Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together
  • Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help
  • And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.
  • The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 
  • And that is MC
  • “MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.
  • ‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models
  • What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-
  • “Hey Hun!” 
  • MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.
  • He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?
  • No. No this couldn’t be you. 
  • Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 
  • He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.
  • MC turns “Can I help you?”
  • “I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”
  • The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”
  • Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

  • Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today
  • He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.
  • Yep that’s all normal
  • Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of
  • “MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in
  • Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.
  • You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused
  • Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what
  • “MC how-”
  • You giggled and ran out another door
  • Only to come back from the hall
  • “OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”
  • His outburst made you jump
  • “Vanderwood wha-”
  • Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood
  • He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone
  • “What in the fuck-”
  • “Vanderwood what is-”
  • “Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall
  • “What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room
  • “What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 
  • Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”
  • “You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off
  • “So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy
  • “Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.
  • You all had a good laugh
  • Except Vanderwood

Saeran

  • Ok, you guys might hate me for this one
  • But
  • I feel like he also knows
  • I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates
  • There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals
  • He takes group pictures of you guys all the time
  • He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM
  • Buuut
  • Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before
  • I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC
  • He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness
  • I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven. 
I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*| *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky


How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.


“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.

****

“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“

*****

“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
*******
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

******
My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.
Again?

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly

“What?”

“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
******
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
*******
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“How are you filling?”

“Better.”
*****
I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”

****

“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

*****
“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.

******

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

3

We’ll kiss it better

Anon ask: R came back from a mission all bruised and hurt, super tired and upset cause the mission failed and on top of all that, R has to do a lot of paperwork and other works, R is grumpy and weak, at some point almost beat up an agent, but her girlfriends Wanda and Nat comfort her and help her get through the day. I need fluff matt <3 (sorry for any grammar mistake English is not my first language)

Warning: swearing

(A/N): Don't’ worry love your English is amazing! and let me tell you guys that I love poly Nat & Wanda so fucking much it physically hurts. Sorry if this sucks I write it at 4 am. I also tried to write it as neutral as posible , sorry if I miss any pronounce , I’ll repeat , I writed this at 4 am  

Words : 2098

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Silence - Z. H.

A/N: 2 imagines in 2 days? I’m on a roll!! This one is kinda angsty? Maybe? I honestly have no idea. I got carried away while writing this, that’s why it’s so long. I actually don’t hate this one and I hope you love it! Let me know what you think loves <3
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Silence. Not a thing could be heard. You sat on your bed in complete darkness, your mind racing. Dark thoughts were eating at you, trying to pull you under. You tried your hardest to make them go away but to no avail. You knew you were stronger than this but the hole in your heart made it hard to push through. The sudden wave of sadness had consumed you, occupying every corner of your brain. You had cried and screamed until you weren’t able to feel anything. Now the tears had dried and you were left with emptiness. You didn’t know when it had started; you didn’t realize it until it was too late. It was a slow process, not even noticeable if you weren’t paying attention but the aftermath was huge.

The silence was interrupted when your phone started ringing. Glancing at it, you saw a picture of your boyfriend flashing on the screen. Your heart was screaming at you to pick it up but your mind got in the way. You couldn’t. This was the fourth call that had gone to voice mail in the last hour and you knew Zach must have been worried by now but you didn’t care. Just like he didn’t care about you. You couldn’t understand how the person you least wanted to see could also be the person you wanted to hold you like there was no tomorrow. You scolded yourself for thinking about him, trying your hardest to make the feelings go away. Before you knew it, your mind started drifting to the past again.


You tried to remember how it had started but once again, you came up with nothing. The two of you were going so strong. Never once did you think you’d crash like this. Looking at it now, you couldn’t believe how stupid you had been not to notice all the signals that had been right in front of you. Maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation if you had caught on earlier. But maybe you just didn’t want to see it, too afraid of what the consequences would be once you acknowledged it. You had always been pretty good at protecting your heart, after all.

Zach was the best thing that had ever happened to you. The bond you two had from the day you met was something unusual and although it had started out as friendship, it didn’t take long to blossom into something more. You had never rushed anything, knowing that a slow and steady pace was what you both needed. Despite what people around you were saying, from claiming Zach would leave you as soon as tour started to saying you were too young for this kind of commitment, your relationship only got stronger with each day passing. You were as close as two people could be, always in sync with each others thoughts and emotions. But that wasn’t the case anymore. In the past three weeks Zach had distanced himself from you. Calls and texts got less frequent, smiles got smaller, hugs got shorter and kisses got less passionate. The late night talks the two of you would always share in the backyard of the house every Friday night stopped altogether. At first you tried to blame it on the stress from having to work and perform all the time. You started making up excuse after excuse for his actions, refusing to accept the fact that something had changed. Once the realization had hit you, you desperately tried to make things right. But you couldn’t. Zach slipped through your fingertips while you were watching him do so.


You were shaken out of your thoughts when a loud bang erupted from the hall. Slowly unwrapping yourself from the dozens of blankets you pushed your way to your front door and swung it open but when your eyes settled on your uninvited guest you wished you had stayed put. Zach. There he was, standing in all his glory, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity but must have been 5 seconds until he decided to speak up. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you the whole weekend but it was like you disappeared off the face of the earth. I was worried sick (Y/N), I thought something happened to you” You saw the pain in his eyes and your heart broke. Taking the time to really look at him you noticed the bags under his eyes, making it seem like he hadn’t slept in weeks; the way his lips where turned down, a frown replacing the adorable smile that you loved so much; the way his hair was sticking out in every direction, like he had run his hands through it a billion times. You wanted to punch yourself for being the reason behind all of that but a small voice rung through your head, reminding you that he was the one that had ruined you in the first place. As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you stood up straighter, putting up an act to cover the vulnerability that was written all over your face.

“I didn’t think you’d care” you said with a simple shrug. Zach almost did a double take at that, pushing past you and walking into your apartment. “What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I care? My girlfriend was full on ignoring me for two days straight for no reason at all. What, did you think I wouldn’t confront you about it? Well, you were wrong. I’m here and I want answers. Now.” You just rolled your eyes, already fed up with this conversation. “It’s a miracle you even noticed, seeing as you were the one that distanced himself for ‘no reason at all’, without an explanation. Do you remember that?” You saw his eyes widen at that, a shocked expression taking over his face but he stayed silent “I’ll take your silence as a yes. Don’t you dare blame this on me when we both know that you were the one who brought us into this mess. I tried and tried but all you did was push me away, harder each time. You said you were hurt and worried? Imagine how I was feeling. You just put a wall between us and it was impossible to break through, no matter how hard I tried. I felt like I was in a tunnel with no ending in sight. Every minute we spent together was like being alone. You were there yet at the same time you weren’t, at least not emotionally. I had no idea what was going on, you left me in the dark without any source of light. Do you know how many hours I spent thinking about what I did wrong? What caused you to…leave me like that. I was a mess. So please Zach, enlighten me, how am I the bad guy in this situation?” By the time you had finished you were screaming, tears streaming down your face. But this time you didn’t know if they were out of pain or anger.

Zach had been standing there the whole time, not saying a word. But his eyes were telling a whole story. They flashed with so many emotions at once, making it hard to read them. You saw the wheels in his head turning, probably trying to come up with an answer – an excuse –  to make this better. But what he did next took you by surprise. Instead of saying anything he simply pulled you into him, hugging you as if his life depended on it. Your brain screamed at you to push him away, to forget about all your feelings but for once you decided to listen to your heart instead. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head into his chest, welcoming the comfort it brought you. Not able to hold it in any longer you broke down right there, crying until you had no tears left. Zach was there the entire time, not once loosening his hold on you, holding you into place. You felt something wet on your head and the soft sniffles coming from your boyfriend confirmed that he was, indeed, crying. “I’m so sorry baby. You probably hate me right now and the last thing you want to do is listen to me but please, please just let me explain. I can’t lose you” He whispered the last part so quietly you almost didn’t catch it but it made your heart hurt nonetheless. “Okay” you pulled away, took his hand and sat down on the couch with him, knees touching and fingers still intertwined. You gave his hand a little squeeze, signalling for him to go on. Zach closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“I’ll just say it how it is. I love you” your breath got caught in your throat and you started shaking, tightening your grip on his hand for comfort. “I’m so in love with you and it fucking terrifies me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and frankly, I don’t know what to do. I love everything about you. Your hair and how you always put it in that messy bun as soon as you get home, your lips and the way they feel against mine, your beautiful smile that could even make ice bergs melt, your freckles that you hate but I adore, your nose and how it scrunches when you laugh at my stupid jokes, that little giggle you let out whenever I do something dumb, your eyes and the way they always seem to shine, even on the darkest days, the way you bite your lip and blush when I compliment you, the way you push out your tongue when you’re trying to concentrate on your homework, the way you furrow your eyebrows when you get to the interesting part of a book, the calm expression you get on your face when we lie under the stars. I love your personality, how you care so deeply about others, always putting them first, your humour and the fact that you can laugh about anything, your intelligence, your sassiness. I love how you get along with the guys and with my family. I love how your face lights up when you see me, the proud expression you have on your face while you watch me perform and how you support everything I do without questioning it. You’re perfect in my eyes. Beautiful inside and out. I love you and when I realized it I did the first thing I could think of: I distanced myself. I was scared of ruining us and I didn’t want to get hurt. I know that’s a stupid excuse but it’s the truth. I’m so sorry (Y/N)”

You let out a giggle, forgetting why you were mad at the boy in front of you in the first place “You’re an idiot, you know that, right?” He looked confused but nodded. “Hey, you wanna know a secret?” “Yeah?” “I’m in love with an idiot”


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I had a dream where this person had a whole bunch of frogs that were his friends and Akechi came in and killed all the froggies. Then, Akechi died and everybody started saying that he wouldn’t have killed the froggies if he had a better childhood and that he just needed love. I turned to them and said, “You know who else had tough times? Akira, ryuji, ann, yusuke, makoto, haru, futaba, and morgana. How many froggies did they kill? None! Akechi didn’t even apologize for killing the froggies nor showed remorse. Being mentally ill or having a bad childhood does not excuse bad behavior.” Then the people I yelled at said I was heartless and cruel. It wasn’t a good dream.

I suppose what the dream comes down to is that people try to excuse his behavior when such behavior should never be excused. Yes, I am aware that he is a fictional character but how the human psyche works is if you can justify his behavior you can also justify a real life person’s behavior who shares similarities with that fictional character.

Akechi killed futaba’s mom and haru’s dad. He shows no remorse at all. Akechi is not a good person. And even if Akechi had had a good childhood when yaldoboath gave him his powers he most likely would have still used them for evil. Akechi demonstrates the symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder. I am not saying that everyone with that disorder is bad cause they’re not. I’m simply saying that if Akechi wants to do something terrible he will justify it by any means necessary.

I was emotionally abused by someone with narcissistic personality disorder and to this day people tell me that she’s a wonderful person and that I deserved the way she treated me. She told me that I should kill myself because I have more value as fertilizer than as a person. And other variations. Others told me she only said that because she was having a tough time and that I should forgive her even though she never apologized or showed remorse. They then proceeded to tell me that if I hadn’t been such a screw up she would not be having problems.

The point is, if Akechi doesn’t want and strive to be a better person then no amount of love and forgiveness will change him. And no, him dying was not redemption, read the dialogue, he only did that because he felt cheated by shido, it had nothing to do with saving the others.

You, of course, have every right to disagree with my opinion. Though, do not disagree with the fact that killing is not okay. Yes, sometimes it’s necessary as with self defense but that doesn’t make it okay or good. Lose of life is a terrible thing and that should not be made light of simply because you like a character. You can like a character even though they did bad things but you need to acknowledge that the things they did were bad.

And for those who say shido made Akechi kill, Akechi had killed people before he started working for shido, that’s why shido decided to associate with him. Also, shido did not figure out Akechi was his child until after Akechi had begun working for him. Akechi sought shido out, not the other way around. Shido was just better at playing the game than Akechi was.

Okay, I think I’m done ranting. Just, that dream was a culmination about how I feel about Akechi. I call Akechi a murderer and I get called heartless.

Why have we become so desensitized to death that we start saying other people are awful because they speak against murder?

anonymous asked:

Request plz! Junkrat coming off as a flirt to other girls. When he goes to ask his crush out they reject him rather coldly. When he inquires why, they give him a line like, "You're always flirting with (Mei/Dva/Symmetra/Whatever girl), why don't you ask them out instead?" (Also, not implying any canon char ships, just an example.) Thnx!

- You’d had a crush on Jamie for as long as you could remember, There was something about him you just loved to bits, the way he was out going, smart, never let anything really get him down, negative vibes seemed to bounce right off of him. You wished you could have half as much strength as he did. But there was one massive turn off about the tall lanky Junker, he was a massive flirt.

- Even now in the break room you could see his lanky form draped over the counter and trying his best to chatter to a very unimpressed Satya. She looked down her long elegant nose at him as she stirred her tea.

- “Ya know I can rig somethin’ up for them little light balls of ya’s darl’“ he suggested with a wide grin as he slid along the counter to get closer to her. She glared daggers at him and grabbed a cloth, she cleaned the black smears that he’d left on the side. “Jamison” she started and gestured for him to get up so she could carry on cleaning.

- Another time he was happily bouncing around Mei trying to speak Chinese with her, no idea where he had picked it up but it sounded so silly in that thick Aussie accent of his. He must have said something wrong because the short female gasped and slapped him around the face before storming off. “OI! Snowball! comeon..” he whined and chased after her.

- You now just had to leave whenever you saw him being that way with people, it killed you, seeing the man you were so deeply into just throwing himself at the other woman. When you passed the mess hall you saw him sat with Hana and chattering happily. She seemed happy with his company…. you couldn’t take it and ran.

- Later that night there was a knock at the door, you mumbled and untangled yourself from your bedsheets, it wasn’t late but you’d retreated to the safety of your nest for the night. You opened the door, it slid open with a shosssh sound and there stood Junkrat, stood fully for once and boy did he tower over you. He had something behind his back.

- “Yes Junkrat?” you asked you folded arms over your chest and gave him a sceptical look. The use of his nickname put him off somewhat, you could tell with how his face fell a little… but he soon recovered and thrust a bunch of weeds in your face.

- Most people would have been put off of such a gesture but you knew Junkrat honestly thought these were flowers where he still wasn’t used to seeing anything green so he assumed anything green like this were flowers. The hopeful look that shone in those amber eyes… what did he want?

- “I came ta ask ya out on a date, I really like ya face darl’” he beamed ear to ear, you had no idea how sweaty his palm was, how his toes curled in nervousness on his remaining foot. You just scowled at him.

- “Run out of others huh? did none of the others want you so you came to your last chance to get your dick wet?” you snapped which caused him to hunch back to his smaller form, the confidence from moments ago vanishing.

- “Wo..Wot? it ain’t like tha’ darl!” he protested but you shook your head and stamped your foot to get his attention as he tried to spill all his weak ass excuses. He was a bad liar after all.

-”What about Mei? Satya? a…a..and D.va today?” He just gawked at you before those bushy brows frowned and he pushed past you into your room, you let out a squawk as he just did as he liked.

- “Ya may not ‘ave noticed but I ain’t very well liked… an’ the girlies seem to ‘ate me more then the guys…” he itched his head, ruffling the patchy blonde tufts. “An’ most of the shelias think I’m like.. a fuckin’ sex offender or summit…” a laugh, awkward and strained as it pittered into a giggle.

- “So I keep tryin’ me best to get in the good books… it ain’t nothin’ like tha’ I’d not root a single one of them” his expression soured as he placed the handful of weeds on your side.

- “What about Hana?” you asked and tapped your foot, keeping the door open wanting him to take the hint and just fuck off, did he have any idea how much damage he had done to you?

- “She’s 19 an’ just a mate.. I woz actually takin’ to ‘er about ‘ow I feel about YOU an’ she said I’d get a yes if I asked ya out… she implied it was…well… I guess she woz wrong” another sad sounding raspy giggle as his bony shoulders just shurged.

- “O..oh my God Jamie.. I am so..so..sorry!” you suddenly felt about two inches tall as you grabbed his arm. He smiled weakly and tried to pass it all off as a joke. “I would love to go on a date with you if that’s the case… an…and if you still want too?”

- A smirk stretched across his face as he leaned back against the doorframe. A cackle erupted before he could calm himself down enough to speak, “I think after ‘urting me delicate feelin’s ya should take ME out?” 

- “Well.. ok princess, I’m sure I can do that” you both chuckled before he headed out the door, just leaving a black smudge on the wall as he did so.

important quetions
  • Kirishima: bro, you think Bakugos gay?
  • Kaminari: IDK bro, I know how you could find out though!
  • Kirishima: HOW?!
  • Kaminari: go up to him and say, you gay bro?
  • Kirishima: no.
  • Kaminari: or... you could ask every one else in our class what they think.
  • Kirishima: Yes!!
  • Kaminari: I was kinda kidding.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Hey Jirou!! Do you know if Bakugo is gay?
  • Jirou: why would I care and why do you ask?
  • Kirishima: Just curious.
  • Jirou: I dont know. He dosnt really seem that type.
  • Kirishima: what type?
  • Jirou: you know the gay type.
  • Kirishima: There are different types of gay? What type am I?
  • Jirou: You'er... OOHHH that actually makes a lot of sense.
  • Kirishima: What does?
  • Jirou: Im just gonna go away now.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Yo Midoriya! You'er close with Bakugo right! Is he gay?
  • Deku: Kacchan?
  • Kirishima: Yeah! him!
  • Deku: well I went to elementary school with him and middle school and I dont think hes ever liked anybody, boy or girl, that I can think of.
  • Kirishima: Ever?
  • Deku: nope. why do you ask?
  • Kirishima: No reson!
  • Deku: Oh!... I am so sorry for you, Im sure you'll get over him soon, if you'er lucky.
  • Kirishima: Why do you say that?
  • Deku: No reason
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Kouda! you know Bakugo right? very angry very spiky? do you think he's gay? you know into other guys?
  • Kouda: ...
  • Kirishima: right thanks
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Todoroki! My man! Blasty McSplode gay? is he?
  • Shouto: Did that sentence make any sense to you, because it didn't to me.
  • Kiri: Bakugo. Is he gay?
  • Shouto: See that made much more sense. I don't know.
  • Kiri: Great.
  • ...
  • Ida: I don't approve of inter class relationships!
  • Kirishima: I just asked wether or not you knew if he was gay!
  • Ida: *disapproving look*
  • ...
  • Kiri: Hey Sero! you'er close to Bakugo right?
  • Sero: He once used me as a means of transportation. Is that what you meant?
  • Kiri: Did he seem gay to you?
  • Sero: out of every one part of that horse? no he was not the one setting off my gaydar. you were there to.
  • Kiri: true.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: hey Tsuyu!
  • Tsuyu: YES.
  • Kirishma: I didnt ask you anything yet.
  • Tsuyu: I dont care just yes.
  • Kirishima: Cool thanks.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Excuse me Uraraka?
  • Uraraka: Yeah?
  • Kiri: You are one of the few people Bakugo possibly respects.
  • Uraraka: I am?
  • Kiri: Yes. Do you know if he's gay?
  • Uraraka: Do you want to ask him out?
  • Kiri: Why would you think that?
  • Uraraka: I can see the appeal, hes loud and strong and his abrasiveness is weirdly admirable, not to mention when hes not scowling hes not bad looking. I think you should go for it whether you think hes "gay" or not!
  • Kiri: ... Thanks Uraraka! To be clear you'er not interested right?
  • Uraraka: No. maybe if he wasn't an ass to my best friend, maybe if I didn't other have interests. *glances at Tsuyu*
  • Kiri: cool
  • ...
  • Kiri: Yo Momo! you'er VP is Bakugo gay?
  • Momo: *in a state of mental and emotional breakdown due to many things* YES HES GAY IM GAY YOUR GAY EVERYONE IN THIS DANMED CLASS IS GAY EXEPT FOR THAT GRAPE HEADED MOFO.
  • Kiri: Are you OK???!!!
  • MOmo: NO! im sorry.
  • ...
  • Tokoyami: Iv already heard. My answer is just go ask the guy himself, and possibly activate your hardaning before hand.
  • Kirishima: Great advice Birdman!
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Hey Shoji, you have great ears, have you possibly herd any clues to Bakugo's sexuality.
  • Shoji: ... Kirishima, if this is a very convoluted way of coming out to the class...
  • Kirishima: NO, I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF BAKUGO IS GAAAY!!!!!
  • Shoji: Then ask him.
  • Kiri: ARRRHHHHGGGG!
  • ...
  • Kaminari: So did you get any answers?
  • Kirishima: Nothing helpful.
  • Kaminari: I think the only person who's sexuality is now known by the entire class is you.
  • Kirishima: I dont care.
  • Kaminari: Actually the one person who isnt aware is probubly Bakugo.

anonymous asked:

May I request an imagine where Kyoya brings his s/o to meet his family, and they don't approve because they're a 'commoner', and Kyoya's s/o accidentally lets it slip that they're secretly royalty? Srry if this was confusing!

It’s not confusing at all love, and I’m so sorry that it took so long for me to write! I hope you enjoy it (: -Alicia

You expected the dinner to be a little bumpy with Kyoya’s family but you never expected it to be this bad. Right as you and Kyoya arrived to his house you could already feel the disappointment from his father and brothers eyes. Things only got worse from there. 

They purposely talked around you the whole night and you could tell that Kyoya was getting irritated. You didn’t blame him because you were sick of they way they were treating you. 

At some point you got up from where you were sat on the couch and decided to just walk around the house. You remembered Kyoya telling you that he had a sister yet you haven’t seen her since you got here. Part of you didn’t want to meet here because you were afraid that she was the exact same as the rest of his family. 

Your eyes scanned the exquisite interior design of the house. The Ootori’s did a have a beautiful taste for home decor. Looking around made you miss your family more, it had been some time since you last saw them. 

“Excuse me, are you (y/n)?” A gently voice asked from behind you. “Yes, hello.” You said turning around to see a beautiful young women. Her smile grew once you confirmed your name. 

“Hi! I’m Fujumi, Kyoya’s sister.” She said. “Nice to meet you.” You said bowing. She seemed pretty nice and you were hoping that’s how she really was. You didn’t think you’d be able to take anymore rude comments. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you earlier, I was trying to clean Kyoya’s room. It’s always such a mess in there. I assume that you met our father and brothers, because you most likely wouldn’t be roaming the hallways if you hadn’t.” She said causing you to nod. 

Fuyumi showed you around the house telling you stories of what went of when they were kids. Any anger that you had before had faded away the more time you spent with Fuyumi. You know understood why Kyoya would only speak of her when it came to his family, she was the only presentable one. 

“I’m glad that Kyoya found you, he deserves to have someone in his life like you. He seems so much more relaxed since the two of you have been together.” Fuyumi said said sitting down on the chair that was on the balcony. 

“I should be the one that’s thankful for him being with me. Kyoya has changed me as a person, he’s taught me that anything can be done as long as you set your mind to it. He inspires me, especially because of the host club.” You said feeling the breeze of the wind tousle your hair. Before Fuyumi or you could say anything else you heard yelling come from the inside of the house. 

You both jumped up from your seats and ran towards the commotion, When you reached the living room you saw Kyoya standing up clenching his fists, his brothers standing with smirks on their faces, while his dad just sat on the couch with a smug look that you wanted to hit right off of him. 

“Is little Kyoya protecting his pathetic commoner toy?” One of his brothers shot at Kyoya. “Shut up, you know nothing about (y/n)!”Kyoya yelled. “What more do we need to know, you have humiliated this family by bringing a lousy commoner into our home!” His father snapped. 

Before you or Fujumi could say anything something slipped out of Kyoya’s mouth. Your secrete, the one that was suppose to stay hidden so you could live a normal life. “(She’s/He’s) not a commoner! (She/He) is the (daughter/son) of the Hitori Fukuzawa!” He yelled causing his siblings and father’s face fall in complete shock. You showed them the birthmark that was behind your ear to show them that what Kyoya was saying is the truth. 

“We are terribly sorry (Miss./Mr.) Fukuzawa. We had no idea we were in the presence of a royal family.” Mr.Ootori said bowing followed by Kyoya’s brothers. “I do not accept your apology, whether I am royalty or not should not change the way you treat me. All you are is foul humans that don’t deserve to have someone like Kyoya or Fuyumi in they’re family.” You said before grabbing your stuff. 

“See you tomorrow.” You said kissing Kyoya’s cheek to let him know you weren’t mad at him. “It was lovely to meet you Fuyumi.” You said before glaring at the other three and walking out of the Ootori’s house. 

A small thing.

HI! So, as I mentioned on the last fanfic i putup on this blog, I am an idiot & I thought that for the ts fic exchange you were supposed to do all three prompts. Soooo, here’s the second one.

Warnings: Arguing, no happy ending, I think that’s it, tell me if not…

@vergingonanxiety @justanotherpurplebutterfly


It had been a long, hard and exhausting week for all of them; Thomas had been working hard almost constantly, as a result, had gotten very little sleep and tensions were running high among the sides. So when a few friends invited Thomas to go out with them and Patton immediately jumped at the chance to try and convince him to agree, Logan and Patton found themselves facing off.

“You understand we do not have time for this?”

“There’s always time to spend with friends!”

“Patton…”

“Thomas needs a break, Logan, and it’s sweet that-”

“Patton,”

“-you’re so concerned with his work, but-”

Patton.”

“-he… Woah, why the harsh tone Mr Gloomy-Guts teacher?”

“Why the harsh tone? What do you mean ‘why the harsh tone?’?!”

Virgil took a step backwards, eyeing the two of them nervously,

“Have you perhaps considered, Morality, that my ‘harsh tone’ is because of your utter uselessness in looking after Thomas?!”

Virgil took another nervous step backwards. Logic appeared to have officially lost it.

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Hot tempered

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I loved writing this soo much! Paul does have a temper, but he is such a softie when it comes to people he loves lol, Hope you enjoyed!<3

Paul x reader

Request: “Can you post some more Paul imagines please??? Maybe ones with him and her having a huge argument that causes one of them to storm out and then have Paul being the one to apologize within an hour after he cooled down bc he can’t stand the fact that they aren’t talking or something? OH AND HAVE HIM FULL ON ARGUMENT MODE WITH HIS NECK VEIN POPPING OUT LOL. Thanks”

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

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anonymous asked:

why do you hate itachi? i think i saw you say before how they "copped out" or something, bc of how the massacre played out to make him an antihero more than a villain, but i don't really understand that. it was alluded to that there was something weird behind the massacre even before the reveal, so it isn't like they suddenly changed his character, we just weren't aware of everything yet. he's not a hero, but i think your hate for him is kinda ridiculous. his (bad) actions make sense in context

You are absolutely entitled to your opinion. This, however, is mine. And because I’m faintly aggravated, let me extrapolate why I feel the way I do. 

1) There was no need for the massacre to happen. At all. Sarutobi was in favor of peace, Danzo was going behind his back, Itachi should not have listened to/obeyed/trusted the man who historically distrusted the Uchiha and had a history of operating without Sarutobi’s permission. Also, the excuse that acknowledging the attempted coup would have opened the village to attack is bullshit. If that didn’t happen after the Kyuubi attack, it wasn’t going to happen at all. 

2) ITACHI TORTURED SASUKE. REPEATEDLY. There is no universe where that is okay. 

3) Supposedly Itachi joined Akatsuki to spy on them. He did nothing to stop them, and even helped them. He never passed on any information to anyone. Why? How does that make sense?

4) If Itachi was actually a pacifist, he would have found another way. He’s often held to the same hero standards as Naruto, but I cannot in a thousand years imagine Naruto doing what he did. 

5) All of that leads to the fact that I find it ridiculous Itachi is treated like a hero. He didn’t do anything heroic that he didn’t have at least some hand in making go to shit in the first place. 

Lemme put it this way: 

Orochimaru is seen as a huge villain and a terrible person. He murdered 60 children. That is awful. He’s morally repugnant for doing so. 

The Uchiha Clan was large. Itachi likely killed more than 60 children that night. Children who had nothing to do with anything. Babies. Infants. Toddlers. Men and women who might have had nothing to do with planning the coup. This is a massacre, to reiterate, that never needed to happen in the first place. 

Double-checking and confirming his orders with Sarutobi would have prevented everything. And Itachi is supposed to be a genius. Beyond genius, even. He supposedly was mentally ready to be Hokage at seven years old, and that’s utter bullshit, but that’s what canon says. 

In context? The reasoning behind the massacre is paper thin, and I call bullshit. Basic logic (which Itachi should have been capable of, in canon) would have prevented it. I don’t find that sensible, sorry. 

So, yeah, I dislike Itachi, but I think I have solid reasons for it, thanks. Also, I am allowed to dislike a character. I’m sorry if you’re offended, but it’s a personal opinion, which I am fucking entitled to. 

fibro!tsuna and coping of pain
  • tsuna: i have.. fibro,,
  • tsuna: basically Pain
  • therapist: i'm very sorry to hear that.
  • therapist: let's try meditation. it will help you block out the sensation of pain.
  • tsuna: will it let me blacklist my entire body
  • ...
  • hand: *blocked*
  • foot: *blocked*
  • 3 sq in piece of skin on right thigh: *blocked*
  • tsuna: you're all blocked
  • tsuna: none of you are free from sin.
  • tsuna: or pain.
  • reborn: too bad real life doesn't work that way
  • tsuna: you're blocked too.
  • ...
  • tsuna: *leg starts spasming*
  • tsuna: excuse me teacher my leg is dying i need to take a walk
  • teacher: ..shouldn't you usually rest if your leg is, um. dying?
  • tsuna, already packing up: look buddy i don't know what kind of Normal World you live in but in My world when My limbs start dying i Take A Walk
  • tsuna: bye
  • gokudera: *leaves with him. makes 'i'm watching you' gesture at teacher.*
  • yamamoto: *haha water triiiibe*
  • teacher:
  • teacher: they're not coming back are they
  • teacher: it's barely noon,,
  • ...
  • tsuna: let's play a game!
  • tsuna: it's called 'guess my pain levels'
  • tsuna: pick any number from 1-100
  • gokudera: juudaime that's kind of a, uh.. dark game to play
  • tsuna: nonsense, it distracts me from eternal death
  • yamamoto: i love guessing games!
  • yamamoto: 87
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna: GODDAMMIT YAMAMOTO
  • gokudera: you sonnuva- I DIDN'T GET A TURN I WAS GONNA GUESS THAT
  • yamamoto: haha! luckyyyyy
  • yamamoto: what do those numbers stand for anyway?
  • tsuna: how many specific points of my body are currently vying for my attention by telling me they're each undergoing the slowest most painful form of necrosis ever known to mankind
  • gokudera: oxidation?
  • tsuna: oxi-wha--
  • tsuna: i hate you all
  • ...
  • tsuna: okay but tell me
  • tsuna: how exactly does that possession thing work
  • mukuro: why are you.. asking...
  • lancia: don't remember much of it. i think it makes you black out the entire time.
  • tsuna: sounds convenient
  • tusna: i have Chronic Pain And Fatigue though.
  • lancia: ..he won't feel it? probably.
  • tsuna: alright. here's the thing.
  • tsuna: my attendance is horrible
  • tsuna: mukuro i need you to go to school for me for a few days
  • tsuna: also please adhere to this very strict sleep schedule or i s2g if you overwork my body i will find a way to transfer all the accumulated pain onto your body
  • mukuro: do i get a choice in this?
  • tsuna: are you throwing away your Get Out Of Jail Free For A Few Days card?
  • mukuro: you drive a hard bargain, vongola
  • lancia: i can't believe it
  • lancia: you've given him conflicting emotions
  • lancia: truly you are a miracle worker, sawada tsunayoshi
  • tsuna: the only miracle i wanna work is on me
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: kufufufu...
  • tsuna, in their mind: Stop Laughing
  • mukuro: what
  • mukuro: you're supposed to be asleep!
  • mukuro: my possession should be suppressing your conscious mind!
  • tsuna: if i can wake up from feeling like i've taken a hammer to the better part of my sternum, i can wake up from you being a creepy dick in my body
  • tsuna: Cease And Desist
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: yamamoto-kun, how does my hair look?
  • yamamoto: *squints for a heckuva long time*
  • yamamoto: ..looks the same to me, haha. did you do something new to it?
  • mukuro: just a small addition.. is it not noticeable? i thought it was quite clever.
  • yamamoto: ???
  • mukuro: *tries to indicate the pineapple tuft hidden among tsuna's already tufty hair*
  • yamamoto: i don't see anything??
  • mukuro:
  • mukuro: what a waste of effort.
  • ...
  • mukuro, in his own mind: get out
  • tsuna, in mukuro's body: no
  • tsuna: it's cold and wet and i am restful
  • tsuna: i have slept so much. not a single headache.
  • tsuna: kinda hard to breathe but i'm not too surprised by that
  • mukuro: the week is over and so is our deal
  • mukuro: i pranced around in your body, freaked some people out, made gokudera question his sanity
  • mukuro: your bully may have a crush on my laugh
  • tsuna: ?? which one
  • mukuro: the loud one with the sword
  • tsuna: that's a little disturbing. i'll try not to laugh like you then.
  • mukuro: ...so
  • tsuna: *whining* five more minuuutteesss
  • ...
  • tsuna: aaannnnddd now we're back to pain. pain, pain, pain. 24/7 pain. i didn't miss you. i mean, i kinda did. it's really numb without you. felt weird.
  • tsuna: kinda like i wasn't really there
  • reborn:
  • tsuna: well, it was good while it lasted
  • reborn: maybe warn me next time before i shoot mukuro dead and you with him
  • tsuna: wow that's a little drastic just because i let a known criminal who tried to kill me walk around in my body for a week.
  • reborn: your self-preservation instincts can be really ludicrously terrible sometimes you know
  • tsuna: look me in the eyes and tell me you've never wanted to be free of your own body before
  • reborn:
  • reborn: shut up and go back to sleep
Remember me (Pt.1)
  • <p> <b>Requests:</b> Open!<p/><b><p></b> <b>A/N:</b> English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Summary:</b> Bucky and Y/N have a very close friendship. Both are part of the Avengers. He has a girlfriend and is going to take the big step. She instead, suffers a serious accident that changes everything.<p/><b>Characters:</b> Avengers, Bucky, Fem!Reader, OFC (Reader parents, brother...)<p/><b>Genre:</b> Drama, family, angst, romance, hurt/comfort.<p/><b>Warnings:</b> Curse/Swearing, car accident.<p/><b></b> •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°<p/><b></b> "Two pairs of ACEs, I've won you all!" I exclaimed excited.<p/><b></b> "Oh, come on!" Clint complained after his defeat.<p/><b></b> "For once that I could win!" Nat said frustrated.<p/><b></b> "For once that Tony doesn't play and I have a chance of winning, Y/N makes us to bite the dust! Great!" Bucky said passing his peanuts to me.<p/><b></b> "Thanks, Buck! I'll enjoy your peanuts!"<p/><b></b> "How is it possible that you've won? If you supposedly are bad playing at this?" Clint asked quirking an eyebrow while passing me his nuts.<p/><b></b> "Oh, well... Let's say that I have learned from the best!" I answered to Clint as I winked at Tony.<p/><b></b> "Anyone could win this game." the Stark genius said.<p/><b></b> "It also have to do with the thing that you usually visit Las Vegas?" Nat questioned to Tony, I laughed<p/><b></b> "Maybe." Tony shrugged while he laughed.<p/><b></b> I looked at all my friends who seemed to enjoy the moment.<p/><b></b> "Anybody wants some coffee?" I asked while getting up from the couch of the common room<p/><b></b> "I would like to" Steve and Clint said at the same time.<p/><b></b> "Thank you, Y/N." said Steve with a smile.<p/><b></b> "You are welcome, Cap!" I smiled at him.<p/><b></b> "I'll be back with your coffee, gentlemen." I said while I went to the kitchen.<p/><b></b> "Smells good." Bucky said as he approached me.<p/><b></b> "I know, my coffee is the best"<p/><b></b> "No doubt about it, doll"<p/><b></b> "Hey, how are things with Molly?" I ask to my dear friend.<p/><b></b> "Great, actually, everything is going well. The other day we went out and... well, I proposed marriage. She accepted"<p/><b></b> "Hold on... seriously?" I asked unbelieving, he nodded proudly. " Oh my god, congratulations, Buck!" I hugged him. "You deserve it! Oh, my... God..."<p/><b></b> A strange feeling woke up inside me after think and think again about what he said. I ignored it.<p/><b></b> "Sush, low your voice, Y/N!". He said in a whisper. "Nobody knows anything, you're the first person to know it."<p/><b></b> "Oh! Really? Why?"<p/><b></b> "Why will it be, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "I do not know..." I shrunk my shoulders.<p/><b></b> "Because you're my best friend, why else?"<p/><b></b> Ouch.<p/><b></b> I laughed "Maybe because you love me?"<p/><b></b> "Well, maybe. Yeah. And you and Jeff? How are you doing?" He changed the subject.<p/><b></b> "We are doing... well." I lied.<p/><b></b> "Are you sure?"<p/><b></b> "No." I admitted "We broke up."<p/><b></b> "Why?" He asked "You were going to live together."<p/><b></b> "I know, but according to him..." I talked "I'm in love with someone else and you know, jealousy kills a relationship."<p/><b></b> "And that's true." he supported his hand on my shoulder and went to hug me "And how you feel about it? Did you talk again?"<p/><b></b> "Sincerely, I'm feeling better than I thought, we broke up the other day and... I don't feel sad or depressed, and that... makes me think that I am insensitive, I don't know, Bucky... We didn't talk since he left my house."<p/><b></b> "Don't say that! Perhaps now you maybe don't feel the need to cry and feel bad, it need not to be just after the break up, you know? It can be when you least expect it or just when you're ready to let you feel that."<p/><b></b> "You are right, Barnes, thank you." I hugged him again.<p/><b></b> "Hey... you know that you can count on me, right? Always"<p/><b></b> "I know. I know." I whispered "Thank you, Sergeant."<p/><b></b> "It is nothing. Come on, let's bring them the coffee." He said while the returned to the living room.<p/><b></b> "Yes, sir"<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "So you will come, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "Huh? Sorry, I was with the paper work... What's up?" I raised the view.<p/><b></b> "I was wondering if tomorrow you will come to the cinema with us, and with Laura and the kids?" Clint asked with a smile.<p/><b></b> "Yes of course!"<p/><b></b> "That's great!" Nat exclaimed "I won't be the only single while these two spend the film flirting!<p/><b></b> I laughed. That also make me it to my.<p/><b></b> My phone rang, it was my father.<p/><b></b> "Excuse me, I'll be right back, guys." It took me a bit to answer the call. "Dad?"<p/><b></b> "Hello sweetheart, how is everything going with the Avengers?" my father asked<p/><b></b> "Dad! It is been so long without knowing about you!" I said as I looked around "Everything is going really well. And you? Who are you doing?" I questioned happy.<p/><b></b> "Well, hey, bubble..."<p/><b></b> "Dad... how many times I said do not call me that... Tell me, what happen?"<p/><b></b> "Listen, I'm coming home"<p/><b></b> "Really? If so, when?" I asked excited, since it would be the first time that I would see my father in 18 months.<p/><b></b> "In two days I'll get to New York."<p/><b></b> "This Sunday, I..." I whispered "Then I'll pick you up at the airport, yes?"<p/><b></b> "Y/N, you don't need to take the trouble." he said calmly.<p/><b></b> "Dad, like it or not, I'll do it. And then we're going to enjoy the best lunch ever, alright?" I smiled.<p/><b></b> "You're just as stubborn as your mother." he said nostalgically.<p/><b></b> "So? What we can do now about that?" I said funny. "How long is going to be your permission?"<p/><b></b> "About that is what I wanted to talk to you. Honey, I've retired, I've left the army."<p/><b></b> "What!? When!"<p/><b></b> "Bubble, I have to go, this weekend I'll explain you everything."<p/><b></b> "Okay, bye dad. I love you."<p/><b></b> "I love you too, Y/N, bye." I smiled, finally I would see my father.<p/><b></b> Once finished the brief conversation with my father, I finished the paperwork that I had, then I cooped up my things, I said goodbye to everyone and went to my apartment. I was accompanied by Bucky, who had been waiting for a while. We were heading to the garage.<p/><b></b> "Do you want me to take you home?" I asked him.<p/><b></b> "No- well, Yes." he said awkwardly.<p/><b></b> "Yes or not, Barnes?" I laughed.<p/><b></b> "Not or Yes? What?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, god! This is been the weirdest conversation ever!"<p/><b></b> "Yeah, actually" he smiled at me.<p/><b></b> I loved his smile.<p/><b></b> "Y/N, can you take me to the Italian restaurant?" He asked nervously.<p/><b></b> "Sure! Will you be dining there with Molly?"<p/><b></b> "Exactly, doll. Why?"<p/><b></b> "Nah, for nothing, I wanted to congratulate her."<p/><b></b> "Congratulate her? Why?"<p/><b></b> What a dork.<p/><b></b> "Of course, aren't you going to marry her?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, yeah!" He laughed.<p/><b></b> After that and the short trip to the restaurant, I congratulated Molly for agreeing to marry Sergeant Barnes, because thankfully, I would not be the only one next to Steve that we would have to worry about him.<p/><b></b> But it saddens me in some way, although I do not know why I feel this, that there are things that are going to change.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> I snorted.<p/><b></b> "I hate traffic! Damn traffic!" I said taking my hands to my head. "I should have gone through the other way ... But no! I had to go down the main street... Great! Just great!"<p/><b></b> I turned the radio on. The music they played rumbled in my head, but at least it made something more enjoyable the wait.<p/><b></b> Again. Damn traffic.<p/><b></b> It waited 15 minutes, when the thing finally seemed to move on and I was able to follow the road without more problems, but the traffic light turned red, so I had to stop, again.<p/><b></b> My phone started ringing. I could not find it, it had to be on the seat next to me. I looked for it and it appeared under the passenger seat, I bent to take it.<p/><b></b> It was for an instant that all around me was illuminated, a blinding light prevented me from seeing well and a sound like the horn of a truck. It came from the same direction as the light.<p/><b></b> A strong impact, hit my car and caused several dangerous turns. I saw the crystals break and I heard a loud metallic noise before everything darkened.<p/><b></b> Everything happened very fast.<p/><b></b> I saw nothing. Everything was dark, it was like if the world had disappeared. As if there was nothing.<p/><b></b> "Miss? Help! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We need help!" I heard a distant voice shouting for help, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw that I was face down, inside the car yet.<p/><b></b> I shook my head a little, I looked around, everything was backwards. I saw everything double and each time the voices were more distant. I tried to stay awake, but I felt my eyes close. I really tried not to lose consciousnes.<p/><b></b> "Now I understand that... What Jeff told me..." I thought. "Funny. It was true."<p/><b></b> Shit.<p/><b></b> "I'm in love with him. I'm ... in love with Bucky," I whispered before being embraced by the darkness.<p/><b></b> And well, then, everything just changed.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Hey, Mira. I hope you're doing okay. If this request can maybe make you feel a little bit better, maybe nalu, college au? I've always thought it's a bad time. I don't know what you've been through, so I can't do much to help. I'm sorry. Take care

A/N: *hugs you* It’s all right; your well-wishes mean more to me than you know. I don’t want to bore people with my life too much anyway, heh, so don’t worry about it. So I might as well get to your request I am just the best procrastinator since I’m now only a couple semesters away from graduation! So things are getting better for me for sure, slowly but surely ;u; I hope you enjoy this; thanks for the request!

I’m sorry for the lateness (and possible rustiness ‘cause wow am I out of practice)! Baby steps. :’3


POP!

Natsu’s heart just about leapt right out of his chest when his phone suddenly buzzed out of nowhere in his back pocket. He did his best to calm his heart as he sat up and fished out his phone to check what it was—this shady spot under the trees in the campus park was just too easy to doze off at.

The first thing that caught his eye was the time—and he immediately blanched. Had it already been this long? He’d been so sure he had another half hour at the least…

He sighed and ruffled his matted salmon-pink hair, brushing out the bits of leaves and twigs that had gotten tangled in them when he’d laid down and fallen asleep there…again, before finally checking to see what notification he’d received.

It was a text from Lucy.

Hey, Natsu; I just finished class for the day! Where are you?

Natsu bit back a groan as his heart sunk a bit lower—he really had slept for way too long if Lucy had already finished her classes. What sort of excuse could he give her now? He had nothing!

He waited for another minute or so before he texted her back:

Eh, just at the usual spot, you know the one
I’ll wait for you

And he sat back and stared up at the tree branches while letting the light breeze tickle his cheeks until she arrived—which wasn’t long; he could hear her calling his name from a distance after only a couple more minutes.

“Hey, Natsu! I’m here!” Natsu raised his head and turned in the direction of her voice—the slender blonde was holding her schoolbooks under one arm and had slung her purse over her opposite shoulder, smiling and waving at him as she jogged over to meet him.

Natsu couldn’t help but smile to himself as she approached even in spite of the storm of tirades he knew would eventually come his way.

Damn it; she’s beautiful…

“Hey, Lucy,” he greeted her in return as she reached him, finally standing up and dusting himself off. “Doing good today?”

“Oh, yeah; today was good! I finished off the rest of my homework, and I’m free over the weekend!” She then smiled at him expectantly. “What about you? How did that presentation of yours go?”

Damn it; she just jumped straight for it without giving him any time to come up with a legitimate excuse. He exhaled sharply before rubbing the back of his neck, not meeting her gaze.

“I didn’t go,” he answered at last.

Lucy’s warm brown eyes widened. “You…didn’t go? W-wait a minute; you mean you skipped?

He stared down at his worn shoes now as he lowered his hand, still not looking up. “…Yeah.”

“But…Natsu, that presentation was worth thirty percent of your grade! Now you’re pretty much guaranteed to fail it!”

“I know.”

“Then why didn’t you—?”

I don’t know!” he finally snapped—he didn’t even need to look up to realize that she’d flinched back at his sharp retort. He sighed heavily, covering his face with his hands. “I just…I don’t know. I know it was an important assignment; I know passing this class was hinging on whether or not I aced that presentation. I know. I just…” His hands fell away from his face and he returned to staring up at the tree branches above them, the regret gnawing away at his chest. “I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I didn’t even have anything prepared, not even an ad-lib or an outline or even a fucking notecard. I honestly tried, but I couldn’t make myself care.” 

Natsu still wouldn’t look at her face, but he could hear the tender concern in Lucy’s tone as she murmured, “Natsu…”

And for some reason, that only aggravated him even more.

“I know I probably should care, but I just don’t. I don’t even get the point of this class; what does it even have to do with my major? At all? What even is the point when I’m not going to apply this in my daily life ever?” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “Fuck college. Fuck all of it and its stress-inducing and greedy money-grabbing ways. I wish I never applied. I never even wanted to.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air between the two as Natsu finished his rant, only being interrupted by the gentle rustling of the leaves above and the distant chatter of the campus students scattered about as they went about their business. It was a moment before either of them spoke.

“…Natsu?” Lucy said at last.

Natsu sighed, bracing himself for the incoming lecture. “Yeah; what?”

“Do you…want to grab some coffee before we go back to the dorms?”

He felt his eyebrows arch in surprise as he finally turned to look at her in full. She wasn’t going to yell at him?

“Wait…you’re not upset?”

“Well, of course I’m upset…upset that you didn’t tell me about any of this sooner.” She crossed her arms with a huff, puffing out her cheeks somewhat to make that oddly adorable indignant expression. “Aren’t we best friends? Best friends that agreed on the whole never keep secrets from each other thing? Seriously; what’s with you?”

Natsu was at a loss for words. His mouth just hung open in his astonishment. “Uh…I was…I just thought that you, um—”

Lucy stared at him for a moment before laughing and taking his hand. “C’mon, you idiot. You really need a dose of caffeine right about now.”

“Ah—hey, wait a minute—!” Natsu couldn’t get anything else out past that before Lucy began pulling him along toward the parking lot.

“We’re going to talk later—once we’re back at our dorm with our coffee!”

But I don’t even like coffee!!