i have told the truth

anonymous asked:

36 with my boy Romeo?

heads up: i’m just gonna write it on here instead of posting it separately because, truth be told, i have no clue how to write for romeo and i feel like this could make a cute small oneshot?? i dunno

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    “romeo, you alright?” you questioned. your boyfriend of a few months had been acting weird lately and it was starting to become concerning. he had consistently been more than loving, affectionate, and romantic for the entirety of your relationship up until the last couple of weeks. he had been kind of distant, and you feared that he had lost feelings for you.

    “yeah, i’s fine,” he chuckled nervously. he rubbed his neck and his ears turned red. they always turned red when he was nervous.

    “please just tell me what’s been bothering you,” you begged. “you’ve been avoiding me lately and i need to know what i’m doing wrong so i can fix it.” you could feel tears building up. 

    “oh, shit, no, y/n, it’s just that, uh,” he stumbled over his words, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him. “it’s just, i’m so in love with you and i’ve never felt like this before and i don’t know how to handle it.” he spoke extremely quickly and his words ran together, but you understood all of it. you threw yourself into his arms, pulling him into the tightest hug you could manage.

    “i’m in love with you, too,” you whispered, kissing him softly.

arrives 2 and half years later with more papercuts

6

Ship Posters: Andreil

Their I love you is in their Stay, in their Don’t Go, in their Welcome Home, in fingers hooked in belt loops and lingering looks across a room, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.


Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.


Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?


A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

3

I always lied to you and asked you to forgive me. Deliberately keeping you at a distance by my own hand. All because I didn’t want you to get caught up in any of this. But now, I believe… that perhaps you could have changed Father, Mother, and the rest of the Uchiha. If I had been open with you from the start… and looked you straight in the eyes and told you the truth, then I wouldn’t have had to stand before you, from above, as a failure, telling you all of this. So this time, I want to impart this truth to you… You don’t ever have to forgive me. And no matter what you do from here on out, know this… I will love you always. 

Happy Birthday Rehaf! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ [08.01] 

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TOP making sure Dae gets the best seat in the house… right on his lap.

the   killers   /   starter   sentences.

all   these   starters   are   taken   from   the   2017   album   ‘wonderful   wonderful’.   feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   as   needed!

  • ❛  don’t you listen to the never.  ❜
  • ❛  keep praying for rain.  ❜
  • ❛  keep your ear to the shell.  ❜
  • ❛  stay on the path that leads to the well.  ❜
  • ❛  follow my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  i am here.  ❜
  • ❛  maybe i’m dirty, maybe i’m unworthy.  ❜
  • ❛  you were never alone.  ❜
  • ❛  i know the score like the back of my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t give a damn.  ❜
  • ❛  nothing can break me down.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m the man.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t break me down.  ❜
  • ❛  i got gas in the tank.  ❜
  • ❛  i got money in the bank.  ❜
  • ❛  i got news for you.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re looking at the man.  ❜
  • ❛  i got skin in the game.  ❜
  • ❛  you see what i mean?  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t feel no pain.  ❜
  • ❛  who’s the man?  ❜
  • ❛  don’t give up on me.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m just in a rut.  ❜
  • ❛  can’t keep my mind off of every little wrong.  ❜
  • ❛  i hope you understand.  ❜
  • ❛  this city’s always breathing, i wish that it would die.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m not like her, you’re not like them.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ll climb and i’ll climb.  ❜
  • ❛  i didn’t see this comin’, i admit it.  ❜
  • ❛  if you think i’ll buckle, forget it.  ❜
  • ❛  i told you that i’d be the one.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ll be there in the life to come.  ❜
  • ❛  you think i lost my vision but i didn’t.  ❜
  • ❛  it sounds like heaven, but it isn’t.  ❜
  • ❛  let go of the blame.  ❜
  • ❛  have a little faith in me.  ❜
  • ❛  just dropkick the shame.  ❜
  • ❛  uncover your face.  ❜
  • ❛  call my name.  ❜
  • ❛  i heard heaven and thunder cry.  ❜
  • ❛  run for cover.  ❜
  • ❛  run while you can, baby, don’t look back.  ❜
  • ❛  you know you’re not the only one.  ❜
  • ❛  what are you waiting for, a kiss or an apology?  ❜
  • ❛  you’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t know what happened.  ❜
  • ❛  i hear my mother calling my name.  ❜
  • ❛  i still come running, but i ain’t the same.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re used to winning.  ❜
  • ❛  how did it feel.  ❜
  • ❛  could you hear the screaming?  ❜
  • ❛  it was unreal.  ❜
  • ❛  what did they pay you?  ❜
  • ❛  what did it cost?  ❜
  • ❛  how long did it take you to know that you lost?  ❜
  • ❛  you got the faith of a child.  ❜
  • ❛  you got some kind of love.  ❜
  • ❛  you got the grace of the storm.  ❜
  • ❛  can’t do this alone.  ❜
  • ❛  we need you at home.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s so much to see.  ❜
  • ❛  we know that you’re strong.  ❜
  • ❛  i can lose my temper.  ❜
  • ❛  i hate when it gets serious.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s like we’re going blind.  ❜
  • ❛  i can’t get you out of mind.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re falling.  ❜
  • ❛  have all the songs been written?  ❜
  • ❛  have all the truths been told?  ❜
  • ❛  i just need one more.  ❜
  • ❛  i can see it.  ❜
  • ❛  i believe it.  ❜
  • ❛  get your hair cut.  ❜
  • ❛  get your head right.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t forget where you come from.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t understand how this all started.  ❜
  • ❛  i know it’s gotten out of hand.  ❜
  • ❛  we can’t go back now.  ❜
  • ❛  can’t just tell ourselves all of this will pass.  ❜
Jealousy

Summary: You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (Jin) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: (Feat. Wonwoo from Svt) Sorry Svt fans, I made him the enemy. I love Wonwoo though :)

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thezerogomez13  asked:

Can you write a fic of Hanzo’s daughter teaching him how to braid by braiding his own hair, and his s/o walking in on them and taking a bunch of pics because they’re both being ridiculously cute? Daddy Hanzo gives me so much life 💕💕

Originally posted by hanzofromoverwatch

“Papa! Can I braid your hair?” His child asked him and he smiled and nodded, he sat on the ground below her bed so she could sit above him, she gently pulled the ribbon from his hair, letting the greyed locks fall to their full length. She giggled as she played with his long hair.

“So how come you know how to braid and I don’t?” He asked, looking at her and she just lit up, clapping her hands excitedly, he raised an eyebrow at her sudden excited state. “Are you going to teach me?” He asked, and she nodded, pushing his head so he was facing forward.

“So first you take three sections and then..” His daughter trailed on, showing him how to braid his hair, she was still clumsy with it unable to tighten it as much as she should for it to stay, but nonetheless he listened intently, taking a different part of his hair and trying himself.

You leaned against the doorway watching your husband and daughter do the former’s hair. You pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of them, smiling at how adorable the two were being. 

“You look great honey!” You complimented after his hair was finished, braided with many small and big braids. He looked up at you and did a funny pose causing both your daughter and you to laugh. He stood up, picking up your daughter and carrying her to you. 

“As do you, sweetheart. Come now, let us go get food.” 

Team Angry Cat

Last year, I went to a con in Chicago. On Saturday morning, I took the elevator from my room (fourth floor) to the con suite (second floor). Also on that elevator: a dude taking it to the first floor. As soon as I pressed the button, he said chidingly, “Two floors! Should’ve walked it.” And then he literally, actually tutted at me. “Tut tut tut” went the arbiter of everyone else’s body and abilities. Just so I’d know for sure that I’d been bad and been judged for it.

Now. There were a couple of conversations we could have had at this point. I could have told elevator dude the truth: that I have lupus (please please don’t make the House joke; you have no idea how many times I’ve heard the House joke, and I promise you that sometimes it is in fact lupus), so I keep an eye on my energy and pain levels and try to save some of whatever ability I have for later. That I’m especially careful to do that when I’m at an event or traveling, because I don’t want to be in my room exhausted or in pain when a thing I really wanted to do is happening two floors away, and I really don’t want to be in pain and out of energy while traveling in modern American airports (apparent motto: “If you can’t stand for four hours and run two miles full-tilt while carrying two weeks’ supplies, lol no go fuck yourself”). So I’m careful. I don’t push it. In the mornings, I might take the elevator, which the hotel did, after all, install for people to use.

I could also have told elevator dude to go fuck himself, which is the other honest conversation we could have had at that point. It is seriously none of his business whether I use the stairs, or the elevator, or rappel down the outside of the building, or maybe just dissolve into primordial ooze and drip down the walls.

But, you know, confrontation is another energy burner. I wanted to save my energy for having fun with my friends, the people I came to see. So I said something non-committal. Elevator dude wasn’t done, though. “You should always find the stairs, first thing when you check into a hotel,” this dude who was maybe ten years older than me and in no way my father said. “Did you know you’re not allowed to use the elevator during a fire? Whenever you check into a hotel, you should think: what if there’s a fire?”

Indeed, elevator dude. What if? What if, in my second decade of staying alone in hotels, you had not come along to tell me how to do it? I might have done it wrong, and then I would surely have burned to death in a fiery inferno, just as I have at least once a year throughout my adulthood, despite my mother giving me pretty much exactly those instructions back when I was seven and actually needed them.

Fortunately, at that point, we arrived at the second floor. I headed to the con suite and settled in. Some minutes later, I mentioned the mansplainer in the elevator and his profound concern for my well-being in case of fire. I didn’t complain about the “should’ve walked” comment, largely because I didn’t expect any support for it; I know an apparently able-bodied (and fat!) woman taking the elevator is cause for judgment in this world. (In some places, going by the general response, it’s borderline actionable.) And most people at that particular table didn’t know the details of my medical status, since in general, when given the choice between talking with my friends about lupus or talking with them about people banging, or being unicorn space eagles, or both, I tend to choose the pointy space birds and their sexytimes.

“Why would anyone say that to you?” one of the women at the table asked, in that mystified dudes-why-are-you? tone. “How does that even come up?”

So I explained about how we got on the topic of elevators. As soon as I said, “He said I should’ve taken the stairs,” ten women around the table looked up and angry cat hissed in unison. It was like they’d rehearsed it for weeks after months of watching angry cats and studying their motivations. Truly a beautiful moment.

From this experience I learned some things:

  1. Support matters. Those women and their instinctive and audible anger didn’t just make me feel better; they actually changed the way I remember the event. They became what was important about it rather than elevator dude. His judgment has become small and insignificant to me, and in fact I smile when I think about him, because he’s inextricably linked to that moment ten people became Team Angry Cat for me.

  2. A lot of times, I don’t reach for support because I don’t expect it. I don’t talk about the random elevator dude type aggravations of life, because I assume there’s a good chance most people will side with the elevator dudes of the world. It’s worth it to find the places where that isn’t true. And it’s worth it to reach for support when I can.

  3. I need to look for more chances to be on other people’s Team Angry Cat. I don’t need to know about that person’s life or judge their worthiness; if they’ve experienced harassment or microaggressions, I’m gonna try to support them.

  4. I’d pay significant money for a YouTube series that was just ten women angry cat hissing at ability enforcers and mansplainers and dudes shouting “smile, baby!” at random ladies and so on.

Oh, yeah, and to the ten members of that particular Team Angry Cat: thank you. You’re the best, and I will hiss for you anytime.

vaultboyjr  asked:

Hello friend, just curious to know, who is your fav character from persona 4? (If you have one, othereise I love everything about you!!)

Truth be told it’s been a very long time since I’ve played P4, so my attachment to the characters sorta dwindled. Which is why I’ve been meaning to replay it in the hopes to enjoy it again~ I will say though, Chie was my favorite for a long time throughout high school. Not because she was just ‘buh huh kick ass tomboy who’s kinda moe’ but I really related to the struggles of insecurity amongst those she viewed as better than her. (Yukiko, Rise, etc) I was friends with a lot of people who were just insanely gifted and talented, so I really worked my butt off to keep up with them. 

Also thanks I haven’t drawn Chie in like years it’s so weird–

anonymous asked:

Maybe taakitz night out! Lots of wine and chocolate and laughter after one of their roughest weeks

“Babe.”

“Hmm?”

“Babe. You would not believe the shit day I had,” Taako says, capping off his glass with some wine. He studies it, swigs it, and refills it, then hands it to Kravitz. “Some twerps started a fight at my school, and I - Taako, from TV - had to break it up personally. Fuckin’ nutso.”

“You are their headmaster, dear.” Kravitz studies the wine, sniffs it, and takes a cautious sniff. His disgusted face wrenches a reluctant chuckle out of Taako, who quickly redacts it and covers it in haughty indignation. 

“Yeah, but that’s not like…my job,” Taako says, waving his glass through the air. It, too, has been magically filled. “That’s Ren’s thing. They wouldn’t listen to her.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s like…a drow or somethin’. Buncha uppity sun-elves.” Taako takes another large swig before settling next to Kravitz, digging around in his pockets and procuring two bars of chocolate. “Dark or milk?”

Kravitz studies him. “I’ll take white.”

Taako stares right back, then hits him over the head with the dark bar. “I’m divorcing you,” he says, and hits him again. “We don’t tolerate white chocolate lovers in this household, Krav! That’s, like…that’s like the first rule! Get out!”

“Fine,” Kravitz says, grinning, and plucks his wine glass off the table. “Shall I see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah,” Taako grumbles, crossing his arms. “Yeah, fuck you, fuck off.” There’s a red flush swelling in his cheeks as he takes another sip. “White chocolate my ass.”

“Good night, then,” Kravitz says, perfectly serene, and lands a kiss on his husband’s forehead. “If Angus is still awake then I suppose I shall take refuge with him.” 

Taako grumbles and gripes during Kravitz’s whole journey to the door. He’s got one hand on the handle, poised to open, when something solid smacks him in the back. Doing his best to quell his grin, Kravitz turns, and picks it up. “Oh, what’s this?” he asks, and studies the label. “Fine quality white chocolate?”

“Shut th’ fuck up,” Taako slurs, and brandishes a half-empty wine glass at him. “You can stay. There are…some exceptions.”

“Some exceptions,” Kravitz repeats, amused, and sits back down. Taako curls around him immediately, throwing two legs over Kravitz’s lap and dunking his forehead on Kravitz’s shoulder. 

“You’re an exception,” Taako murmurs against his shoulder, and it’s not the face value of those words that makes Kravitz feel warm. 

“Oh,” he says. He rests his cheek on the crown of Taako’s head and grins, placing the bar back in Taako’s hands. “Truth be told, I have always been more of a milk chocolate man myself, though - ”

He gets no further, because Taako immediately slaps his chest. “You lied!”

“I did, love.”

“Your contracts are verbal,” Taako protests, still curled around his side, “‘n you lied!”

“That I did. What should be my fair recompense?”

Taako hums thoughtfully, two hands snaking around Kravitz’s arm and clinging close. “You buy me dinner for the next week.”

“Cooking supplies or restaurant?”

“Restaurant dinners all seven days.”

“Oh no,” Kravitz sighs, “that’s brutal on the funds, love. Though I suppose I love you more than that good good gold.”

“Yeah, well,” Taako sniffs, and burrows further into Kravitz’s arm. Kravitz shifts to hold him close. “You’d better.”