i really don't know how you made me fall in love with you so badly

anabellerosenai  asked:

Hello, could you write this for a Drarry drabble? Soulmate AU where you experience unfathomable, collapse, sob and heave, pain when your soulmate is about to die. Draco Malfoy has experienced this pain at least 3 times and keeps a journal for it. He has felt this pain the day after the dark lord was vanquished, (maybe near-death from abusive/neglectant relatives?), when Quirrel burnt to death, basilisk biting Harry, etc. Bonus if Draco loves his soulmate and worries every pain may be The Death.

((the infamous carrot prompt was easier than this…oh my god… here take it.  I give up. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping.))

Entry 1- 1988
I don’t remember the first time so I can’t write it down. Mother and Father told me I was a baby and I got hurt and they didn’t know why. They took me to St. Mungo’s and a healer said I was fine.  My soulmate died. That is why I hurt so bad.  I thought I was going to die yesterday.  I am alive still. The healer said maybe my soulmate got recreated and bad luck made my soulmate die again so soon.  The healers want me to write it down.  Maybe if it ever happens again I can write that too.  They don’t think it will happen. I hope I can see them if they get recreated again.

Entry 2- 1992
Mother had the healer come see me at Hogwarts so I didn’t have to leave school.  She called it an “episode.” I had another “episode” she said.  It doesn’t sound as bad as it was.  I don’t remember it hurting so bad last time.  Last time I didn’t cry.  I think I cried because I was sad.  Not just because my chest hurt.  I couldn’t breathe for a minute.  I’m supposed to write down what it felt like.  It felt like when you smash your finger in a door but not just on your finger. On your whole body.  

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anonymous asked:

I don't know what came to my mind. But... can you please do a THREESOME? Y/N with Suga and Jimin. They're College Students and Roommates. They're childhood bestfriends,Suga and Jimin has a crush on Y/N. And then Y/N is innocent,she know that sex is bad. And then the SMUT begins.😂 LOL.! I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED for requesting this. (Pardon my English.)😂 I really don't know what came to me for asking this kind of FANFIC.😂

Title : It’s bad…

Genre : Smut/Threesome

Paring : Yoonmin x Reader

Summary : You’ve always been the good, sweet and perfect girl everybody likes. The problem is : you’re in love with your two best friends who happens to be the complete opposites of you.

Soundtrack : FIRE WATER (feat. G.Soul & TABLO) []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡




You always have been a model of perfection since you were a child. A graceful baby, a curious little girl, a very easy to live teenager to finally become the cute and tender girl that you are today. On top of that, you’ve always been a brilliant and conscientious student. No, really, a delicious girl, almost perfect if the adage didn’t say that perfection doesn’t exist.

How did you find yourself having two best friends so different from you ? How, from early childhood, were you directly attached to these two turbulent idiots ? Sometimes there are enigmas in life that can’t be solved, and your trio is a good example. Yoongi is a provocative, rough and sometimes cold dude. Jimin is a little demon hidden under an angel’s face. They have always been the most popular boys, loved as much as hated. They respect nothing and prefer to have fun rather than thinking about their future. But curiously, you’ve never fought in ten years of friendship, and remain the closest friends of the world. Proof is that you’re now roommates.

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anonymous asked:

hc of mc and rfa+v&saeran breaking up because of something terrible that happened, but they still love eachother, and after the breakup they don't talk for like six months and when they meet again in like a coffee shop or something on accident they become friends again and after a few days they're like LETS DO A ROUND TWO SHALL WE!~? i'd be really really grateful i love your writing🌟

This is so cute!

~Omg my heart!

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◉ Yoosung

  • It had been a while since you saw Yoosung
  • Or even talked to him
  • You don’t know how things ended up the way they did
  • Your relationship went from passionate to feeling more like roommates
  • Yoosung was always on his computer instead of spending time with you
  • And one night you couldn’t take it anymore
  • You packed up your things and you both were crying
  • Saying maybe it was for the best
  • You spent a lot of teary nights staring at your phone thinking maybe he’d call or text
  • But he never did
  • And you never did…
  • You were out shopping and decided to grab a coffee
  • After paying and grabbing it from the counter
  • A familiar voice called your name from a table across the cafe
  • You turned to see the blonde boy sipping from a cup alone
    • “Yoosung?” you called out
  • He waved you over with a smile and you sat down
    • “I can’t believe I ran into you here! How are you doing?” he asked excitedly
    • “Oh, I’m doing alright. Hey…”
  • You stopped to point at him
    • “Is that my scarf?” you laughed
    • “Oh…hah, yeah, it is.,” he blushed, “this is embarrassing but, I found it in the closet after you left. And it smells like you…so I wear it.”
  • He blushed
  • You two ended up talking for a long time after that
  • He seemed to have grown a lot
  • He was more into his studies
  • And less on the computer
  • You were leaving separate ways
  • When he called for you
  • You turned around to find him there beside you
    • “MC. I’m not that nervous young boy anymore. I can’t help but think that there’s a reason we ran into each other today. So…will you please let me take you to dinner? On a date?”

◉ Jumin

  • He had gotten into the habit of working extra long hours at C&R
  • When you confronted him about it he seemed like he wouldn’t budge
    • “MC. You keep bringing it up but you know my answer remains the same. I like to work. You have everything you could need in the penthouse, why are you being so difficult?”
    • “Yes. Everything but you. I’m not asking for a lot, Jumin. But I can see you aren’t willing to work with me, here. So I’ll leave. I didn’t sign up to be alone in a big house by myself every day and night.”
  • You packed up your stuff and left
  • It was almost like he was in shock and didn’t believe it was really happening
  • He just let you go
  • A few days after that he was sending gifts to you
  • Flowers and jewelry
  • But you turned them all away
  •  This wasn’t something money and gifts could fix
  • Weeks went by and months went by but you guys still hadn’t talked
  • You were out shopping when you heard a familiar voice from behind you
    • “That color would look really nice on you.”
    • “Jumin?”
  • You turned around to see him standing there smiling
    • “What are you doing here? In the women’s section?”
    • “I followed you over when when I saw you walking around”
    • “Why does that not surprise me?” you laughed
  • Seeing him now made your heart melt
    • “Why didn’t you accept any of my gifts?” he asked, a bit offended
    • “Why didn’t you call?”
    • “Because you didn’t accept any of my gifts”
  • You both were staring at each other
    • “It seems I approached this all wrong…” he remarked apologetically
  • You gave a nod that says ‘yeah, ya messed up buddy’
    • “Allow me to buy this?” he pointed to the dress you had been looking at, “it really would look good on you”
    • “Only if you’ll make time to actually see me in it”
    • “You are my number one priority from now on. I’ll tell you that 100 times over dinner tonight.”

◉ Zen 

  • You had to leave him
  • He was getting so caught up in work that it was like you never existed
  • He read fan mail more than he talked to you some nights
  • It hurt that you had drifted like this
  • You just told him you needed some time apart 
  • And he was seemingly too busy to drop what he was doing and try to convince you otherwise
  • Every time you passed a magazine with his face on it or saw something about him on the internet it made your heart hurt
  • You wondered how he was doing and if he missed you
  • But your life had to go on
  • You were going to a new musical that just opened up
  • One that, thankfully, Zen wasn’t in
  • You were a little chilly waiting outside for the show to start
  • Out of nowhere a jacket was draped over your shoulders
    • “What the-”
  • You turned around to see Zen
    • “You looked a little cold,” he grinned
    • “What are you doing here?” your heart skipped a beat
    • “I came to watch, I have some friends in the cast. What about you?”
    • “I was meeting someone.” you replied
  • You could see his face fall flat
    • “Oh…date?” he looked sad
    • “No, a friend, actually. But she apparently got sick and has bailed on me last minute.”
  • He perked up a little at that
    • “So…is there anyone you’ve been seeing?”
    • “No,” you laughed, “what about you Mr. Big Time Star?” you poked his chest
  • He grabbed your hand and held it in his own, looking at you directly in your eyes
    • “No. Of course not. You’re the only thing I’ve been thinking of since you left.”
  • He kissed your hand
    • “Well, then. Allow me to escort my lady to the show. I can’t have you sitting by yourself. Who knows who might try and approach you…”
  • You went back to his place afterwards

◉ Saeyoung

  • He started to push you away again
  • You wanted so badly to stay and help him work through his emotions but he just wouldn’t open up to you
  • He was barely sleeping and started to avoid you
  • You felt like you had no other choice
  • You could tell he was hurting when you left
  • But what more could you do?
  • It was eerie not talking to him anymore
  • Not seeing his smiling face around
  • Weeks and months went by with no word
  • You were really worried about him
  • One late night you went on a chip run to the convenience store
  • One bag of Honey Buddha left!
  • As you grabbed for the bag a hand reached over your shoulder to grab at the same time
  • A familiar jacket on the arm
  • You snatched the bag and turned around
  • Your heart was racing
    • “Saeyoung?”
    • “You got my chips,” he huffed
  • It made you laugh to see him pout
    • “You mean my chips? Seeing as I got them first.”
  • He put his hands out to signal he wanted to play you for them
  • It was your usual way of settling qualms
  • It was like you had never broken up at all
  • Like the months had just been a bad dream and here you were fighting over chips
    • “Alright then,” you nodded
    • “ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS” you said in unison
  • Saeyoung slapped his head when you won
    • “Have fun with your Lays!” you snickered from the cash register
  • He followed you out of the store and into the dark
  • He was just
  • Following you
  • You felt a tug at your arm
    • “How about round two?” he was looming over you seriously
    • “Of rock-paper-scissors?” you clutched the chip bag
    • “No. Of us.”
  • He pressed his lips into yours
  • You dropped the bag of chips

◉ V

  • You found a photo of Rika in the closet inside an old box
  • You admit now that you may have gone overboard
  • It started with a small argument
  • And eventually you left
  • You knew he cared for you
  • But you needed time to sort out your feelings
  • You were grabbing some coffee from a cafe you enjoyed
    • “Double-shot mocha!” the barista called out
  • However another person grabbed for the cup at the same time and ended up with your hand
    • “Oh, I’m so sorry! I guess we ordered the same drink,” V smiled
    • “V?” you said rather too excitedly
  • He couldn’t see but recognized your voice
    • “What are the odds?” he chuckled in that melodic way of his
    • “I didn’t know you still came here?”
    • “I can’t stop after you showed me this place. It…reminds me of you,” he smiled
  • You were glad he couldn’t see how much you blushed
  • Seeing him now made you understand how much you missed him and how stupid this whole mess was
    • “V…I-I’ve been meaning to-”
    • “Are you hungry?” he cut you off
    • “Um..yeah. Yes! I am.” you smiled
    • “It’s not much but I can manage my way around the fridge enough to make a sandwich. Shall we take our coffees back to the apartment?”
  • You almost skipped
    • “That sounds lovely, actually.”
  • He reached out to feel your arm, snaking his hand down until he found your own and grabbed it

◉ Saeran

  • Saeran was hard for you to read
  • Sometimes he was so distant that you didn’t even know if he liked you
  • You knew he had trouble sorting out his emotions…
  • But the pain on your heart at giving affection to someone you were beginning to wonder hated your guts, was pretty taxing
    • “If that’s what you want…”
  • It was his cold response to your mention of a break
  • You thought you saw the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes
  • But he didn’t say anything else
  • Just looked away and shrugged it off
  • You tried to continue life as usual
  • And at night you fidgeted with the necklace he gave you
  • It was one of the only keepsake you had from him and although it had been months, you never took it off
  • You wondered if he even gave you a second thought
  • That hurt the most
  • You waved goodbye to your friends after a late movie
  • It was a nice night and you just enjoyed walking alone
  • Three people approached you as you attempted to pass them on your way home
    • “Hey, pretty lady…you’ll be coming with us now.”
  • You clutched your purse, trying to decide whether you could outrun the,
    • “Touch her, and you little shits are dead”
  • You turned around to see Saeran
  • One look from him had them running
  • You stood there in shock staring at him
    • “What kind of idiot walks alone in the dark like this,” he scolded you as he walked up
    • “W-Well…I-”
    • “You’re lucky I was watching you.”
    • “You were…watching me?” you said, puzzled
  • He stood over you now
    • “I’m always watching you,” he admitted, “and I’ll always be there to protect you.”
  • You couldn’t help but cry a little bit
  • “He did care…”
    • “Hey-hey, cut that out.”
  • He wiped your cheeks
  • Kissing your forehead before pulling you into an embrace
Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?

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Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x

anonymous asked:

hey I don't know if you're taking prompts atm, but if you are could you please write some more nb!alex college au, I love them so much and your writings make me so happy!

(A follow-up to this story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160089660369/pleasee-write-nbalex-in-college-like-could-they )

“Wanna get outta here?” Maggie asks, chuckling at Alex’s banter with their roommate, but also wanting the full attention of this adorable enby.

And it terrifies her.

Her desire.

Her question.

Terrifies her because the only people she’s kissed have been girls in high school who took her underneath the bleachers to make out, only to tell their boyfriends later that she took advantage of them.

Terrifies her because of Eliza Wilke.

Terrifies her because of her father.

But she’s away, now.

Away, for the first time.

And Alex Danvers? This kid hanging out of their window, undercut and tank top and sleeveless vest and and flattened chest and baggy shorts all but screaming their queerness? Their braveness? 

Maybe Alex Danvers won’t punish her for her desires.

But at her question, Alex almost topples out of their dorm room window.

Maggie catches them by their stomach, and they both pause at the contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so – “

“No, no, it’s… it’s just funny, right? Because usually when someone says ‘you wanna get outta here,’ they mean go home or something, but I am home, so you don’t mean go home, right, you mean go away from my home instead of to it, and it’s just…” 

Alex putters like they’ve run out of fuel, and they shrug awkwardly. Adorably. 

Maggie’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, and she chastizes herself harshly. She barely knows Alex.

Doesn’t know them at all.

But their rambling is awkward, and it’s earnest, and earnesty isn’t something Maggie comes across a lot.

“Just what, Danvers?” she helps them out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s just funny,” Alex finishes, starting to blush, and Maggie hears Lucy sighing dramatically at Alex’s lack of chill inside the dorm.

Maggie gulps and she lowers her eyes to Alex’s lips and she looks away as soon as she realizes she’s done it.

“Your room isn’t the only home on this campus,” Maggie says, her voice low, her voice hopeful.

Alex nearly falls again, and Maggie grabs them again.

Alex opens and closes their mouth helplessly.

“But for now, wanna take a walk?” Maggie grins, hopping down from the window and retrieving her backpack and motorcycle helmet from the ground.

Alex takes nearly a full thirty seconds to stammer a yes, and somehow their rambling makes them more attractive to Maggie. More unassuming. More… earnest. More honest. More genuine.

“Uh – yes, just – uh, can you come around the front entrance? I’m sorry, I – “

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. Meet you in a minute. Um – nice to meet you, Lucy!” Maggie raises her voice at the end.

“Have them home by midnight, Sawyer! It’s not a huge campus, I can easily find out where you live!”

“Yes ma’am!” Maggie offers a mock salute. Even though she knows Lucy can’t see her from inside, she knows Alex can, and Alex laughs.

She decides she wants to make Alex laugh as much as she can.

“See you on the other side,” she offers up to Alex, and they nod as they scramble backwards off their windowsill, nearly falling in. 

Maggie chuckles to herself once she listens to make sure Alex is okay. She slings her bag over her shoulder and sets off at a jog toward the main entrance of Alex’s dorm.

It takes Alex more than a minute or two to get there.

It occurs to Maggie that they might not come.

That Maggie asking if they wanted to go somewhere – to get outta here – might have been rude to Lucy. Might have been a turn off to Alex.

Because why would someone that attractive want to go anywhere with Maggie anyway? Why would someone that soft want to have anything to do with Maggie, anyway? 

Maybe Alex had only said she could come up and sit on their window to be polite.

They seemed like they were a polite person.

Politeness was good. Nice. 

Good and nice didn’t deserve Maggie Sawyer.

How could she have been so stupid? So overconfident? How could she have been so – 

“Maggie.”

Her stomach backflips at the slightly breathless sound of Alex’s voice, and she turns.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” is the first thing she says, because she couldn’t really tell when they were sitting on the windowsill together. It’s the first thing she says because the shock of Alex actually standing there in front of her, eager and ready to head out… wherever… is so unbelievable.

Alex grins and straightens, puffing out their chest slightly.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to actually respond to that, it was a stupid comment.”

“No! It wasn’t stupid, I… um… I’m sorry I made you wait. I’m uh…” They glance around and take a deep breath, but Maggie had used their pronouns without hesitation and without any reluctance, and she still wanted to go out with them – go out? were they going out? did this count as going out? – and it feels so good to still, maybe, be wanted, and they want to talk, to share, so badly… “I’m not used to my uh… to my binder yet, it’s uh… I’m still not used to things like uh… hopping out of windows and stuff.”

Maggie grins and nods, giving Alex another once-over with her eyes. “Well, it’s good self-care: you’re not supposed to be all breathless with them on anyway, right?”

“Gonna be hard to be around you while I wear it then,” Alex blurts out softly without thinking, without considering, and Maggie’s breath hitches, and Alex’s face flushes.

“I’m sorry, that was forward, I just meant – “

“No. No, Danvers, I…” She realizes there are tears in her eyes and she’s not quite sure why. She clears her throat and she forces down a gulp. “Where do you wanna go? On campus, off? There’s this pizza joint a few blocks off the SU that I like. Do you like pizza?”

“Isn’t it kinda the law?” Alex chuckles, and starts walking. 

Maggie falls into step, and after a quiet moment, Alex offers their arm out for Maggie to hold onto.

“Oh, a gentlehuman,” Maggie laughs, accepting their arm. She looks up at Alex with soft eyes. “Is there a word you prefer? Something less gendered, more?”

“Context,” Alex shrugs. “Right now?” They glance down at Maggie, at her leather jacket and tight jeans and gorgeous, gorgeous hair. “Gentleman would be just fine. I mean, unless you… you’ve only dated girls before? Not that this is a date, I mean – “

“It’s not?” Something’s dancing in Maggie’s eyes, something a lot like that confidence she’d had in her walk when she’d first gotten off her bike. But this is less affected, less defensive. This? This is happiness. This is hope.

“Is it? I mean, do you want it to be? If – I mean, I know it’s not how dates typically happen – “

“What, you mean sitting with a girl on your windowsill, getting egged on by your roommate, and then taking the girl on a walk to a pizza place off campus? That’s not your typical MO, Danvers?”

Alex laughs, and Maggie grins.

“I don’t have an… I mean, I don’t usually – we just met, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…” 

“To what?”

Alex shrugs, stiffening as a group of frat boys laughs their way past them. They glance down at Maggie, whose face is suddenly steel, and Alex decides they like her even more than they already did. They put their arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to their body protectively.

The boys pass, and Alex shifts their arm, unsure of what to do.

“Is that okay?”

Maggie nods with a tight throat and a throbbing heart. Alex keeps their arm around her shoulder.

“You said you’re new here. New to cities. I told you I’d look out for you. I don’t want you to… to think I want anything in return.”

“Except maybe a date,” Maggie deadpans, but she’s smiling and her dimples ease Alex’s worry.

They lapse into a surprisingly comfortable silence, taking in the campus, taking in the football game on one side of the quad, the class being held outside on the other.

“Why would you want to?” Maggie asks after a while.

“Want to what?”

“Look out for me.”

Alex shrugs again. “You don’t seem like you need it. Looking out for. But everyone should have someone. It’s lonely otherwise.”

“Yes,” Maggie says after a long moment, and her tone tells Alex she’s not responding to their comment about loneliness.

“Yes what?” they ask, furrowed brow and nervous heart.

“Yes, this is a date, Danvers,” Maggie grins, and Alex can practically hear Lucy whooping from all the way across campus, can practically hear Kara’s excited squeals when they call her later tonight.

And all these things?

Make them feel like they’re flying.

“I caught myself crying in the car today, and I don’t ever do that; I don’t ever cry over boys, but I cried because of you. Maybe I realized that I lost you, or that I never had you and I was just fooling myself. Maybe you have some better things waiting for you and I just didn’t fall between those lines. But whatever it is, I realized how much I want this, and how much I want you.

And the funny part is, I was so very hesitant to even spend a second alone with you because I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, I could fall for you, and you should know that in the beginning I really didn’t want to. I was fighting so hard to make myself seem so closed off and so distant from you that even when you first kissed me, I walked away muttering to myself, “oh shit.” Because I knew, I knew what came next and I didn’t know if whether or not I was ready for that.

So congratulations you did it, you got me to fall for you. You have me right at your fingertips, holding on to whatever it is that I can get from you, because at least it’s something right? And I’m screaming and cursing your name over here but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ll never be able to hold you like I did before. I don’t do this, I don’t fall in love.”

And I say this to myself as I wipe my tears away, scarf down some water to breathe again, and drive to a place of distractions that keep me from thinking about you. You know I never really understood when people said ‘right person, wrong time,’ until now; and I never understood just how badly one person could suffocate you, leaving you to drown in your own tears, until now.

—  c.f. // “I don’t think he understands what he did to me”
The Stolen Throne in 15 minutes

I wrote this parody back in 2010 and it would be a shame if Livejournal dies with this mocking post, so have a re-post here on tumblr. I actually love Stolen Throne, but it’s not going to win a Nobel prize, that’s for damn sure.  


REBEL QUEEN: *is slain *

MARIC, a Level 1 Prince: OH NOES! I can barely hold a sword and now I’m all alone on the run from the usurper! HELP! HELP!

LOGHAIN, a Level 56 Warrior, several miles away: I have a really bad feeling about this shit.

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don't be a fool

a/n: this wasn’t requested, but I hope you enjoy!

— word count: 1,184
— warnings: swearing

You walk into the dimly lit restaurant, Shawn leading in front of you as he holds your hand. He stops at a booth in the back, moving you in front to slide in before sliding in across from you. Your back is to the rest of the restaurant and you look at Shawn, resting your chin in your palm.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says softly.

“Do I not look beautiful every night?” You raise an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I was joking. It’s okay, Shawn.” You gently tap your fingertips against the table.

Shawn seems extremely nervous tonight and you’re trying to figure out what’s up with him without asking directly, but you just can’t. You drop your other hand onto the table and tilt your head slightly.

“Okay, what is up with you tonight?” You ask.

Your words make Shawn actually look at you for the first time tonight and his leg starts bouncing at a faster pace.

“What?” He asks, sounding like you had just accused him of murder.

“You’re acting really strange and I just want to know what’s wrong with you.” You furrow your brows, only becoming more confused.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, obviously something is wrong. Otherwise you would actually make eye contact with your girlfriend on one of the few nights you get alone with her.”

“Can you just fucking drop it? Obviously you’re the one with the problem.” He says a little too loud, making a few heads turn in your direction.

“What the hell, Shawn? Where did that come from?” You whisper, leaning closer so you don’t have to talk as loud.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters.

The majority of the meal was quiet until Shawn spoke out of nowhere.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He says, finally looking at you.

“What?” You ask furrowing your brows.

“Us, (y/n). I can’t do it anymore.”

“Where the fuck is this coming from, Shawn?” You ask, your heart breaking, hoping that this was just a cruel joke.

“I’m always on the move. We barely get anytime together anymore. Just, don’t be a fool and wait for me. It’s only going to hurt you even more.” He says twiddling with the napkin in his lap.

“Shawn…you don’t mean that.” You say, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I do.” He says, tears of his own welling up in his eyes.

You stare at him, almost in shock. You thought everything was fine until tonight. Apparently it was one sided.

“Shawn…” You said breathily. It was all you could get out at the moment.

“Look, I really like you. I really do. I just can’t keep hurting you every time I leave.” He says reaching for your hand.

You draw it back, looking at him like he had burned you.

“Yeah, well it looks like I was already a fool to fall for you.” You bite, sliding out of the booth.

You quickly walk out of the restaurant, Shawn following close behind you.

“(Y/n)…wait.” He says as he grabs your arm.

You turn to face him anger boils up inside of you.

“Why did you come out here, Shawn? You already said that you don’t want to be with me anymore. You made that clear.” You say, jerking your arm away from him.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh, so there was a nice way to tell me that all of a sudden you just don’t want to be with me anymore?” You furrow your eyebrows.

He opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t say anything. You scoff and roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Fuck off, Shawn.” You say walking away.

“(Y/n)…(y/n). Dammit.” He jogs after you.

“Why won’t you just give up!? It’s not like you’re fighting for our relationship anymore!” You shout.

He stares at you, “That doesn’t mean I want this to end badly. I didn’t mean to just say it like that.”

“So, you planned it out? You were gonna take me out to one last dinner and then break it off? Like I was a lamb being led to the slaughter.” You raise an eyebrow.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, (y/n). We can still talk. Be friends.”

“I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Shawn.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes and you immediately regret your choice of words.

“So this is how it’s gonna be?” He asks, looking down.

“I guess so.” You cross your arms.

“Can I just say something real quick?” He looks up at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure. Why not?” You say quietly.

“I really like you. I really really do. I just don’t want to see you hurt every time I leave. The separation sucks. I miss you all the time and it really puts a strain on our relationship. I won’t lie, there have been times when I have doubted us and then you do something that reels me back in and I fall in love with you all over again.” He says, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“I guess I lost my magic touch.” You say, new tears falling down your cheeks.

He chuckles sadly, wiping your tears, “Or I lost mine.”

You lean into his touch, never wanting him to walk away. He kisses the top of your head, holding you to his chest for a moment before stepping back.

“Goodbye.”

“So, that’s it, then?” You ask.

It’s almost like you want a fight, just so you have a reason to be around him for longer.

He shrugs, “I guess so. Just don’t be a fool, okay?”

“Don’t be a fool?” You ask bitterly, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.”

“Obviously you meant something by it.”

“Are you trying to start a fight or something?”

“Yeah, actually I am. I just want to make sure we get everything out in the open.” You say angrily.

“There’s nothing else to say, (y/n).” Shawn raises his voice.

“Okay. Fine. I just want to say-“

“I don’t have the energy for this.” He cuts you off

“Stop. You got to to say something, now I get to.” You start, “I just want to say that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fell in love with you all over again every time I saw you and I really thought that we had something good. I see now, very clearly, that it was one sided. I wish you luck with your career and I hope it goes well for you. Goodbye, Shawn.” With that, you walk away, leaving Shawn alone in the parking lot.

You turned around to see Shawn walking back inside. He went back to the table and began scribbling words down into a napkin. You knew there was a song coming. You just hoped it didn’t make you look too bad, but you knew it was going to be a huge success. After all, it was Shawn who was writing it.

okay, it took me a while to write everything down, but here are my thoughts and reactions to the last 19 days chapter!! (an alternative title for this could be ‘how to make people regret asking about your thoughts’)

anyway, it’s been pretty hard for me to put some order to my thoughts, because im just!!!!!!! so in love with this chapter!!!!!!!! it’s been a whole day and im still such a mess, there are noises coming out of my mouth but they’re not human, and i can’t find the right words to express how i feel because this update wAS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART

i think this might be my favorite tianshan chapter, tho it’s a very close tie with chapter 185, and im afraid i’ve been kinda all over the place, but hopefully it makes sense!! (putting this under a cut because it’s really long and there are some pictures)

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anonymous asked:

I love Tangled too and I was wondering why it's your favorite?

I was nearly finished writing this but then accidentally refreshed the page and I had to start all over again, but I need to get this out. It might feel a little rushed but I wrote this down before and I wanted to keep it shorter this time.

- Eugene and Rapunzel are both amazing characters. Eugene is one of my favorite Disney characters ever, with his charm and funny personality, yet his backstory touches me every time. The way he deals with it really played with the ‘what’s good and bad’ question, and his development is amazing. 
It’s difficult for me to love or even accept a female lead in any movie or series because they get portrayed badly most of the time, but I absolutely love Rapunzel. She’s a little clumsy and too excited about everything, but yet badass and cute and gets things done. Bless her. 

- Maximus and Pascal are the best sidekicks. I love the relationship and development between Maximus and Eugene, and Pascal is all the sassy cuteness you need in this movie. 

- One of the most quotable movies ever. I feel like there’s a quote for everything and I use them all the time.

- Onto an important part. Mother Gothel is the best Disney villain because she is so painfully realistic. As someone with a toxic/mentally abusive/narcissistic mom, I recognize a lot of the things she says and the way she acts- how she tries to look good and protecting while in fact all she does is abuse her power to get what she wants. Now I can elaborate on this but it’s pretty simple. Disney shows how mothers can be, and Mother Gothel says many things that are very realistic as to what toxic mothers say in real life. Especially Mother Knows Best Reprise is very good in this (which, by the way, is one of the best villain songs Disney ever made ngl).

Originally posted by crxwnxfthxrns

- Another thing, Disney shows that saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t have to mean it’s true. It’s something people with toxic parents struggle a lot with. Mother Gothel seems to take good care of Rapunzel and wanting to protect her, as if Rapunzel should be grateful. Rapunzel actually sings about this.This song means way more than the fact she can’t get out of the tower. It’s pointing at the manipulation again. Mother Gothel has always said she loved Rapunzel and always made it look like she did, like she was the good one It leaves Rapunzel with guilt which is shown at the end when Mother Gothel falls and Rapunzel still tries to save her- despite her knowing that she’s been bad all the time. 

- Next to this, they also quickly discuss the thought of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ during I’ve Got A Dream. Again a masterful work of music and a great thought behind it. Eugene’s part is so good as well- most of the time, ‘wanting money’ is something evil, but it’s not this time. I’m really glad this is included. 

- Most of the times with Disney movies, there’s one or a few songs I don’t like. I love all the songs in Tangled, got nothing else to say about that. They’re just terrific.

- I got to mention, the aesthetics of this movie. Don’t tell me those lanterns aren’t beautiful to you. Everything about this movie, the colors, the scenery, the music, the sounds, the vibes, the animations… it’s all so pleasing and I can’t get enough. 

Originally posted by kxxkus

Please tell me if there’s something I haven’t covered enough yet. I could talk about this movie for hours but I should really go to sleep now. 

six words

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary:  Six words, exactly a year ago, had changed your life and now six words were changing your life again.

Genre: Angst

Author’s Note: Firstly, I don’t know why I am doing this, whether this is a one shot or if I want to continue with it, but here it is anyway. Secondly, @greasygyeom started doing playlists with her work, and while I love the idea I suck at making playlist...However, this entire fic was inspired by songs, so I only figured it was right to borrow Greasy’s idea for a playlist. 

Playlist: l o s i n g  p e t u n i a s

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anonymous asked:

MY IDOL MAYRA , so i was wondering how would you feel about writing a jealous!sonic which leads into feelings being revealed;);) ((so au ! I know but i can't resist)) if you don't mind ofc, have an amazing day ur da coolest 😎😎

ofc? Out of character? I’m quite a stickler for character, but I try and find plausible ways the characters can stay true to themselves and also develop where AU’s can be possible. I think I can make this plausible, leading it into some deep AU (aka shipping crap xD) but I’ll do my best to keep everyone in character until that AU transition is over :) Sound good? lol

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“I could, take you home, if you want?”

This boy had been flirting with Amy the whole adventure, and she had tried to be polite and just laugh it off like she didn’t realize it, but over time she began to get shyly embarrassed by it.

What made it worse was Sonic was RIGHT THERE and didn’t DO ANYTHING to stop it!

She was furious that he was so close, and yet, let this creep keep trying!

“Ehem, um… well…” she scooting more towards Sonic, having his arms folded, looking away and up at the sky.

He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but what Amy didn’t know was that him being so close to keep the guy in line…

He had tried to convince the dude, indirectly, so to speak… that Amy only loved him and him alone, and no one could change her mind.

“Well… that’s probably because she’s never known real love before.”

That pompous statement sent a fire through his veins like he never knew before, and ever since then, he hasn’t let the guy be alone with Amy.

That creep wasn’t going to lay a HAND on her if he had anything to say about it.

However… just like, Amy, Sonic was also misreading her reactions too.

Her shy getaway act and not answering him directly made him nervous… he wondered if Amy really was being wooed by this confident… freak-a-zoid!

He needed him due to him being the only one who knew the exact location of the hidden village with the new mineral ore that Eggman was using to make his latest machines.

Apparently, being the only one who escaped, he was able to find Sonic and the team to tell them his people were being enslaved by Eggman to mine in the ore for him, having his robots supervise them as a threat to not step out of line.

Amy looked up to Sonic, but he interpreted that as her thinking, not so much her indirect, plea in body language to say, “HELP ME.”

He looked away, worried that she might actually go with someone who seemed to like her over himself…

He looked down.

Amy misread that as he was letting her go, and her heart nearly broke at his expression.

His eyes scanned the ground, before he gave a cold look to the boy across from him.

‘…I can’t just let him take her! Can I..?’ His heart was hurting, pretty badly actually, that he was just letting this all happen.

He bore his teeth and looked away again, turning his head slightly back to the ground.

‘It’s Amy’s life… it’s her decision.. I … I shouldn’t interfere.’

He was about to turn completely away, leave Amy to make the decision for herself, as he tightened his selfish fists to try and not make a dash at the dude, knock him out, and whisk Amy away.

‘What is this!? What’s happening to me!? I’m so mad! I could just..!’ he lifted his fists up, about to take a step away, as he faced Amy with his back.

She truly thought he was shunning her away, leaving her to this guy’s awkward flirting.

But why?

‘Sonic would never be this cruel…’ she thought to herself, her arms outstretched to him weakly,… as if not knowing if it was okay to ask for help or even for him to stay…

She felt more comfortable that she wasn’t alone with this guy… but if Sonic left.

‘I’ve never felt so selfish in my life!’ Sonic almost felt his jaw and head ache from the force he was pushing onto his teeth.

‘I want her to not like him. I want her to stay with me. By me. Beside me… Ahhh! I can’t just let her fall for another dude!’

He swiped his head a moment, back and forth, but Amy took that as he was telling her not to resist, or not to come any closer.

In desperation… she leaped.

Sonic’s eyes shot open and widened, leaning his head slowly up as he felt her arms around his waist, gripping his stomach as she trembled, her head ducked down and bent with tears.

Sonic…

He doesn’t really recollect what happened to him after that.

All of a sudden, like instinct, he pulled her close and pushed in front of her, holding her like the most precious possession in the world, and glaring at the dude.

“She’s got a ride.” he scooped her up, not even thinking as he spoke, and walked away. “Always.”

The guy blinked, not sure what all that indirect communication was about.

“Uhh…uhh… okay?”

He seemed to realize that Amy wouldn’t ever go for him, and sighed, letting the two escape.

Amy was so taken aback, not only did he respond quickly and even held her so close that her heart raced at the how protectively he had stated those words…

But it almost felt like…

Like…

She was his.

 “Sonic..?” She looked up at him, grateful but concerned as his hands were slightly hurting her.

For some reason… his tight grip was comforting though, but his face was fierce, making her panic a moment that maybe he was mad at her actions.

She stifled a quivering sound from her lips, something like a gasp and to say more, but dared not too.

‘What’s going on? It’s like I physically can feel that I almost lost her something.’ Sonic was so consumed in his confusion inside his thoughts, he failed to notice how worried-stricken Amy looked.

‘All I could think of was if that guy even dared opposed me, I would have knocked his head straight to the ground… I’ve never felt like that before. Amy’s not… she’s not something I… or anyone can possess! So… so why do I care so much that she’s in my arms? Not his?’

He shook his head, it still hurt from how he pressed down on his jaw so hard, before finally seeing Amy’s expression.

He stopped, worry at terrifying her crept into his being.

“Are you alright?” it was unthought of, just impulse again.

He barely hesitated as she nodded, before speaking again.

“I don’t want you speaking with him again.”

Amy had never seen him so… so demanding.

He was usually so calm under pressure, very cocky about everything.

What on earth was going on inside his head?

“Sonic… are you okay?” she lifted a hand up to his face, which he quickly glanced at, growing shy and turning away.

“Why…” she flinched her hand away, hurt by his response, still not understanding.

“Why are you pulling away from me?”

‘Away?’

Sonic turned back.

“This whole time… I’ve been pulling towards you.”

When he realized his thought had come out without his conscious knowledge of it, he flickered his eyes in blinks of surprise.

“Crap! You weren’t suppose to hear that..” he turned away, still not having any control over his mouth.

“S…Son..” Amy’s breath was fully taken from her lungs. She was so shocked, but hope filled her heart and had her awing this new side of Sonic she had never seen before.

His feet fidgeted.

A new feeling now rocked his knees… threatening to freeze up.

“Uh oh.” Sonic looked down, seeing the effects and quickly running to try and loosen them.

“Sonic?”

He gritted his teeth again, this was so awkward, but at the same time…

“Why did you not tell him off?”

It came out a little harsh…

“What?” she looked amazed.

He kept running, bending his head down now in rage, not realizing what she was conveying in her behavior to him…

They both were misinterpreting the other… leading to some confusing actions and responses.

“Sonic…” she arched her eyelids back, realizing what this meant.

Was he… worried about her?

“I… I would never trust anyone but you!” she blurted out, leaning up in his arms and gaining enough courage to wrap her arms around his neck when the wind picked up.

Then she noticed it wasn’t the wind…

Her eyes blinked more open from squinting against the wind to realize he was running faster.

He had to let his anger out somehow.

‘No other!? Then tell him to buzz off! Pfft, I don’t believe that.’ Sonic grew aggressive, before his hands gripped her tighter.

“Ah.” she felt the pain a moment before he looked down and seemed shaken by her cry of slight pain.

He pushed his feet down to a halt, and set her down, but his hands only momentarily hovered at her sides.

“I’m sorry… Amy, I-” he looked away, ashamed he couldn’t control his emotions.

“AUGH!” he finally emoted.

He gripped his hands to his head and walked away, turning from her again as he reeled his head back, “What’s wrong with me!? I can’t think straight. I’m so… so mad!!!”

“He couldn’t take a hint.” Amy tried to calm Sonic down, but was afraid of this new response in him she hadn’t seen before.

She gripped her sides, holding herself, not sure how to address this.

“Hey!” she called out, worried. “Don’t … don’t turn away from me again. It feels like your shutting me off or out of your life!”

He froze then.

Suddenly realization made him move his hands from his head, and straighten out.

Turning… away… made her think he was closing her out from him?

That simple communication made him turn around, a part of his confusion cleared.

“Turn you away..?” he looked tenderly to her, and staggered on his feet, still feeling the weakness in his knees…

“Amy…” he spoke so gently then, so full of something Amy had never heard out of his voice before, and made her full attention turn to him in the fading day.

“…All I’ve been doing is trying to get you to run into my arms… so that I can protect you.” he felt this wasn’t something he would natural say, but something was pumping through his veins, adrenaline?

“All this time, I’ve hated that guy!” He threw a fist up, showing his true feelings, communicating for once in his life against his own better judgement, unable to keep it back any longer…

“The way he looks at you, flirts with you… it’s like he thinks he’s good enough to own you! You aren’t anyone’s to claim, Amy! You’re not!” He shook his head, frustration and desire to keep her all to himself creeping in on his being.

He couldn’t shake it off, he felt embarrassed now, he didn’t want to say anymore as he trembled with pent-up aggression.

“Sonic… I am owned to something…” she stepped forward, putting her hands together, “I… My heart’s always been yours to keep… Sonic.” she thought he knew that by now.

Sonic’s head slowly rose, more surprise hit him than anger.

He looked at her almost dumbfounded.

“…Come again?” he spoke lightly, in disbelief.

“I may not know a lot about… love or affection but-” she looked away, saddened by that fact of inexperience, but placed both hands on his face.

“But with all my heart, Sonic… I know I love you.”

It was the first time those words had graced Sonic’s ears.

It ringed for a moment. A beautiful bell in a drum consumed world.

He felt his whole being relax and almost fall into her touch, being comforted against his will was weird and terrifying, but in that moment, he wasn’t able to think straight.

He just let himself stare at her, and in a new light, see how beautiful having her around him really was.

His heart beat off course, his body felt limp, all the things that should have put him into an awkward panic felt…. natural for him, all of a sudden.

The air stilled uncomfortably, but in the warmth her hands gave, he still felt peace.

‘This isn’t right.’

Sonic moved away, snapping out of his strange entrancement and moving away, looking left and right at the ground.

“I’m…” he looked so vulnerable up to her.

She was going to misinterpret this again.

She scanned each of his eyes, seeing his confusion and fear.

“Sonic… I… Didn’t you know?” She felt confused too.

“It’s not that… it’s…” he waved his hands out, showing her he’s always known about her crush on him… as silly as it was, he never minded it all that much…

It was was he was feeling… his body telling him things he didn’t understand… his reaction that was unconsciously being done was what was spooking him.

“I can’t…” he gripped his chest, where his heart was beating irregularly for him. “I can’t understand what I’m feeling.”

Admitting this almost gave a flood of relief over him.

He had never been able to talk this much about his feelings before, but now, with Amy.. almost having that threat of someone take her away from him had left him unable to fully control himself.

“,,,What do you feel?” Amy was amazed by his response, but wanted to take it a step further.

As she stepped forward, his fear peaked again, and he held a hand out, walking back.

“N-no…wait a second…”

She paused.

‘…I’ve been waiting too long for this!!!’

Amy ran as fast as she could.

“SOONIICCC!!”

His eyes widened for the third time as she tackled into him, causing them to hit the ground before her head never came up.

He still squirmed, out of habit, but when Amy didn’t respond, he stopped and froze a moment, before looking down at her.

“…No more games, Sonic.” she was twitching, her eyes being forced shut and her arms gripping his body to hers.

“Just tell me… say that you love me.”

The words echoed in Sonic’s subconscious, but his thoughts were mostly on how he was ever gonna get out of his awkward fiasco.

Just say it.

Just say you love her.

You’ll keep her with you.

No one will be able to take her away from you.

‘I won’t allow it.’

Sonic narrowed his eyes, for once, understanding what he wanted and what his… no, it had to be.

What his heart had been trying to tell him for years.

He held her back, slowly letting the force be strong enough to show intent but not harmful like he accidentally had let slip before.

He ducked his head down, then back, chest feeling gripped as he couldn’t get the words out right.

Every part of him screamed!

He had to say it! Now was the only time he had left TO say it.

If he didn’t … he knew he would never let it get this… this bad or desperate again.

He would never allow himself to say it after today… or night? It was growing strangely dark, how long have they been out here?

He looked back on the falling sun, then up as if his gasps for air pained him, his chest still quivering and something warm in his stomach or bowls.

He crunched slightly, as if trying to stop this sensation.

As all this happened, she remained silent.

“…I.. Gosh darn it, Amy! I-!” he bit down on the words, as if he didn’t want to say them, but he knew he had too.

“I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!”

Her head jerked slightly up, but her eyes were hidden in shadows.

“I’ve always wanted to protect you, ever since I first met you, I’ve felt strangely drawn to wanting to be by your side! In your favor! I’ve always thought it a nuisance, never you! Just the desire to help you! Make you smile! Laugh! It’s all been so.. .so frustrating! After all this time, I don’t want anyone calling you ‘pretty’ or ‘there’s! I can’t stand it! You’re not there’s! You’ve always been my responsibly! Even if I didn’t want it, you were still there! I had to protect you! I had to keep you safe! I had to keep you, Amy… I … I …” he had kicked, squirmed, as if fighting each word coming out… until he finally lost, and slight tears formed so faintly that they dried up in an instant as he closed his eyes.

He gasped in his tantrum, the words he never let fall from his lips before.

“I hate that I love you so much… that I can’t let you go.”

“I can’t let you be free.”

“It’s the most selfish thought I’ve ever had…”

“To ever tell you ….”

“To tell you that I would marry you.”

“Just not now.”

“Not while I’m still running.”

“But you waited for me…”

“You never gave up.”

“I think that’s what I’ve admired the most Amy.”

“You waited till I had everything to give, and not enough strength to hold it back anymore.”

He felt something wet and looked down, seeing Amy’s tears as her eyes shook with unparalleled emotion.

“…Ah, geez.” he threw his head back again, letting the feeling of piercing the cold ground with the impact of his quills distract momentarily from how weak he truly felt, how vulnerable in that moment he was to her.

“I can’t stand that I love you.”

“Sonic…”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Sonic, please…”

She reached up for him to look at her, placing her hands to his face.

“Call it destiny… or fate. But Amy. You had me at my name.”

He looked up at her, seeming to have been forced to say it all by his own heart and body tag-teaming it, but also looking like he faced his greatest fear and was so done with fighting it anymore.

He had drooped, almost unfeeling eyes then, as he spoke one last thing to her.

“Are you gonna kiss me now or what?”

Amy was so amazed that she laughed, offending him.

“Hey! What gives?! I pledge my loyalty and love and you laugh!? LAUGH!? Great, I’m hopelessly, and fiercely in love with a cynical woman.”

She shook her head, covering her mouth in her shock.

“Sonic..!”

“Go on. Say it. I told you so.” he turned his head, as if dramatic.

“I know you. You’ll plan the wedding arrangements. No matter how much I’ll protest.”

“No, Soniicc!!”

“You’ll tell the whole world the awful, tantalizing scandal of Miss Amy Rose and the infamous Sonic The Hedgehog.”

“SONNICC!!”

“You’ll have four kids and I’ll just tag along for the fun.”

“I’M LAUGHING CAUSE I’M SO HAPPY, YOU-! OH, I LOVE YOU!” she spread her arms out wide and fell right back on top of him, kissing him over and over, all over his sad little face that showed he truly gave in to his feelings, and had to accept that fact.

She kept repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” As if that was a release for her.

He couldn’t help but get a softer face at each amazing wave or gush of warm feeling that spiraled throughout him with each kiss.

Suddenly, touch wasn’t an issue.

Suddenly, his shyness wasn’t even a thing anymore.

He… actually… liked this.

She wore out after a moment as her words became quieter, more muttery, as she realized he wasn’t pushing her away at all.

After seeing her face change, he leaned up and began letting his own declaration slip here and there… across the cheek, over the lips, passed the nose and down and up and over and across till he lost track of what the heck he was doing.

No more needs to be written, right? Self-explanatory, they’re in love, AU is a thing, and I’m going to bed. Nighty nighty!

Todoroki angst... Again

Warnings
-mentions of rape

You were walking to Shouto’s place from yours. This time, alone. You had taken a different route today. You didn’t realize where you were until you noticed a few familiar buildings, and an alleyway, that also looked awfully familiar. It was that same alley, where it had happened. That man had layed his hands on you, again and again. In that same alley he had raped and abused you. You were powerless to fight back and confused by the situation you had been dragged into. It had been a long time since then, but now the moment was playing in your head like a movie. Stuck to the same, scene. Over and over again. The fear took over just like back then and you tried to run, but your legs betrayed you. You fell, scared of the threath that was only in your mind at this moment, but very real back then. You couldn’t really breath, you were on all fours on the sidewalk, trying to catch your breath. Why did you end up walking here? Why were you suddenly so scared of something that happened ages ago? Why did the panic attack have to hit now? There were no people near, but you were so scared, so anxious. You just wanted to leave, to go somewhere else. Anywhere else.

After some time the panic attack was subsiding, and you could think clearly again. You got up and started to run, you ran all the way to the Todoroki residence and rang the doorbell. You were out of breath and propably crying. Your throat was burning and you didn’t see very well. Someone opened the door for you and you looked up. It was Endeavour. You didn’t really like him and you knew he didn’t like you either. You looked like someone had just tried to kill you. Endeavour looked at you with an expression that gave of no sympathy or worry, but disgust and disaproval. You hadn’t expected him to give a damn, but he was a hero and supposed to help people. Seemed like you were an exception.

“What the hell did you do to her!?”, you heard Shouto yell.

“Tsk. She came here looking like this.”, Endeavour grunted.

You wobbled past the gigantic man towards you boyfriend. He grabbed you and held you against him. Todoroki then started to guide you towards his room. He sat you down on the bed and ast opposite to you he then took your hands to his. He looked at you, his eyes filled with worry. What had scared you so much? Did something happen to you?

“What is it baby?”, he asked.

You couldn’t answer. You were still sobbing and you hated that he saw you like this. So weak. You weren’t supposed to be weak, ever again. Not weak like then. Not so weak someone could hurt you again emotionally or physically. You had built walls around yourself, but it was all coming crumbling down now. Only, because of one stupid route choice. It was your fault, just like back then, if you had just gone straight home from school and not go of adventuring, you would have been fine. HE had said it too, the man. That it was your fault. That it was your fault for wondering around like that. That it was your fault, because you had clothes like those. Because, you didn’t fight back. Because YOU, wanted it. All this he had said to you while forcing himself on you.

“What are you talking about? Did something happen? Hey, please talk to me. (Name) please.”, Todoroki pleaded.

Oh god, you had been talking out loud. Had he heard all of it? Had he figured it out? Was he suspecting something?

“Breath, okay? Just try to calm down and tell me what’s going on.”

You took a few shaky breathes. You continued to breath slowly for a while. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you were finally calm enough to talk.

“I’m sorry about that. I just… some old shit surfaced again and it caught me off guard pretty badly. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and…”, your voice faded.

“You can tell me. I won’t force you, but I’d like to know what’s bothering you. I want to help.”

“I… I took a different route to get here then usual. And there was a place along the way that holds some bad memories.”, you muttered.

“Can I ask what kind of bad memories?”

You wanted to tell him. You really did, but you were scared. Would he consider you disgusting, because of what had happened to you? Would he think you were making this up? No, he wasn’t that kind of a person. He was gentle and sweet and you knew he cared abou you just as much as you cared about him.

“I… I was… it was a long time ago, and, and I was walking home from school… He… this guy took me to the alley and he did things…”, you stuttered quietly.

“Did he… rape you?”, Todoroki whispered.

You just nodded. He was looking at you with so much worry and love, it hurt your heart. What did you ever do to deserve this beatiful soul? He cared so much about you, and you cared so much about him. He was sitting opposite of you on the bed. He was still holding your hands. You looked at him again and noticed that anger was shadowing his features. He was trembling a bit and squedxing your hands a bit tighter, like making sure you wouldn’t disappear. You noticed there was steam coming of off him. His quirk was activating, because of his emotions. This had happened only a few times before. It only happened when he was experiencing really intense emotions, like anger. You quickly cupped his face with your hands and pulled him a bit closer to you.

“Babe, calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay…”, you repeated.

“I’m sorry. I just… got so angry. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything, sorry.”, he said.

“No worries, you could never scare me.”, you smiled a bit.

“Do you know who it was?”, he asked.

“No I don't… he was never caught.”, you said quietly.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologicing for? Him not being caught has nothing to do with you.”

“Of course I know that, but… it must be horrible to know he is still out there. Aren’t you scared?”, he asked.

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t. It just gets to me sometimes. Like today. The overwhelming fear and the feeling that it was my fault.”

“Don’t you ever dare think that it was your fault. Don’t you dare. You never wanted something like that to happen, and the only one who is at fault for this is that asshole who dared to touch you.”

You were quiet for awhile and just looked at him.

“I’m sorry if that came of as more agressive than supporting, but I never want to see you blaming yourself for something like that. It wasn’t your fault.”, he continued.

Tha-Thanks…", you said quietly. “I guess I needed that. Sometimes it just gets to me pretty badly.”

“Oh no.”, he yelped.

“What is it?”, you asked with a confused look on your face.

“I haven’t made you feel uncomfortable with anything, right? Please tell me if I have, I don’t want to hurt you or anything like that.”, he rambled.

“Shouto, babe. You have been very sweet and gentle towards me. And believe me, you would know if you had made me uncomfortable or hurt me.”, you tried to calm him.

“Good, good. I… I just never want to be even remotely like my father. I never want to hurt the people I love.”

“You’ll never be like your father. You are a great, sweet man, who deserves the world and so much more.”- Then your brain register the last part of what he had said.-“Wait, wait, wait! Did you just say ‘the people I love’?”

“I did and I meant it… I love you (Name).”, he smiled gently.

“I love you too Shouto.”, you smiled, with tears threathening to fall.

You had just told him your darkest secret. Something that might make people to run away or leave them feeling disgusted, but not Shouto. He was still there with you, for you. Telling you he loved you for the first time and comforting you like always. This beautiful human being loved you and you loved him. You knew if he could help it, you would never get hurt again.

anonymous asked:

The last ask about the Dementors made me think, do you know about the theory that Harry was reacting that badly because it was actually the memories of the Horcrux inside of him? And that's why Harry heard his dad and his mother even if he was a baby at this time and shouldn't be able to remember anything. Because it was actually the worst moment of Voldemort's life. (Sorry I don't know how to explain it, this ask can be both for you and Harry&Draco :) )

Harry:  *considering it with wide eyes*

Draco: That’s… that’s actually a really good theory, love.

Harry: I learnt to cast a Patronus for Voldemort?!

Draco: *reluctant grin* No! It was so you’d never fall of your broom again and probably die!

Harry: It’s… it’s the only memories I have of their voices…

Draco: *immediately horrified* Love, you probably remember it yourself, like… there’s no telling how much babies can remember!

Harry: *morose* You think?

Draco: YES! They’re your parents, of course you remember them!

violetflipflops  asked:

Sooo I have no idea if you take fic requests or not, so ignore if you don't. 🙂 If you do, can I request a Drake x MC fix from the most recent chapter, in which Drake doesn't leave MC's room? I just want to hug them. 😭

Hi, @violetflipflops! I’m not sure if this will make you feel any better, but here’s my take on what would happen if Drake stayed. The whole situation with these two is just heartbreaking right now and I can’t seem to get past that. 

Not Fine

“Just…be careful, okay?”

“Wait…”

Drake pauses, gripping the doorknob tightly. Please don’t, he thinks. Don’t say anything else. It’s taking everything in him to walk out this door.

“Drake, could you…would you please stay?”

“You know I can’t,” he says quietly.

“I know, but…I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice is timid and soft.

Drake finally turns to look at her. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her stomach and he can see even from this distance that she’s trembling.

“You’re not fine, are you?”

“No,” she whispers tearfully, “No, I’m not fine. I know he probably won’t come back, that this was some misunderstanding gone horrifically wrong, but the door doesn’t lock and…”

“I’m right next door, Louisa,” he pleads. He wants to stay, but he shouldn’t, he can’t. For so many, many reasons, he needs to leave right now.

“Please, Drake…I’m just…I’m…”

She’s scared. Drake can see it clearly. She’s out of danger, but what happened here tonight has definitely shaken her and his heart breaks to see it. She’s always so bold and brave, adventurous and impetuous. All that has fallen away in light of what’s happened.

Drake sighs, “Of course, I’ll stay. I’ll take the chaise.”

Slipping his white t-shirt back on, he crosses the room. As he passes her, Louisa reaches out and grasps his hand.

“Thank you for doing this,” she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’d do anything for you, Louisa,” he says quietly, looking down at her.

“I know,” she says with a sad smile. “You can take a pillow and blanket from the bed. I’m gonna put my pajamas on.”

“Okay.”

As he settles on the chaise, he tries to ignore the fact that the pillow and blanket is infused with the scent of her. It’s gonna be a long night.

———————————————————

Louisa changes in the bathroom quickly and then slips into her bed. Her hands still tremble slightly as she pulls the heavy quilt up to her chin. She never expected something like this to happen here. She has no idea why Tariq would think she had feelings for him. She hasn’t even see him in weeks. A thousand thoughts whirl around her head, but one stands out, something that came to her when she and Drake were talking earlier.

“Drake?”

She’s met with silence and wonders if he’s already asleep.

“Yeah?”

“You seemed…especially vehement when you said it wasn’t my fault.”

“Because it wasn’t,” he says sharply.

“I know, but I was just wondering…” she hesitates, not sure she should voice her thoughts, “did something like this happen to Savannah?”

Again, silence stretches between them as Louisa waits for him to answer.

“Yes,” he finally says, grief infusing his voice and Louisa feels like crying again.

“Some noble asshole thought because Savannah was a commoner that she was fair game to take whatever the hell he wanted,” Drake explains angrily.

“Did she…was she?”

“No, Bastien found them and kicked the guy’s ass. Which is really good thing, because if I had found them, I probably would have killed him.”

Louisa shivers at Drake’s words. She doesn’t doubt he would do anything and everything to protect someone he loves.

“What happened to the guy?”

“When I told Liam what happened, he and the king banished the bastard.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize that was real thing.”

“Yeah, but it was too late. By then, Savannah had run away,” Drake says mournfully. “She sent me a message once, just once, saying it was all her fault that she must have have led him on. I hated him more than ever for that, for making her feel like something he did was on her. She was innocent and he made her feel guilty. I didn’t even have a chance to make it better, if I even could.” Louisa can hear the heartache in Drake’s voice and she wishes desperately that she had the words to comfort him. How awful for Savannah, for Drake.

“I’m so sorry, Drake,” she whispers.

“Me too.”

They fall silent, both consumed with their own thoughts.  Eventually, Louisa hears Drake’s breathing even out and he begins snoring slightly. She smiles at the sound even as her own thoughts torment her.

When Drake had asked if things would have been different between them if they’d met some other way in some other place, she’d felt such a bittersweet ache. She wishes so badly things were different. She’d come here on a whim, looking for an escape and a chance for an adventure, but the stakes are so much higher than she’d realized. As they approach Liam’s coronation, it’s truly sinking in that these people are looking for a queen. She could be queen. Is that what she wants? Is this the life she wants to live? Is Liam the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with?

No answers come and Louisa tosses and turns for long hours before an exhausted sleep finally claims her.

———————————————————

Drake wakes up sore and uncomfortable. He takes a deep breath and hisses as pain shoots through his bruised ribs. It takes him a moment to remember where he is. Louisa. He slowly rolls over as he sits up. Looking at the large bed, he sees she’s still asleep.

Getting up, he picks up the blanket and walks over to the bed. Louisa is sleeping soundly. Her lips are parted as she breathes quiet, even breaths. Her dark hair is fanned across her face and pillow. Unable to resist, he reaches down and gently brushes the hair back from her face. Seeing her like this feels incredibly intimate and Drake’s heart stops for a moment. He carefully lays his blanket over her. He wishes things were different. More than anything in his life, he wishes he’d met her in some other time or place. He wishes she was his. But she’s not, he thinks to himself. Heart breaking in his chest, he takes one last look at her before slipping out of the room.

anonymous asked:

Mccree wakes up with a huge hungover. His s/o is avoiding him all day. Later Mccree sees some bruises on his s/o next and finds out that he made those bruises by choking his s/o because he thought, that she was cheating on him. What does Mccree does next? Can you write a short fanfiction?

I can, and I did. But I don’t really like writing topics like this, mostly because I don’t think that it would have a happy ending. And I don’t write happy endings for these kind. Sorry if this backfired

Jesse McCree stood leaning outside of the Overwatch dining area, a cigar handing between his lips as he glanced up both ways. While there was a strict no smoking inside policy, placed by his dearly ‘adopted’ mother, Ana Amari, Jesse liked to live on the wild side. At least when he needed to clear his head, as he did now.

Usually he would go and light it up outside, pretty respectful of the rules laid out around here. Except Jesse was waiting for you, hoping you might come down this hall sooner or later, knowing there was a good chance for him to catch you going by.

For the last two days, you have been avoiding Jesse…and he’s not stupid. It’s easy to see by the way you avoid his texts, calls and even try to hide from him at work. Every time he thinks he knows where you are, you somehow magically manage to disappear before he arrives.

Jesse has even tried going to your apartment but every time he does, the place is empty and there was no answer at the front door. This has been happening since he got drunk two nights ago, and the next day you weren’t there when he’d woken up.

It was exceptionally rare for Jesse to get drunk. Usually the cowboy was amazing at holding his liquor, but he’d had a few drinks to many and after the sixth, everything had become lost to him. Jesse couldn’t remember anything beyond that point except for waking up in the morning with a nasty hang over. 

Determined to see you and find out the problem, Jesse waited patiently in the hall, daring everyone with a single look to be the bastard to go and tell Ana about him smoking in the hall. When the halls had quieted again, Jesse was just starting to lose hope when you rounded one of the corners.

You wore a sweater, a scarf and jeans, carrying a bundle of papers in your arms. It took you a moment to see him, and Jesse hoped that perhaps the last two days he had imagined them. Except then he saw the look of fear fill your eyes, and immediately you turned tail to walk off.

“Hey, y/n! Wait a damn minute!” Jesse said, following after and within seven long strides, he made it around the corner and managed to catch your arm. 

The way you flinched when he pulled you around made Jesse annoyed, but he was more irritated by how you hid your lower face with your scarf. Was this one of those women things, where there was a pimple you thought to ugly for the world to handle?

“Y/n, what is going on?” Jesse asked, voice growing more gentle and he reached up to pull down the scarf.

“No!” you gasped, pulling back and you clutched the scarf  in one hand. Surprised by the force in your voice, Jesse could only stare for a moment. But this only made him more determined to know what you were hiding.

Taking your hand gently, Jesse tried carefully to pry it away. “Baby, don’t hide your face. Please, tell me what’s going on,” he said, voice soothing and he hates that look of nervousness and fear in your eyes. What were you so scared of?

When Jesse used a little more force to pull on the scarf, you gasped. “Please, don’t-” you started, unintentionally reaching up with both hands and the papers that had been in your arm scattered to the ground, covering the floor.

Immediately you had tried to catch it though, and without thought you had let go of the scarf in hopes of catching the papers. With that, Jesse managed to slide the scarf away…and stared in horror, cigar slipping from his lips and falling to the floor.

Lips parting in shock, Jesse stared at the bright blossoms of purple and blue bruises across the slim expanse of your throat. Most looked like finger prints, big ones and you immediately reached up to cover them with your hands. Except they were on your collar bone too, and Jesse felt his heart starting to beat faster and faster.

What were you scared of, Jesse had thought, and as he thought now about who had caused you those bruises…the look in your eyes told him. 

You were scared of him. 

Upon seeing the realization in his eyes, you immediately lunged forward, grabbing at one of his sleeves. “Jesse,” you said quickly, voice low. “Jesse, don’t-it was an accident, Jesse, you didn’t mean to-”

Jesse’s eyes met yours and you found horror and pain within their depths. “An accident…how could I have accidentally wrapped my hands around your throat?” Jesse asked, voice strained and he found it hard to breath.

Oh god. He’d hurt you…he’d strangled you. That was what you had been avoiding since that night. You had avoided showing him what Jesse had done while piss drunk, hiding that he’d hurt you so bad that your neck was purple from the strength of his hold. 

Slowly Jesse found himself crouching, head hanging between his knees as he tried to breath. It was as it the air had been stolen from him, and his chest just hurt so badly…and yet none of that could compare to the pain he must have caused you. There had been genuine fear in your eyes. 

Jesse had always said he would never hurt you. That he would protect you from anyone who might cause you harm. What happens if that person was himself?

“Jesse,” you whispered, hand on his shoulder and it broke your heart.

Oh, it had been terrifying when it had happened. Jesse had asked you to sleep with him while he was drunk, but you hadn’t wanted to. Instead of getting flirty and trying his luck, Jesse had accused you of liking Genji. The two of you had started fighting and in his drunken stupor, Jesse had gotten violent…

But you didn’t blame him. Jesse hadn’t done it on purpose, nor had he been aware of his crime. And that was how you tried to keep it. You hadn’t wanted him to know…oh no, you had hoped the bruising would fade before you’d have to see Jesse again.

He would never have had to know…

“I can’t…” Jesse whispers, forehead in his arm. You had to lean in to hear him. “I can’t…be around you…”

In that moment, your heart plummeted in your chest. Staring at him, you trembled lightly. “W-what do you mean, Jesse? I-I’m not angry. I’m really not,” you said, before your voice became desperate. “Jesse, please don’t say that-”

Standing suddenly, you felt a chill in you at the numb look in his eyes. “I can’t be around you,” Jesse says quietly, “Not after everything I’ve done to you. I can’t hold you, knowing I did this to you. I…I need to leave.”

Turning, Jesse started walking away. Jesse didn’t know where he was going but he couldn’t stay here. He didn’t deserve you after all of this, after he’d…the thought was too much. The hate for himself too great.

“Jesse, stop!” you cried, standing there, shaking as your arms came up around yourself. “Jesse, I’m begging you. Don’t go. We can get through this together….” The last word was a sob, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jesse paused for only a minute, but he didn’t look back. It seemed like only the world held him there for a moment, giving you one last view of him.

“I love you, y/n,” Jesse said softly, and then walked away.

You slid to your knees, heart in shambles, as you lost the love of your life that day. 

anonymous asked:

this blog is really lovely. can i have a scenario for Bakugou and Todoroki, their s/o being extremely strong with an amazing quirk that kicks them out of the sports festival in a 1v1 fight? it's okay if you think they would have trouble fighting their s/o, if you think that then you don't have to write this one! if you can't write that one, you can also write a scenario where they get badly injured but they keep pushing on in the fight and freak everybody out with worry, and s/o wins anyways. <3

Thank you, dear! Okay, so since you sent two prompts and two characters, I’ll do a prompt for Katsu and the other for Todo, if that’s okay with you! I hope I got these two alright, enjoy!

Word count: 1280.


Bakugō Katsuki:

He felt his heart beating in his throat as seconds passed away and [Name] didn’t get up. He dodged yet another series of needles directed at him and growled at the villain who was definitely proving to be a pain in the ass. More than the usual one, from his point of view.

“[Name], get the fuck up right now!” He shouted, the scene blurry with smoke and tension, disabling him from knowing about their state. He cursed, running towards the villain while preparing a blow. He screamed as he jumped on top of its head and blew a big explosion, surely strong enough for it to be killed.

But much to his surprise, the monster was nothing more than stunned for a moment.

His blow had been not enough.

“Katsu, don’t hesitate!” He heard a voice call out for him, and the only thing that crossed his eyes was a quick shadow that struck onto the villain’s head, drawing blood. “Finish him!” [Name] roared, and the blond acted quickly to perform the last strike that finally made the foe shrink down to its original form.

The police quickly caught the villain, and soon came the press. [Name] looked as bright as always as she brushed away the reporters’ compliments, trying to get their boyfriend to appear before the cameras as well, but he remained by the side, stubborn like a boulder.

“We should get going,” he grunted, catching their wrist and pulling them away from the sea of flashes. [Name] noticed the tightness of his grip and winced in slight pain, but didn’t dare to say a word until they had reached a silent street, and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” They asked, concerned, trying to look into his eyes, yet he kept averting his gaze. “Katsu, are you injured somewh-”

“Shut up!” He snapped, causing his lover to flinch at his sudden outburst. “Are you injured, you ask? Are you injured? You were fucking beaten up back there and you are just asking me if I’m fucking injured!?”

“K-Katsu, calm down…”

“No, I’m not calming down,” he growled, and [Name] backed into the wall behind them, watching as he stomped on the pavement. “I’m not fucking calming down because you could have died there, okay!? I was so fucking worried and yet you kept going at the fucking enemy instead of staying behind and letting me do the work!”

[Name] frowned, chest inflating with newly found courage and fury.

“Well, excuse me but I’m a hero too. And you did seem to need help back there because that ridiculous explosion didn’t even make a scratch on that dude.” They snapped, only realizing their words when his eyes widened, his teeth gritting, before his gaze turned to his feet.

“So I’m not good enough to protect you, right?” He huffed, hands clenching into fists, and [Name] reacted immediately by taking his hands in theirs, shaking their head.

“No, no, no, you’re very powerful, you know? That guy was just too tough to be made of thread. Heh, you get it? Thread… because that was his Quirk…” They cracked a small smile, trying with a joke, but seemingly not receiving the reaction they were expecting. “Look, sorry about that. I… I promise I’ll be more careful next time, okay?” Katsuki huffed, looking at them.

“You should get those wounds treated before anything.” A relieved smile placed itself on their lips, and they grabbed his wrist in a similar fashion to when he had done it earlier, their touch much gentler, though.

“Okay! This is nothing more than a scratch, so it shouldn’t take long to heal. Let’s go have some ice cream later, yeah?” He arched his eyebrows in disbelief, and let out a sigh, even if the small smirk on his lips deceived his tone.

“I really can’t understand you.”


Todoroki Shōto:

The sky was clear except from some clouds passing through the gentle see like boats going adrift. He hadn’t noticed how pure it looked, until he found himself facing it, his back kissing the cold, stone floor and his arms wide open, mind lost in thought.

He had lost.

He didn’t know to hear Present Mic’s disbelieving comment about his defeat, nor the murmurs among the spectators, nor the small victory dance of his rival.

[Name]… They had fought well.

He got up and stared into their eyes, which locked into his, the joy in their pools disappearing into worry and pain as they saw his expressionless face. He bowed respectfully and turned to leave the grey floor that had tasted his defeat, [Name]’s calls of his name falling in deaf ears.

The next time he saw them was right before the finals, in which they would be fighting.

[Name], not him.

They found him sitting in the waiting room, collecting his clothes and gathering his thoughts. [Name] let out a barely audible greeting, which he painfully ignored. Their heart ached, but they decided to play against it and sat down in front of him.

“You’re fighting against Bakugō now, right? Good luck,” he spoke lowly, eyes blank and unfixed, definitely not taking in their broken state. They choked out a laugh, which barely managed to hide a distressed sob.

“Thank you, but I’m still pretty wasted from your fight. You gave me quite the battle,” they chuckled, but upon not getting any response, their smile broke.

Tears welled up in their eyes, their fingers itching to meet his clenched hands.

“T-Todo… I’m sorry…” They finally sobbed, breaking down in front of him. And for the first time since his defeat, he looked confused, surprised, staring at their form as they crumbled down onto the table.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, his voice showing concern. They looked up to see his eyes full of emotion, unlike seconds before their outburst, and hiccupped.

“I thought you were mad at me, you weren’t answering at all and you looked so cold,” they spoke quickly, fearing another series of sobs would interrupt their words, but as they became a tangled mess, they were almost unintelligible.

“I’m sorry about that,” he answered with honesty. “I didn’t mean to sadden you. I’m just… thoughtful. I wasn’t expecting a defeat.”

“H-Hey…” scoffed [Name], sounding slightly hurt, but he could tell they were more than relieved by his words. “So you aren’t angry at me?” Todoroki managed a smile, unclenching his first and reaching a hand to caress their hair.

“I could never get angry at you.” He reassured, and they let out a relieved sob. “You fought well and are worthy of victory. I know you can against Bakugō, so just do your best. I’ll be cheering for you, I promise.”

“B-But what about you?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“There’s always another year, I guess. And disappointing my old man was never something I worried about.” He reached out to wipe the tears away from their eyes, and [Name] smiled in tender thankfulness.

“I’m glad you aren’t mad at me. I would never want a victory if it meant having you hate me.” They sniffled, and Todoroki returned the smile, smaller, but just as full of meaning as theirs.

“You shouldn’t look like you were crying before the battle.” He sighed, standing up and bringing them with him into a comforting embrace. “Win this match, okay? You can do it, I know you can. Win it for the two of us, but over everything else, win it for you. You have trained a lot and deserve this glory.”

[Name] smiled, a last, joyful smile rolling down their cheek, which he carefully wiped away again.

“Yes, thank you so much, Todo. I’ll do my very best.”

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  • otp: it was real
  • otp: we fell in love on our own
  • otp: i'll always love you

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do one where you're dating Eric and you fall asleep in bed forgetting to close your laptop, and you sleep in the same bed, so when he walks in the first thing he sees is your computer open with a pro-ana site on it? You can end on your taste, eds just suck and I need some comfort! Also, I'm not sure what happened but please don't feel pressured to rush any imagines! I have ptsd, so I know how hard it can be. I love you and hang in there! It'll be okay. <3

first off thank you so much. you guys are all so sweet to me and i really do love y’all. I’d also like to mention how writing these type of scenarios is very cathartic for me as well, so thank you for suggesting it!

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