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Pandora Hearts Appreciation Week

Day 3 - favorite quote: “strength begins in understanding your own weakness” - Oz Vessalius

I can’t really say this is my favorite quote, because there are a lot of good ones (some of which I couldn’t find to get the right wording), but this one is definitely good. Oz had a lot of good quotes.

Writing Forbidden Love

Anonymous asked: “I’m writing a forbidden love between two people and I’m unsure with how to build up things gradually. I want my characters to feel conflicted with how they feel while they ignore the taboo that comes with it. How can I continue to write their love as time passes on?”

Forbidden love can mean a lot of things and to be honest, I am so glad you didn’t give specifics, because now I can talk about a bunch of them! 

This topic in particular is especially great in historical fiction. Obviously what’s considered taboo has changed a lot since the 1700s. Some types of “forbidden love” throughout history are not at all forbidden or taboo today so often the reasons that the romance is prohibited make for interesting obstacles for the plot. 

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questionabledecision  asked:

ok but what's evan's tattoo in the soulmate au and please write about it because i'm invested now

Your wish is my command!
Connor felt like a stalker.
His presence in the school cafeteria caused some eyes to turn to his direction immediately. Connor Murphy didn’t spend his lunch hours in the school cafeteria, but today was different.
Connor caught himself staring at Hansen’s back again. Seriously, if anyone paid attention to him for more than a second - unlikely - and knowing his reputation, they might feel the need to make sure Hansen was safe.
Connor felt like a creep but at the same time, he could not stop staring at Hansen. He couldn’t stop thinking about him and what happened earlier that morning.
Considering everything, it seemed that Connor had finally found his soulmate. However, at the age of 18, most of the years which he had believed there to not be a soulmate for him, he was skeptical. He was thinking about doing a pros and cons list and immediately felt like a loser.
Then a thought occurred to him.
If he indeed had a tattoo representing his soulmate - Hansen? - wouldn’t he have a tattoo representing Connor?
This is the moment where if this was a movie, Connor would immediately know what symbol or picture to look for. However, Connor had no idea. What did the universe see as a representation of Connor? A frown? Bottle of nail polish? A joint?
Connor really hoped poor Hansen didn’t have to grow up with a tattoo of a joint on his forearm.
Connor sighed. Who’s to say Hansen even was his soulmate? Maybe by some freak accident Hansen just happened to know a lot about trees, completely unrelated to the tattoo on Connor’s arm. Maybe his soulmate was crushed under this-this dragon’s blood tree and killed instantly and that’s why Connor never found them.
Even with all the doubts filling Connor’s head, he had to make sure. He had to see Hansen’s soulmate tattoo.
Only problem is, how can Connor, the high school’s resident delinquent and anger issues kid, just walk up to Hansen, the resident nervous and reserved kid, and ask to see his tattoo?
Connor let his forehead fall to the surface of the lunch table. This was stupid. Soulmates were stupid. Stupid universe, stupid soulmate tattoos and stupid Larry.
Connor sighed again. He knew he couldn’t let this go. He had never paid particularly much attention to Hansen before, therefore he had never had a negative thought about him either, unlike most of the student body, but today had really shone a different, new light on the fidgety boy in Connor’s eyes. He was too invested now. Even if Hansen wasn’t his soulmate, maybe he could help find them, he did seem to know an awful lot about trees. Who has a favorite tree species anyway?
The bell rang. Connor had officially wasted his lunch hour on absentmindedly staring at Hansen. Shit. He got up and started making his way toward the doors. He needed a cigarette to clear his head.
He was just about to push open the main doors, when Hansen’s blue shirt came into his field of vision. He was fumbling with a locker combo near the main doors. Connor stood still for a second, and then his feet started moving without much thought being put into it.
Suddenly he was standing next to Hansen, who noticed a person in his personal space right away.
He looked unsure.
“H-hi? Am-am I in your way?” Hansen asked.
“Huh? No! No, it’s fine.” Connor replied and scratched the back of his neck.
“Oh. Good.” Hansen said and apparently was expecting Connor to go about his business, but instead Connor just stood there and stared, not knowing how to approach the problem at hand, which made Hansen look just as nervous and uncomfortable.
“I uh… I was wondering…” Connor started, still unsure how his sentence was going to end.
“Ye-yeah?” Hansen replied nervously. He still seemed like he was worried he’d done something wrong.
Connor mentally face palmed. This had to stop.
“Shit, okay, I’m not good at this, social interaction shit, so: Since you saw mine, I was just curious, what’s your tattoo like?” Connor blurted out.
Hansen stared at him wide eyed, surprised to hear what Connor had to say. He blinked several times before finally talking.
“O-oh, uhm, sure, well, h-here.” Hansen stuttered and lifted his left arm to show Connor his soulmate tattoo.
Connor held his breath for a while, preparing himself, for what? He wasn’t quite sure.
Still, he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
Hansen’s skinny forearm was filled with scribbles that looked pencil made. The style was messy, but after a second look, you could clearly make out a silhouette of a melancholy looking young man.
Connor was speechless.
Connor used to love drawing, but Larry had thought it was girly and a waste of time, so Connor let it go.
The crazy part?
Connor was pretty sure the last picture he ever drew, was forever tattooed on Hansen’s arm.
Connor wasn’t sure how long he’d been silently staring at Hansen’s arm, until Hansen spoke up.
“Does-does that mean something to you?” He carefully asked.
Connor lifted his eyes from Hansen’s arm to his face. His uncertainty was mirrored in Hansen’s eyes.
“What?” Was all he could get out.
“I-well…” Hansen tried to find his words too. “The, uh, the dragon blood tree on-on your arm? It, it kind of surprised me cause, I mean, it would be something I could imagine being on my- my, uh, you know, and I figured a long time ago that my tattoo represented my soulmate, and, well, so my soulmate would have a t-tattoo representing me, and-and I obviously looked for tattoos that could, you know, be, well, me, but I was never sure about-about any, ever, except, that, well… I was just really surprised about your tattoo, but of course I could be wrong, I’m not saying you, that you know, you would be my- I’m not saying this has to be it, it was just- it was the most… I don’t know, I just felt… something. But I mean, it’s a two-way street, I could totally be talking out of my- uh, maybe I’m wrong-”
Connor was afraid Hansen might have a stroke or forget to breathe, so he stepped in.
“Dude, Hansen, calm down.”
Hansen snapped his mouth shut right away. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize.” Connor reassured him and took a step closer, suddenly aware of the public setting such an important conversation was taking place.
“Okay, sorry, I mean, uh, shit.” Hansen sighed.
That made Connor laugh. “I’ve never heard you swear before.”
Hansen blushed. “I, I mean I try not to, much, you know.”
Connor smiled. He hadn’t smiled this much in a long time.
“I uh… I used to draw. And uh, that, that thing,” he said, pointing at Hansen’s arm, “is literally the last thing I ever drew. So…” He explained, letting his sentence and its meaning hang in the air between them.
Hansen was quiet for a while, looking at his tattoo. Then he looked up at Connor.
“Why’d you stop?”
Connor was left frozen in place again. That was not what he expected Hansen, now pretty much confirmed as his soulmate, to say to such revelation.
“I, why did I stop drawing?” He asked. Hansen nodded. “Uh, well, my dad… My dad is an asshole.” He stated simply. Hansen nodded again.
“I get it. I mean, I think I do. Mine’s… Mine’s not- not the greatest either, so…” Hansen explained. “Anyway, I hope… I hope you won’t stop for, you know, for good, because… Well I always liked my tattoo, it-it’s beautiful. Really.”
Connor suddenly felt a warmness he never felt before. Hansen had been right there, in the same school, in the same classes, for years, and he had no idea he was so… He just fit. Being around Hansen didn’t make Connor angry or uncomfortable. He didn’t feel like a loser. He felt… Normal. Good. He felt good.
“So…” He spoke up, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“So…” Hansen - he should probably refer to his soulmate by his first name, so, Evan - echoed.
“You wanna go for a ride?” Connor asked, desperately wanting to get out of the smelly high school and learn everything he could about Evan, his soulmate.
“Sure.” Evan said, the most beautiful smile taking over his pale face.
Connor smiled back.
“You nervous?” He asked, his voice making it clear that he wasn’t just talking about a car ride, but their future.
Evan blushed and looked down before turning to look Connor in the eye, smiling widely.
“Not really.”

~ Send me Dear Evan Hansen prompts if you have any fic ideas you want to see written! My inbox is open! x~

Chapter 11

Warnings: Not so gentle sex. Its not really that bad, but if this makes you squeamish at all PLEASE DO NOT READ. I don’t want you to do that to yourself. Let me know and I can send you an abridged version that doesn’t have that part in it.

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ok but consider this: destiel pokémon go au
  • dean bumping into cas while walking around the street looking for pokémon
  • dean and cas meeting for the first time at a poké stop and they end up getting along well so they decide to continue looking for pokémon together
  • dean being in team valor and cas in team mystic and cas keeps taking over dean’s gyms and dean is pissed as hell
  • cas using a lure and dean being able to catch a high CP pokémon because of the lure so dean comes up to thank cas personally
  • dean and cas as best friends who are competing against each other to see who can hatch their eggs the fastest (cas winning in the end is technically unfair cause he’s a goddamn runner)
  • sam accidentally hearing dean and cas groaning in the same room and sprinting away because he thought dean and cas were having sex but they actually just got cut off from pokémon go’s server
  • dean and cas as best friends hunting for pokémon together and dean keeps yelling ridiculous poké stop names out loud while cas rolls his eyes affectionately
  • “dean i thought you told me that you were going to actually jog with me for real this time” “no but cas listen there’s a pikachu just right over there
  • dean blushing violently when cas finds out that dean names all of his pokémon after classic rock bands
  • dean as a cop who has to pull cas over for driving too slow and turns out it’s because he was driving while playing pokémon go
  • cas wanting to come into a coffee shop because there’s a pokémon inside and dean is the coffee shop owner who has a “pokémon are for paying customers only” sign on his door
  • cas stubbornly sitting outside the coffee shop and using a lure to attract other trainers who eventually come just to hang around outside of dean’s shop
  • dean glaring at cas through the glass door of the coffee shop and cas smiling smugly at him


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chapter 25 ~ yen ( ao3 / ff.net )

yen (noun):
1. the basic monetary unit of Japan.
2. a longing or yearning

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anonymous asked:

hey sam! it's been a long time since i requested a headcanon from you omg i miss ;; (but i still stalked your blog tho hehehe i'm shy) can i request a jikook headcanon about jimin who adores jungkook who is a radio broadcaster and he sort of fell in love with his voice but jimin does not know how jungkook looks like until he recognized his voice somewhere? (tbh the plot looks like a manga that i like but i forgot the title) thank you so much sam ily❤ ps: i'm week for jk as hyung and smol jimin

hi sweetheart!! don’t be shy! I’m kind of an awkward potato at first…..and later also…. but you end up appreciating me :D  so feel free to stop by and say hi whenever you feel like it, ok?

I’m sorry i haven’t been posting too much lately :( it’s been a while since I wrote some hdc, tho so im a bit rusty, i ask for your forgiveness… I have a lot of messages on my inbox so I will respond to them eventually…. I will try to do it this weekend since today i’m a bit busy but I will write this one for you as a thanks for being so sweet to me and as a promise to reply to the others ^^

have a great day pup <3

//Jimin found about jungkook’s radio program one night after a really long day at work. he usually put on his earbuds and blasted loudly his favorite artists but that night his ipod had run out of battery and he didn’t have any music stored on his phone so his only option was to tune in the radio. and oh boy does he not regret it at all.

//jungkook has  melodic voice, sweet and that exudes warmth but at the same time is deep and boyish, really charismatic. no wonder he works at a radio station.

//the program varies from listening to jungkook’s song recommendations to reading letters from fans asking for advice. the host can go from a total dork that tells the most ridiculous jokes to a sweet caring boy trying to help a lost soul.

//jimin finds himself listening to his show every single night from then on. he has the show tuned in while his night shift at the convenience store, which always helps him overcome the night with a better attitude.

//taehyung laughs at him, says he’s obsessed. Jimin likes to say he just knows how to appreciate the good things in life.

//Jungkook opens about himself sometimes, and jimin learns he’s a young man -but slightly older than him- that has struggled his own in life as many others and uses his experiences to give advice to his listeners. Jimin loves to hear those stories, feels like jungkook is opening up to him only and not to hundreds of anonymous people that listen to him as well.

//he’s tempted to call, talk directly with jungkook those nights the phones are opened to the spectators, but he knows he’s shy and would stumble with his words a lot. also, what is he supposed to say to jungkook? “oh hey i’m jimin, big fan of yours. i love your voice and i love you too, marry me?” nah, too creepy…. 

//so he simply sends letters to jungkook for the other to read. he usually shares his own struggles, tells jungkook how difficult is being for him to manage the student life, living on his own and have his family so far away. jungkook is always sweet, reassuring, tells JM to keep fighting for his dreams like he did some years prior, shares his own story so he can give jimin the will to keep going. jungkook tells JM they have a lot in common taking in consideration his letters, and jimin likes to think jungkook’s voice softens a bit while talking to him after reading his letters, and his heart stutters happily every time jungkook dedicates him a new song he’s found recently.

//it’s a sunday that finds jimin working a morning shift. he hates it, because not only he had to woke up really early, but he doesn’t have jungkook’s sweet voice helping go through the boredom.

//the good thing about it is that he can afford sit in a corner and read a book, or try to catch up with some work he had been delaying, since just some grannies come for some shopping.

//he’s immersed in one of the books he’s supposed to read for a report when someone enters the store. a young boy, dark hair and darker eyes. he’s pretty attractive, but the side glance and small smile he throws jimin when they lock gazes tells him he’s a bit shy. the boy strides to the farther aisles in silence, jimin focuses back on his books.

//”Hello,” says the boy and the single word has jimin’s head snapping towards him, it sounds slightly familiar. the boy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else.
“hello.” he answers, and starts charging everything without saying anything else.
“Thanks, have a good day.” he says once the other has paid and is about to leave. the boy smiles charmingly, sweet, and says:
“you too, thank you.” jimin stares a him because his voice sounds so so so familiar. 
“is something wrong?” asks the boy with confusion written all over his face and then everything clicks. 
“oh my fucking god, it’s you!” screams jimin, blushing immediately because holy shit it’s jungkook and holy shit he just screamed at jungkook
“uhm…. do we know each other?”
“no…I mean i do, i know you and this just sounds so creepy but omg im a fan- im so sorry.”
“oh….” jungkook’s face changes then, goes to confusion to realization and smiles once again at jimin. “you listen to my radio program?”
“Yeah…. i- i love you - your show”
“Wow, im glad. it’s always nice to know people like listen to me… thank you so much.”

//Jungkook starts coming to the store more often and jimin tries to play it cool every time, specially when jungkook is being friendly with him and starts a conversation. but they quickly fall into a more comfortable relationship, specially after Jimin confesses he’s JM and jungkook seems happy to know about it.

//jungkook is funny and nice outside of work also, manages to make jimin laugh without really trying. sometimes jungkook is the only one talking as jimin just smiles and nods, staring. because jimin likes jungkook’s soft voice, but likes even more his crooked smile and bunny teeth and the way he feels every time jungkook looks at him. and boy, he’s so in deep.

//they exchange phone numbers and start talking frequently. Sometimes jungkook texts him in the middle of a broadcast. it makes jimin feel special.

//”this song is dedicated to a friend of mine. we’ve become closer recently and im glad to have found such a nice person that fits so well in my life. so, ehm… jimin, i know you are listening- this song is for you”
Jimin tries not to scream in the middle of the store, but now that he thinks about it he’s alone so he squeals out loud out of happiness.

//”It was a beautiful song” says jimin over the phone, after deciding to call jungkook in a boost of braveness.
“Really? I’m glad. i found the artist recently and he really has beautiful songs. I thought you would like this one.”
“I loved it…”
“You know what it’s about?” asks jungkook, his voice soft and warm. for a second jimin forgets they are talking live on radio and there are hundreds of people listening to their conversation. “It’s a bout a new found love.”
“jimin, would it be too brave of me to ask you out on a date?”
“Are you serious?”
“totally…. I like you a lot JM”
“I would love to…”

//after that night jungkook receives a lot of letters asking for advice in love matters, because his way of confessing to jimin was cute and romantic and had all his fans squealing with feels. (jimin dowloaded the podcast to save it on his computer)

//jimin discovers dating a radio host is a bit embarrassing, specially when said host dedicates romantic songs to him or says out loud how much he loves him, but jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. (he loves calling to the program and talk to the other, sometimes embarrassing jungkook on live radio)

Just Friends - Part 1

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader. No pairing yet.

Summary: College Student AU. Sam and you meet at Stanford, he becomes the best friend you’ll ever have. New life, new people. What will happen through all these years?

Words: 1435

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge. I chose the Student AU. Hope you like this!

Here goes my first attempt at writing a series, so feel free to leave any constructive criticism!

College, freshman year. First time extremely far away from home, away from your school friends, your family, your boyfriend. Having a long distance relationship was really hard, but so far you were having a great time here at Stanford. That was until today.

“Ok, class, for next week I want you to choose two great topics that we’ve seen in class, and to compare them. I’m going to be merciful with you guys, so let it be in no more than five pages. You’re dismissed, see you next time,” finished your professor.

You groaned. Philosophy was interesting for you, but you had no idea what to choose.

“Hi, professor,” you greeted. “I was wondering if you could recommend me a book that would help with my paper.”

“Yeah,” he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something. “Look for this book in the library.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him and left.

Your first stop was the library, You weren’t a nerd, but the sooner you’ll finish that essay, the sooner you could relax.

You asked the librarian where you could find the book after she told you there was only one copy you walked straight to the aisle to find some giant guy grabbing it.

“Hey,” you said making him look at you.

“Hi,” he smiled looking at you. Damn, he was cute.

“Um, are you in Mr. Rainer’s class?” you asked and he nodded.

“Well, we’re in the same class and given the paper, we have due to next week I need this certain book, and I see you eyeing the one book I need.“

He raised his eyebrows at you, “Well, I need it too.”

“Look, that is my book, I will hit you so hard you’ll need reconstructive surgery to fix your pretty little face if you don’t give it to me,” you threatened.

“You’ll have to stand on a chair for that,” he laughed. “And why so aggressive? Couldn’t you just ask for it nicely?”

“Don’t mock me for my height!” You demanded.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we share the book?” He suggested. “We have to do it for the same professor. I can help you, you can help me, and we both have the book.”

You pursed your lips together. “That’s… clever.”

“It’s the most rational thing,” he smirked.

“Ok, yeah. Let’s do it,” you agreed.

“Name’s Sam, by the way,” he gave you his hand.

“Y/N/N,” you took it and shook it.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you smiled. “Sorry for threatening with breaking your face,” you apologized.

“It’s cool,” he laughed. “So, your room or mine?” he asked.

“Uh, yours is fine I suppose.”

“Let’s go then.”

“You seriously sleep here?” you asked him.

“Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t have the key otherwise.”

“My room is that one,” you pointed a door.

“Huh,” he seemed to be a little surprised. “So, you live two doors away from mine.”

“Apparently I do, neighbor.“

“Ok, let’s do this.”

He opened the door and let you go in first.

“So, chivalry isn’t dead,” you joked.

He shrugged and when you took a glimpse of his room, it surprised you to see it was tidy and organized, you were expecting a messy room from a guy.

“So,” Sam started, “have you thought about what your work is going to be about?”

“Nope,” you answered. “I want something easy, but I don’t know what to choose.”

“Come sit,” he said pointing at a chair next to his on his desk. “I think you can do something about Descartes.”

“Like, dualism and… passions of the soul?”

“Exactly,” he smiled.

“What are you going to do?” you asked.

“Something about John Locke,” he shrugged.

You nodded.

“How are we going to do this? We only have one book,” you wondered.

“Well, I’m going to check my notes and a book I already have, while you use this one we’ve got.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed.

We’ve been working for a couple of hours, and when you checked your watch, you realized you were just in time to run for my next class.

“Oh crap!” you yelled. “Sam, I gotta go to my next class,” you threw everything in your backpack and then run to the door. “I’ll talk to you later, bye!”

“Bye!” he yelled.

You ran back to his room and knocked the door.

“I forgot to ask for your number,” you showed him a shy smile.

He chuckled. “Right,” he gave you his number and you ran to your class, faster than you were going to do before.

You waited till next day to text Sam, and both of you agreed it would be better for you to meet in your room this time and have dinner while you work on your essays. It was not like a date at all, you didn’t know about Sam’s relationship status, but you were in a relationship, and even though you were far from him, you weren’t planning on being unfaithful.

By nine pm sharp, you heard a knock on your door.

“Who is it?” you asked.

“It’s me, Sam,” you heard and opened your door, and you could see him with a pizza on his hands.

“It’s pepperoni and cheese,” he offered.

“Sam, I believe this is the beginning of a great friendship,” you said and he laughed.

“So, Y/N/N, where are you from?” he asked taking a sit on your bed.

“Kansas,” you answered while you were looking for napkins and a knife to cut the pizza.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked. “I’m from Lawrence, Kansas. What part are you from?”

“No way!” You exclaimed. “I’m from Topeka.”

“What brought you to Stanford?”

“Well,” You swallowed your pizza, “I kinda wanted to expand my horizons, and I’ve always wanted to come to college here. What about you?”

“Same thing, since I was a little boy. My family runs a garage, and I just didn’t like that. My older brother Dean, on the other hand, he loves cars, so that is his passion, but it wasn’t mine.”

“And how did your parents take it?” You asked.

“Pretty well, I thought my dad would be mad at me for not wanting to be in the family business, but he took it pretty well,” he smiled. “How about you family?”

“Well, my dad has a company with my grandpa, and the second wanted me to be in the company with them, but both my parents encouraged me to do whatever I wanted to do, so here I am,” You shrugged.

He was about to ask you something else when your phone started ringing. You checked it and it was a text from your boyfriend, Tom.

*Can you call me?*

“Sam, wait for a second, I have to make a quick call.”

He nodded. You didn’t go very far, just walked a little bit away from where you were sitting. You dialed Tom’s number and waited.

“Hey,” you heard on the other line.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just watching a movie. What about you?”

“Um, I’m having dinner with Sam, one of my classmates…”

“Sas as in Samantha?” Tom inquired.

“No, as in Samuel… he’s in my philosophy class and we’re working on an essay together,” you explained to him.

“Is that how is it called nowadays? Working on an essay?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.

“No, dude, it’s not like that, you know I’d never cheat on you.”

“Yeah, whatever, look I gotta go.” And just like that, he hung up on you.

“Jerk,” you whispered looking at your phone’s screen.

“Everything’s ok?” Sam asked you.

“Uh, yeah,” you sighed, “Just my boyfriend acting like a total douche.”

“He’s a bit jealous, huh?”

“Yep. But I don’t wanna talk about him right now.”

“Okay, so Y/N/N, do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, I’m an only child,” you faked a pout.

And so it began your question pong. Sam asking things about you, you asking questions about him. By the moment both of you realized, it was late and you haven’t done anything of your essays, after a while more, Sam leaving to his room. Like you said before, it was the beginning of something great, this time meaning it.

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     Today feels like the longest day of your entire life. Your feet are sore, your head aches, and no amount of painkillers can relieve the overwhelming feeling of doneness that is currently taking over your usually bright aura. So when you finally make it home and shower, throw on one of Namjoon’s old, oversized t-shirts, and flop down onto the bed, you’re about ready to sleep for the rest of the whole year, if life could permit it. And then-
     “Babe, are you home?” You make a vague, exhausted groan that tells your boyfriend that you are indeed home and still alive.
     You hear him wash up in the bathroom and come into the bedroom to change before sitting next to you on the bed. “Long day?” he asks and you groan again, this time in the agony of remembering the events of the day.
     He laughs, sweet and melodic, and ruffles your hair. Immediately, you move closer until your head is in his lap. The stress melts away as he strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring comforting words. But all too soon, he stands up, gently shifting your head back onto the bed. You whine in protest and he smiles.
     “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, babe. Let me eat something first, I’ll be back in here later,” he says and you nod with a sigh.
     But your peace doesn’t last more than ten minutes without him. You toss and turn on the sheets, trying to get comfortable but failing miserably each time. With a quiet groan, you stand up and shuffle quietly into the kitchen where Namjoon is about halfway through a bowl of instant ramen.
     You make your way between the chair and the table and plop yourself unceremoniously onto his lap, legs on either side of him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks, setting down his chopsticks.
     “Play with my hair,” you mumble, face buried into his shoulder. One arm immediately wraps around your waist and the other reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. “I had a shitty day.” Your voice is still muffled but he hears every word, shifting you back slightly to look at your face.
     “You need some sleep.” At this, you lean your head back onto his shoulder.
     “Not without you,” you say, already getting sleepy from his warmth.
     He turns his head to the side slightly to plant a kiss on your neck. “Let’s go to sleep then.” Namjoon stands, hauling you up with him as you wrap you legs around his waist. He quickly cleans up before carrying you back to the bedroom and laying you down on the soft mattress.
     Pulling the sheets over both of you, he can’t help but smile as you move toward him, laying your head on his chest. “Someone’s clingy today,” he muses and you whine, too tired to actually reply. “It’s ok. I like to feel needed.” He doesn’t say this with bitterness or malice, it’s just been too long since you’ve come to him for comfort after something as simple as a bad day. You’re strong and these moments when you allow him to see you tired and upset are rare.
     “I always need you,” you whisper. He smiles as he presses his lips to your hair.
     “That’s good. Because I always need you too.”

as of now im planning on turning my sideblog @thedarkslayer into my main buffyverse blog so i can talk about meta and reblog stuff and, like, care a little bit less in an overall sort of way about my content and focus on buffy in one neat & tidy place so follow that if you are at all interested pals

Thank You for Her - Connor Murphy Drabble

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of death and a bit of insecurity

Summary: The day after the funeral, you and your boyfriend decide to visit her grave.

Word Count: 784

You took a deep breath as the car came to a slow stop. The day before, you put someone you loved in the ground, and it still haunted you. She was gone. Visiting her wasn’t talking on the phone or going to her house anymore. It was visiting her grave. The flowers in your grips bent against your fingers.

A hand covered your fists.

You lifted your head to meet Connor’s eyes.

Unlike you, Connor’s eyes weren’t filled with tears, but they were red from crying that morning. He hadn’t known her for long, but he knew her long enough to realize how special of a person he was

“This sucks,” you stated plainly.

Your boyfriend nodded. “I know.” He leaned over to kiss your head. He sighed against your hair. “We can go back, if you want.”

You shook your head. “We both know I have to do this.”

With that, Connor nodded. He got out of the car and held out a hand for you.

You smiled, took his hand, and stepped out of the car. From where Connor parked, you two didn’t have to walk far to get to her grave.

The grass was still lumpy, and there were still many flowers from before There was even a fresh bouquet. Someone else must’ve gotten there before you. You took a deep breath as tears began to burn against your vision You took a deep breath and set down the flowers. “Hi,” you whispered. “I’m back.” You stood back up and leaned against Connor.

Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around you and pulled you to his side. “Good to see you again,” he whispered. He blinked back his tears. “I hope you approve that I’m still dating her. She’s amazing, and I can’t help being near her.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. He’s taking good care of me. You already saw yesterday when…” You held your breath as the memories dropped on you like a boulder. You remember closing the casket. You remember falling to wall and feeling so heavy and so empty at the same time, like some had carved and gutted you and filled you with tar. You remember crying as the casket was lowered into the ground. You remember seeing others break down and feeling their pain along with yours.

You held a hand up to your mouth and tried to stifle your sobs. You let Connor support you as he shed a few tear of his own. “I miss you,” you whimpered. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through your congested nose. When that failed, you opened your mouth to inhale and say, “I miss you so much.” You smiled. “Thank you, though. For everything.”

Connor wrapped both arms around you in a feeble and useless attempt to prevent pain from touching you. It broke him to know that no matter how tightly he held you or how much he kissed your head, he couldn’t take away the pain.

He felt so fucking useless. How was he supposed to help you with something he couldn’t fix? Connor had doubted himself before, several times, but when she died, he knew he couldn’t protect you. He knew it the moment the emotion was sucked out of your eyes and the color drained from your cheeks.

Your boyfriend’s chest burned with the insecurities he carried. He loosened his grip on you and hoped that someone else you knew was on the way to the grave. Maybe that someone could help you more than he could.

When Connor’s presence faded, you gasped and pulled him closer. You needed him to hold and to cry with. So you just nuzzled your head into his chest and trusted that he wouldn’t mind the stains later.

Stains and the dam shirt were the last things Connor was thinking about when you pulled him back. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he mouthed in a moment of weakness and strength. “For her.” He kissed your head again and rubbed your back as he tried to help you bear the pain.

You just let the tears flow as memories kept on flashing. Her smile. Her voice. Her wit. You had to keep fighting. You knew that. For Connor For her. For yourself. You pressed your cheek against Connor’s chest and smiled at the grave. “I love you.” You sniffed. “I will make you proud.”

So, in silence, the two of you stood there, holding each other and whispering words into the wind, and even though it did indeed hurt, you two knew that with each other, the pain would be bearable. After all, it’s what she would’ve wanted.

Doing better because now I can write stuff like this without crying, so definitely better. Which is good. I hope to feel better and soon ok again. I visited her grave today, and I thought of this. Hopefully, its ok. and hopefully soon I’ll actually feel fine and start writing those requests!

Lance’s Reaction to Galra-Keith!? (Fic)

Most nights in the castle ship were questionable and heavy for Keith Kogane. He’d often twirled a dagger when in bed, a weapon that had been with him for most of his life. And he hadn’t known why.

But tonight, Keith knew.

On his bedroom floor on either side of him were two swords: the Paladin’s sword, and the dagger of Mamora. Keith picked up the dagger. Lavender light lit up his dark room in a short burst like a shooting star before it was replaced by the Blade of Mamora. In the next room over, Lance was listening to his Cuban music or he was singing himself. A common question that had partly made Keith’s nights questionable besides his identity crisis. It was clear, however, that it was off-key.

Keith wasn’t bothered by it. If anything, he was thankful for it. This blade changed the way his team looked at him. Galra were their sworn enemies. Enslavers of alien races. Thieves of planet resources. Destroyers of planets. Like Allura’s home.


Keith didn’t want to think about her. He gripped the Blade of Mamora. Lance Mcclain, a simple cargo pilot, acted like he hadn’t even heard the news.

Suddenly, the music stopped. It was odd. And Keith found himself curled within himself, toes digging into his carpet.

Someone knocked at his door. Keith fumbled with the Blade and shoved it onto the ground before rushing to the door. It opened.

Lance Mcclain stood at Keith’s door with a hand on his hip, looking slender and mischievous as always. There was no sign of emotional mayhem on his face after today’s events. Rather, he looked still. His shoulders relaxed. Eyebrows quirked in that annoying manner. The tips of his hair still wet. Aand… He was in pants too tight to be training clothes, but his blue tank top said otherwise.

“Talk about keeping a guy waiting.” Lance complained.

Keith crossed his arms. “That’s the normal amount of time it takes to answer your door when it is three am.”

“Bet I can do it faster.”

Keith sighed. “What do you want, Lance?”

“To train. Need to let off some steam.”

“I don’t know.” Keith leaned against his door-frame. “It sounded like you let off plenty of steam with all that off-key singing of yours.”

“Be nice,” Lance said. “That’s my lil’ sisters demo CD. I, on the other hand, have a much more enchanting voice.” Lance put up a finger. “Wait, actually, don’t ever tell my sister I said that. I like it when she is not crying.”

Keith now knew two things tonight: he is part Galra, and Lance did not sing off-key. Apparently.

“Ok,” he said.

Lance blinked at Keith. “Ok you won’t tell my sister ok? Or ok you are gonna come spar with me?”

“Ok to not telling your sister.”

“What?” Lance spat. “You too good to train with me now that you’re a part of some secret assassin group?”

“What? No. That’s not-I didn’t mean-“

“Then what!” Lance yelled. He glared at Keith.

Keith pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “After what you found out today, why are you even talking to me? Our enemies blood basically flows through my veins. Allura can’t stand me. Everyone else looks at me like a freak. I’m-“

“Shut up, you damn idiot,” Lance slammed his hand against the edge of the door, leveling with Keith.  “You are you. Keith Kogane, pilot of the red lion, member of Voltron, and the guy with the stupid mullet who is, and always will be, my rival.”

Keith stared into his eyes. They were honest. And a sanctuary after today. Looking into them was like the feeling Keith got when he submerged himself under water–silence. Another world separate from the loud noise from the surface. Keith couldn’t suppress his crooked smirk.


“Good.” Lance nodded. “Because with you off your game, I think I can kick your ass.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

With The Strength Of A Turning Tide - summary

Their first year together was lightning in a bottle - staying up late, drinking too much and talking even more.

The second and third were more of the same, but with the extra layer of stress that was university.

The third and fourth? Bumpy, but that’s what happens when real life and finding jobs and bills get it in the way.

The fifth, sixth and seventh were just kind of there. Just a thing that was. A thing that is. If beige was a feeling, years five, six and seven would be beige.

He’s pretty sure there’s not going to be an eighth.


‘Do you ever feel lonely?’ Harry typed, his hands shaking, arms tensed, foot tapping against the end of his bed as he summoned up the courage to press ‘send’.

He watched the little dots on the screen, and they felt like company as he waited for a reply.

It was tragic really. His boyfriend of seven years was snoring in their room. But those little dots, flickering in his lap from his place on the spare bed, and the boy at the other end of the phone, miles away, who he’d never actually met - he felt closer to him, closer to a practical stranger than he did to the man he’d grown up with.

Grown apart with. From? He wasn’t sure.

‘Sometimes H, yeah sometimes.’

And the dots rippled their way across the scene once more.

‘You ok?’

And what could he say. What could he say that didn’t sound pathetic, didn’t sound as bleak as he felt. For a long time he’d sort of assumed that being with someone for a years and years meant you just ended up being more friends than anything else. That it was to be expected, just one of those things. But if that was true, and if that was normal, then why did the loneliness become more palpable every day. Why did it feel like a boney finger prodding him in the ribs over and over again. It didn’t feel normal. And it didn’t feel sustainable.

‘Yeah I’m ok Lou, just one of those days you know? I’ll be alright in the morning.’


anonymous asked:

those roommate scenarios are so cute!!! do u think u can write somethin fluffy abt the one where kuroo crawls into his roommates bed? maybe w some cuddles and feelings talk (or maybe nsfw) but anything is u like is ok!!! ty!!!

I had fun with this one :’)

It was 3:36 AM.
Lately, it was becoming troublesome for him to fall asleep on certain nights. Today was the fourth time this week that he found himself idly staring at the ceiling, waiting for time to tediously pass on until he could officially, ‘wake up.’ The middle of the night was deemed eerie, to him, the only noises to be heard were the deep rumbles of the furnace and the soft peeps of swallows by the ocean. An hour ago, the soft giggles of his roommate contributed to the concoction, but had slowly died out. He completed whether or not he should go bother her, it wouldn’t be the first time that he had done so. It wasn’t even the first time this week that he had done so. She never really minded, curling right up next to him in response and holding a conversation with him until she passed out again. He didn’t want to feel like a nuisance, bothering her at such a sacred hour, but his inner asshole compelled him to.
He sat up in bed with a moan, his back cracking melodically as he arched backwards. The cold draft from the window hit him hard as he slipped from underneath his duvet, a silent tail of cusses escaping him. The floorboards creaked underneath his heavy footsteps, as if they were calling upon her, warning her of her impending doom. When he came upon her bedroom he stopped, noticing how her usually locked bedroom door was now open with a hairline crack.
She was expecting him.
It almost made his heart melt, really. This girl was honestly the sweetest person on earth, a gift from the heavens, and he wondered how he ever managed to get acquainted with someone so ethereal. He opened her door a tad bit more, slipping through and sitting on the edge of her bed. The first time he had done this, she freaked out and threw her phone at him. He couldn’t blame her, really. It would’ve terrified him too if in the middle of the night, someone decided to suddenly shift the entire weight of his bed. The black eye he received from the cellular impact still hurt, though. She shifted slightly, clutching onto the pillow she held between her arms a bit tighter. He crawled underneath the duvet, prying said pillow out of her grasp and replacing the void with his own body. She must’ve been awake, because he swore he heard a giggle when she shifted closer to him.
“Tetsurou, you’re fucking freezing.” She whispered into his chest, gazing up at him through the dark. Kuroo chuckled, his fingers subconsciously tangling themselves into her hair.
“Yeah, thats why I came to you, the hottest damn thing in this apartment.”
“I would say something snarky back but… I’m too tired to tell you to stop hitting on me.” Kuroo chuckled, snuggling closer to her warmth. She had a heavy electric duvet, and it was an honest to god miracle. Underneath said duvet and cuddled up to her warmth brought upon the coziest situation he had experienced in his entire life.
“Hey, __, you’re so hot… you denature my proteins.”
“Oh my god, get out of my bed.”
“__, __, are you a hypertonic solution? ‘Cause you make me swell, if you know what I mean.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile, shifting herself so she came face to face with him on the pillow.
“Hey Tetsurou, you must be the acid to my litmus paper, because everytime I touch you, I turn red.”
Kuroo blinked, and she blinked back, a satisfied smirk on her face. He had been hit on with what had to be the nerdiest pickup line ever to be uttered, but he could feel himself get red in the face.
“How’d you come up with that one?” He pondered. She shrugged, brushing some of his fallen bangs out of his face.
“I learn from the best.”
“Aw, thanks babe.” He lifted his shaky hand to meet hers, balancing their fingertips together, before lacing them together. He felt his heart thump, her soft gaze melting him to the core.
“Do you plan on sleeping at all tonight?” She peeped.
“Yeah, I dunno, probably. I had like, three monsters today, so I dunno if my body will necessarily let me.”
“I could stay up with you… I’d need like, four espressos, but I could.”
“Nah, nah. I can’t do that to you.” He hummed, running the pad of his thumb across the back of her hand. “You need your beauty sleep.”
“Sleep is for the weak.” She sniffled. “Besides, tomorrow’s a Saturday.” Kuroo didn’t respond, letting go of her hand and drawing her into his arms. They were chest to chest, his heart beating all the faster. She looked eerily content and it irked him. How was she so serene in a situation like this?
“You know, Tetsurou, if you need help sleeping, you could just watch one of your shitty documentaries. Those are always a big help for me.”
“This is the last time you bash on my documentaries.” He demanded, trying to keep a straight face as he taunted her. He just couldn’t though. “Those are interesting, __. You just aren’t a science major, you wouldn’t understand.”
“You might as well just say, “It isn’t a phase mom, it’s who I really am.” and you’d be getting the same point across as the one you’re trying to make right now.”
“What happened to being too tired to sass me, huh?” He poked at her side, causing her to jump a bit and slap his arm.
“You replenished my sodium levels. They’re at a all time high now.”
“Go to sleep.” He muttered, catching her eye for a moment before he flicked her forehead. She winced, then brushed it off.
“One day, I wanna pull an all nighter just so I can see how your damn hermit crab escapes that cage every night.”
“He wouldn’t do it if you we’re watching.” Kuroo snorted.
“How do you know? Hermit crabs don’t have the mental capacity.”
“Well my hermit crab does. I raise my children well, y’know.” She giggled at this, covering her mouth with her hand.
“I’d love to see how your children turn out, Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“I’d love to see how our children turn out.”
It took Kuroo a solid five seconds before he realized what he had said, and immediately, he froze up. She wore a stunned expression, her cheeks practically glowing red.
“Well that’s a new one…”
“God I’m sorry, it’s late and night and-”
“Don’t worry, Tetsurou.” She cut him off, tilting her chin upwards and planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re cute.”
Kuroo felt his stomach twist, his heart race, and his face burn all at once. He tried calling out to her, but she didn’t respond, her face buried into the crook of his neck. He inhaled, then exhaled deeply, letting the nerves subside deep inside of him.
Its was 4:18 AM.
And he was glad he didn’t sleep.

Writers Keep Writing!

     You know how they say practice makes perfect? Well surprise surprise that holds true for writing as well! Ever feel when writing, RPing, or just trying to plot things that your muse isn’t cooperating or that the words just aren’t coming together? Ah… the infamous writer’s block, we know it well. Of course, we’re not the only ones that suffer from these blocks. Illustrators have their infamous artist’s block, and athletes hit the brick wall so to speak. All of these talents and skills have the same method to overcome them and I’d like to remind you all that same truth holds for writing as well and that trick is–

Keep writing

     We all hope that our next piece is going to be the next literary classic, or that it will hit the big seller list title, be made into a movie, or even just strike us some internet fame as our words touch hearts and minds across the globe. Unfortunately, the reality is not everything we write is going to be our best work. Some things we write may be utter crap in our eyes, and it’s all to tempting to just hit the backspace key just a few centimetres away from us. We don’t have to spend the effort hitting undo forever like an artist, or getting back up onto our feet when we fall like an athlete does. For us, it’s easy to just sit in front of our screens and say ‘Nah man… my muse just isn’t working with me today’ or ‘I just can’t focus’. The important thing you need to remember is that you can’t let that stop you.

     Illustrators will turn out hundreds of drawings that are just mediocre-ok, and only have a few pieces they feel are masterpieces and we need to do the same. Even if it’s not your best, even if you’re embarrassed to post it, write it anyways. Backing off and saying ‘not today’ won’t make your uncooperative muse runaway. Your words won’t magically start flowing one day unless you work with them and fight your way through that block.

     Practice every day with your writing. Use different exercises such as drabble requests, fanfic writing, RPing, anything that will keep you writing and pushing that block right off the edge of a cliff. For several weeks I’ve been dealing with my own blocks and because I stayed determined and kept writing replies even though I felt they were crap I finally broke my own block today and turned out a 815 word reply. And it felt so good to have that moment back. I’m used to my words flowing naturally into huge replies that I look back at the end of going ‘how the fuck did I write all this over a 5 worded question from my RP partner?’ 

Keep writing

     ‘If you don’t use it, you lose it’. Any sport you ever play, any language or skill you learn your teachers and mentors will tell you this. Once more, the same goes for writing. If you haven’t done it for weeks on end, you will be rusty. Your vocab will slip away as it is essentially just language in the end. Your fingers will forget the melodic hum of keys as you fly from one word to the next and everything you try to write will just feel stiff and lacking in life.

     So how do you get back into the swing of things if you have been away? The same way an artist picks up their pencil again. Open up your writing program and get cracking. Put on some music if it helps, think of something you’ve been wanting to write and go to town. No one’s going to judge what you write, just write it. You don’t have to post it, but you should anyways–because that’s only going to push that writing block further away from you by building your confidence. Don’t worry if it’s not the next Best Seller’s List contender, it’s your work and you’re practicing. That’s all writing is–it’s practice. Illustrators draw to practice their art, athletes practice their routines, and we write.

     Keep writing… No matter what. Keep writing and you will break those blocks and rusty chains that have bound you.

     Happy Fanfic Writer’s Appreciation Day everyone! I hope to see many more of you posting your work in the near future <3

"OK, I might or might not be pregnant." - Dean Ambrose

This prompt drabble was requested by anon.

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Today you feel like you’re not yourself. Something is out of line but you can’t place it.
It dawned on you that you miss your periods by 3 days.
3 days might not seem to be big number. But it really is.
Just the thought that you might be pregnant makes you literally throw up. Which doesn’t help your case at all. Now, did you throw up because you are pregnant or only because you are scared that you might be pregnant.

Dean tip toed into the bathroom, where he found you hugging the toilet bowl.

“Hey babe, just wanted to give you the heads up that I am in the kitchen? Call out for me when you need anything? You know I’m not really into the puking stuff, so I won’t stick around. And I swear to you, when you make that puking sound, I’m out of here faster than The Flash.” He explained himself.

“You’re such a baby, Dean! Get out, I don’t need you, really, everything’s fine.” You said.

“Uh-oh.. I know that saying. When you say that everything’s fine, it’s not. Tell me.” He carefully sat on the bathtub, but not fully, so that he can still get out of here as soon as you have to puke again.

“OK, I might or might not be pregnant.” You waited for that to sink in.

Dean needed a moment to register.

“What does that mean you might? Don’t you know?”

“Uhm..hello? No? You want to help? Go get me a pregnancy test.” You were a bit annoyed, not only are you not feeling well but you really don’t need another Baby besides Dean. He’s a big Baby. Your big Baby and for the time being, that is enough.

Dean came back from the store with a bag full of pregnancy tests.

“I didn’t know which one to take and I mean, what if one is not working? Better safe than sorry.” He chuckled. He tries to play it off by acting like a tough guy but on the inside, he’s probably freaking out.

“I appreciate your courage to buy all the tests they had in the store, Dean, but it was false alarm. I probably never should have eaten that leftover Sushi from yesterday.” You kissed him on the cheek. Dean took you into his arms, you can feel that he was relieved.

“Wait? Leftover Sushi? Babe, that was like 2 days old.” Dean said.

“Damn you, Dean. Next time throw your leftovers away, will ya? How was I supposed to know? I was so hungry and all I found was your left over!”

“Hey, is it my fault you’re eating my leftovers? That teaches you a lessen. Never. Ever. Touch. My. Food. Comprendre?”

Because of a bet... - chapter 1 -

Greetings my cubs! X3 here is the first chapter of my first (not official) request! It’s a Brohm/Brycewrecker ff and I hope you have fun to read it as much as I had fun writing it^^ oh and btw a new friend of mine (@skaisummers) helped me to get rid of pesky spelling and grammar mistakes(thanks again😉)
this story is an AU, because…duh…never gonna happen in reality

~ ~ enjoy 😄


P.o.V.: Ohm

So… I just might have a small crush on Bryce. Just a little one. Ok, so I may have fallen in love with my best friend. No one has to know, right?

Today, I feel like playing some Uno with the gang. Delirious, Cartoonz and to my utter happiness, Bryce agree. It is Delirious and Cartoonz versus Bryce and me. Per usual, Delirious is up to his tricks.

“Take this you son of a bitch! Boom! UNO!” Delirious insanely laughs as he places a ’+2’ card on top of the deck.

“Noooo!” Bryce yells playfully as he is forced to draw two extra cards. His outburst is followed by his trademark giggle.

So cute…

“How could you Delirious? I thought we were friends!” Bryce screams comically.

“No! We only have each other!” Cartoonz interrupts.

“Yeah!” Del agrees. "We only have each other, brother!”

“Oh, yeah? Well then…!” I exclaim.

I pause for a moment for Bryce to play his next card.

“Bryce, you got me?” I ask.

“Yeah Ohm!” He confirms.

“UNO BITCHES! WE WIN!” I yell with excitement.

"YESSS!” Bryce yells in victory.

“NOOOO!” yell the losers.

I barely hear the resounding “no” from the other team, I’m too busy focusing on Bryce.

My Brycie-poo is happy that we won~

“Of course I’m happy that we won! Uno is so fun!” Bryce giggles for the third time.

God, he’s so adorable!

I wonder what expression he’s making right now? I wish I could see him, instead of having to wait for his uploads. His adorable face. His giggling face. His “o” face…



Let’s save those thoughts for the bedroom.

“Ohm, are you happy about your precious ‘Brycie-poo’?” Toonz mocks and I feel the heat creeping up my face.

“Um.. yeah,” I say still embarrassed at how good his guess was.

“Ohm, are you guys fucking again?” Del asks egging on my embarrassment.

Oh shit! Okay, play it cool Ryan. Use this opportunity to flirt with him!

“No, but I’d love to feel ‘dat ass in ma’ hands!” I say with conviction.

Though it’s not a lie.

“Yeah and 'dat ass on your d*ck!” Cartoonz yells mockingly.

“How’d you know?” I joke back.

Ok, it’s cool. I’m making them laugh and I get to flirt with Brycie~

“Ohm, no! Just no!” Bryce says giggling.

“Ohm yes!” I nearly moan. “That’s how you’ll sound all night!” I say and start laughing because I cannot control myself.

“I’m uncomfortable. I need an adult. I need an adult!” Bryce exclaims and laughs.

Bryce is so innocent. That’s what I love about him. I laugh and tease him more until I’m sure he’s blushing on his side of the screen.

“Ohm seriously! Stop!” He yells.

I laugh at how he tries to end the flirting. Still, I can’t let it end here now can I?~

“Why? You don’t like me talking about our sexy times?~” I ask teasingly.

“I-“, Bryce starts but he is cut off by Delirious before he can reply.

Damn, just when we were getting to the good part!

“Well, Luke and I are having a sleepover tomorrow, so good night you two!” Del says, followed by Cartoonz.

“Yeah, good night you fuckers!” I reply jokingly.

I love those guys.

“And have fun with that 'sleepover’,” Bryce adds, putting emphasis on the last word mockingly.

Del and Toonz say their parting comments and get offline.

Yeah, I really do love those guys. But not as much as I love Brycie~

10:37P.M. 9/17/17

God I forgot my fuckin ID at a childhood friend K’s house. I’ll probably go there tomorrow while she’s at work and hangout with her youngest sister. She’s like 8 and a lonely kid, they are Japanese so she has this nice but messy long straight black hair thats always in her face and shes a skinny little kid too. She begs me to watch her swim because she’s not allowed to by herself, so i stick only my legs in and she tells me scary stories of Japan or random facts(like cats having “ghost bones”.) I tell her I saved her oldest sister from drowning in the sea a couple times when we were children and how I used to watch over her middle sister as well. She asked if her middle sister was lonely and i said “yes” and she said “is that why youre the only friend big sis has that is nice to me? Because I remind you of middle sis?” I laughed and said “i have a soft spot for brats.” Then we sat on the couch and I put my big legs over hers and I fed her Oreos, then we looked at the kids channel on Netflix and she had never seen the movie “Holes” and so I immediately remedied that. We were watching the movie and she smiles and says “big sis would never do something like this with me. Look at us, just two kids watching a movie” I ruffled her hair, it was just too adorable a thing she said, and then when the movie ended her big sis and my other friends arrived and so I left to the bars. So my close friend B he comments “I was surprised to see you being so kind to the youngest sister” and I punched his arm and was like “just because I like to be an asshole to you doesn’t mean Im an asshole with kids.” Anyways, tomorrow I hope I can see the youngest sister, she knows I have a sweet tooth so she usually gets me candy too.

anonymous asked:

10 with Robert/Damien?

id die for you anon

10–not wearing that


Damien doesn’t smile very well; when his lips curl it’s out of amusement and lust (?lust?) & the first thing that he does, upon seeing Robert, is push him against the wall—doesn’t even bother with the pleasantries, doesn’t even bother with the couch or the bed, resembles his outward appearance (that of something otherworldly, something ferocious) in the way he tries to devour, devour, devour. Whispers: you’re cutting it a bit close.

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