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The Fate of Black Cats

So I found myself reading some soulmate AU’s and I had this idea for one that nobody asked for. Well here it is anyway. For your reading pleasure.


Soulmate AU where whatever they write on their arms, appears on their soulmate’s. What happens when Marinette becomes convinced that her soulmate is gone for good? Part ½ Rating: G+? Idk, it’s kinda angsty


When Marinette was four years old, drawings started appearing on her arms. At first they frightened her, but her mamma assured her that they were only drawings from her soulmate. Whatever he wrote or drew on his arms would appear on hers and vice versa. After that, she always carried around a marker and would tell her soul mate stories on her arms. She drew him flowers, cakes from her parent’s bakery, the funny dog she saw outside her window, anything she could think of to show him. He wrote back in music notes and cats and silly stick figures. She insisted she learn to read and write so that she could really talk to him. Together they practiced their ABC’s and eventually held conversations. They couldn’t tell each other their names on their arms, but that was ok. He was her boy, and she was his girl. Their arms were never without ink for years to come.

When Marinette turned six, she decided she wanted to really talk to her boy. So she asked her mom if she could call him. She looked a little surprised, but said that if his mamma would give him the phone number she would call him for her. It wasn’t long after that, that neat and unfamiliar handwriting appeared on her arm. She showed it to her mamma and she dialed the phone for her and let her have it. When a lady picked up, she cleared her throat and spoke in her most adult voice.

“Hello, I need to talk to my boy.”

“Alright, here he is.” Marinette waited impatiently while the phone was handed off.

“Girl?”

“Boy!”

They talked for hours. They could finally say whatever they wanted, and it was much faster than writing it down. While they talked they drew each other pictures. It was only the first of many conversations.

They were eight before they told each other their names.

“Marinette is a princess name! It’s pretty and magical just like you!”

“If Marinette is a princess name then you have to be my knight. Knight Adrien.”

“Together we save all of France from an evil sorcerer who enslaves people to make them fight us and try and capture our magic! Knight Adrien and Princess Marinette to the rescue!”

“I think you mean Princess Marinette and Knight Adrien. I, obviously, am the more powerful one.”

“Well duh! You’re not royalty for nothing! I am but your humble sidekick.”

“Nonsense, we’re partners. What’s a princess without her knight?”

“And what’s a knight without his princess?”

“I love you, my princess.”

“I love you too, my knight.”

For years, these daily phone calls were enough for them. They told each other everything. They made up stories of their adventures together. Marinette and Adrien, best friends, storytellers, soulmates.

When they were eleven, Adrien’s mom started getting sick. He wouldn’t tell her much about it, but she knew he was worried. She got worse and worse, until one day Marinette called, and an unfamiliar voice answered the phone.

“I need to talk to my boy.”

“He isn’t here,” the man responded, and hung up.

When she tried calling back no one answered. She tried writing messages on her arms, but he never responded. Marinette grew desperate. She called multiple times a day and covered her arms in flowers and words, anything to try and get him to respond. But he never did. Finally, after a week, whenever she called the number she had long sense memorized, the line was disconnected. She cried for a week and refused to come out of her room. She wrote on her arms hoping for a reply, but none ever came. Finally she wrote just one sentence.

Just tell me if you’re alive.

No reply came, and Marinette promised never to write on her arms again.

The next morning, she came down stairs with her arms scrubbed clean, and for the first time since she was small, there was no trace of ink anywhere.

“Hey, princess, what happened to your drawings?” her papa asked.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I can’t be a princess when my knight is dead.”

Her parents never brought it up again.

Every year on Adrien’s birthday, Marinette broke her promise. She would draw only one thing. It was a black cat cuddling a ladybug, his favorite animal and hers, with the words a Princess and her Knight surrounding it. She never expected a response, and she never got one, but it was her way of remembering the soulmate she never met.

School was harder after that. All her classmates had soulmates who drew them pictures, and eventually some of them met them. She watched her classmates fall in love with their soulmates and send them messages, and ached at the loss of hers. She took to wearing long sleeves, even when it was warm. She never told them what happened to hers. She let them assume what they wanted. Some thought they were fighting. Some thought she was one of the rare few born without one. Chloe was a member of the latter group. It all came to a head when she was fourteen.

“Poor little Marinette. I guess even fate is choosey when it comes doling out soulmates.” Most days, Marinette was good at drowning her out. But that day was his birthday. Her traditional drawing already marred her wrist. “Who would want to be your soulmate? Even if you had one I would bet he would be the scummiest, the most disgusting-“

“He was wonderful!” Marinette screamed. She marched over to Chloe, poking her in the chest. “He was kind, and creative, and funny! He played piano, and he liked cats. He had blonde hair and green eyes, and he loved me!” She could feel tears threatening to overflow as she screamed at Chloe. “And now he’s dead! He died Chloe! I will never meet him!” She could see the horror growing in Chloe’s face, but she had put up with her for too long to stop now. “He died, and now I have to sit here and listen to you disgrace him. I have to listen to you try and sully what few memories I have of him with your lies. I have had enough! Don’t you think I have suffered enough?” At this, Marinette seemed to collapse in on herself. For the first time, she noticed that the entire school was watching. They were dead silent, hanging on her every word. She felt heavy as her tears finally dripped down her cheeks. She looked back up at Chloe, hugging her arms. Chloe was looking on with horror frozen on her face. It would seem even she had a since of decency. Finally, she whispered to Chloe, “Haven’t I suffered enough?” and fled the school. Tears blurred her eyes as she ran. On her way down out, she bumped into a blonde boy she could barely see through her tears.

“Are you ok? Can I-“

“Please don’t touch me.” Marinette choked out and continued on her way out. Once home she locked herself into her room. She refused to come out the rest of the day.

The next day at school, four things happened. First, Chloe avoided her. She wouldn’t look at her or sit near her or talk to her. This suited Marinette just fine.

Second, two new kids were introduced to the class. Marinette was studiously avoiding looking at anyone and was doodling in her sketchbook, so she missed their names. It wasn’t until the girl sat down next to her, that she looked up.

“Hi, I’m Alya, what’s your name?”

“Marinette.”

“Well, Marinette, we’re going to be best friends.” Marinette could feel a smile tugging at her lips as class began.

Third, Ivan turned into a rock monster. Like literally made of rocks. The crazy new girl went running after him yelling about super heroes, and Marinette ran home.

Fourth, Marinette became Ladybug. When she got home, she found a weird box with earrings inside, and a magic talking bug that turned her into a spandex wearing superhero named Ladybug. It’s safe to say the Marinette’s life was never same.

She gradually grew accustomed to her new role and her partner, Chat Noir. They learned to work together and managed to do a decent job of keeping the city safe. She enjoyed having a purpose, even if her partner was a little ridiculous.

Marinette was not very involved in school after her fight with Chloe. Chloe no longer bullied her, but much of her class looked at her with pity. She couldn’t stand it. She eventually discovered that the other new kid’s name was Adrien. Looking at him was a like a punch in the gut. Blonde hair, green eyes, named Adrien. If it weren’t for his subdued and reserved attitude, he could have been her Adrien. She tended to avoid him if only to save herself the pain of digging up old memories. Someone must have clued him in as to why, because he left her alone. She caught him looking at her sometimes, but he never forced a conversation with her.

A year later found her at fifteen celebrating Adrien’s birthday alone. Alya caught her drawing on her wrist before class started.

“What are you doing? I never see you writing on your arms.” She couldn’t see Adrien perk up in front of her and decided to answer truthfully.

“It’s my soulmate’s birthday,” she explained, “if he were alive, he would be fifteen today.” Marinette didn’t notice Adrien slowly turning around in his seat to look at her, she was too busy drawing, but Alya did. “Every year on his birthday I draw the same thing here on my wrist it’s my way of remembering him. See he loved black cats, I and I like ladybugs. We used to tell each other stories where I was the princess and he was my knight. This is how I remember him.” She showed the completed drawing to Alya, then rolled her sleeve back down and got her books ready for class.

Alya stared at Adrien’s wrist as the same drawing took shape there. He was staring at Marinette completely dumbfounded, before he turned to meet Alya’s eyes. In them he learned a new definition of fear. Alya was looking at him with murder in her eyes.

Ravus Nox Fleuret Headcanons
  • He needs reading glasses, but he absolutely despises wearing them, so he never does.
  • When he was younger, he was always getting into little mischiefs, but they were all with good intention. Lots of the time, he was trying to nab little gifts for his mother and his sister.
  • If he’s sleeping by himself, he starfishes out across the bed. Like, edge to edge. He also tosses and turns a lot, always wakes up in a blanket burrito regardless of his starting position.
  • If there’s someone else in the bed with him, however, he sleeps almost completely still. There’s very minimal movement between his positions from when he fell asleep to when he woke up.
  • He runs his hands through his hair a lot, which results in the hairstyle he’s always sporting.
  • He’s absolutely frustrated with his MagiTech arm because it’s mostly removable adornments on a base frame, but the claws on the fingers are actually part of the base frame. 
  • The MagiTech arm is removable, and he’s been told on several accounts that he needs to remove it when he sleeps, but he doesn’t really listen. (He’ll remove it if someone is sleeping beside him, but only then.)

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Cake

“I don’t need you anymore.”

Relationship: Family

Fandom: DC Comics

Character: Damian

“Ummi!” Damian yelled as he rushed into the living room. Concerned you quickly set the book down and look to Damian.

“Damian? What’s wrong?”

“I was trying to cook and something happened.”

“Something happened?” The small boy quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the living and into the kitchen.


The whole area was a mess, flour on whole counter top and most of the floor, walking forth into the kitchen you heard a crack under your sock. Looking down you saw that you had stepped on an eggshell. With a sigh, you shook your head.

“Let’s clean up first and I will help you with whatever you were doing in here.”

It turned out Damian was trying to make a cake, he refused to tell you who it was for. As you put the cake in and set the timer Damian started to push you out.

“I don’t need you anymore.” He said as he pushed you towards the door.

“Damian. Phrasing.” The small boy huffed a bit before speaking again.

“I don’t need your help anymore. Thank you for helping earlier.” You smile as you walked out of the kitchen and towards your bathroom to take a bath.

Dinner was nice seeing as everyone stayed for it, Alfred then brought out a cake. Looking at saw that it said thank you to you. You looked around the table at the boys.

“What is this about?” You asked confused.

“Today is the day you and Bruce started dating. So-” Damian quickly cut Tim off.

“So we wanted to thank you for dealing with Father.” You chuckled and shook your head.

“You boys are something.”

agoraphobic || luke hemmings

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Your fingers tugged gently at the hem of your shirt.

Luke absolutely took notice.

His hand left the steering wheel and found its way to one of yours. He gently grabbed it, and held it, caressing his thumb across the back of it.

“It’s just for a little bit.” He reminds you.

“Luke… I really don’t want to.” You twist your free hand up into the sleeve of the jacket you’re wearing.

“Baby I promise.” He looks over at you.

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Things Felt But Unsaid

This is my little gift for @stoptryingtomakethingshappen for the Secret Santa event, hosted by @drarryexchange . It’s the first time I’ve written for the Drarry fandom and the first time I have written anything as fluffy as this, but I hope you’ll like it!


It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

This warmth, those arms around his body, that messy dark hair tickling his neck.

Why, Potter? thought Draco as he watched with foggy, still tired eyes, the peaceful form laid in his bed.

Certain rays of sun were decorating their faces through the curtains, leaving small dots of light across pillow-patterned cheeks and closed eyelids.

The whole thing felt like some sort of dream to Draco. Too surreal, too good to be true after so many years of anger and self-destruction.

He turned his head a little to have a better look of the man still asleep behind him. Barely resisted the urge to extend his hand, to touch with pale fingers the warm skin pressed so beautifully against his.

Years before, every time the image of the familiar boy - now man - entered his field of vision, all he used to feel was rage and disappointment. And hatred, so much hatred… Sometimes he couldn’t even think because of it.

Things changed to such an extent that the past now seemed like an alternative existence, not part of the same life, full of anguish.

After all of that…How could you chose me?’

Harry’s breathing was caressing Draco’s neck while his chest moved with every puff that escaped past his parted lips. He’s always been a late sleeper and secretly, of course, Draco liked this. It gave him time to think, to appreciate better just how lucky he ended up.

After his sixth year, the only ending he visioned for himself was the cold, empty space of an Askaban cell. Or being Voldemort’s lap dog for the rest of eternity.

Not this. Not this closeness. Not so much forgiveness.

And especially not so much love.

Despite his earlier - better - judgement, Draco’s hand found itself buried in dark hair, too tangled for its own good and not soft enough. However, Draco felt a strange sort of affection every time his fingers moved across Harry’s unkempt locks, and the last thing he wanted was to stop.

“Malfoy” a morning voice echoed suddenly.

Draco stopped his movement, focusing his attention instead on green eyes, now open, gazing back at him.

“Morning, princess,” he said, his tone full of fondness. “Slept well?”

Harry blinked twice, trying process everything at once.

“Draco” he called out once again, a bit confused still. “Why are you up so early?”

Draco smiled.

“Not everybody can sleep until noon with no remorse like you, Potter,” he said, no bite in his words. “Most people have responsibilities, you know? We don’t have the luxury of taking a nap whenever we  want just because we defeated a wizard years ago.”

As usual, when confronted this way, Harry rolled his eyes.

“If I’m not wrong, Malfoy, you - as in, the responsible one out of the two of us, according to your words - are also still on bed. So, instead of throwing around baseless accusations, why don’t you keep messing with my hair since you like it and start telling me about what you seemed to be so conflicted about.”

Draco would’ve done anything to wipe the smirk out of his face. He should’ve known better than to bring up any sort of competition whenever it involved Harry. That bastard always had some sort of witty answer up his sleeve, no matter the time of the day of night.

“You know what, Potter?” he said. “I think I liked you better asleep. Why don’t you go back to it?”

Harry eyes sparkled at that. Draco didn’t apreciate that look.

“Neah,” said Harry in mocking laziness, perfectly aware of how much Draco hated when he did that. “I think getting on your nerves for a bit longer will be more entertaining.”

“Oh, shut it already,” said Draco, rolling over, having his back facing Harry once again.

Harry only laughed at how silly Draco was behaving.

“I see someone woke up quite cranky today,” he said.

“I’m not ‘cranky’. I’m just tired of you,” remarked Draco.

“Please, you’ll never get tired of me,” laughed Harry, poking Draco in the ribs to play around some more.

“Yes, I am. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to make me some breakfast. I can’t stand being hungry,” he said, rolling out of bed.

Harry raised his hand, gently touching Draco’s arm.

“You mean making us breakfast, right? he grinned, trying to make his voice sound sweet.

“As if you still deserve something after the trick you pulled last night. I won’t be able to sit for a whole week thanks to your lack of patience.” he mumbled hoping to come out as angry, but failing miserably. He couldn’t fool Harry so easily.

Of course, he still freed his arm and moved towards the door, his stepping as lazy as possible.

“Like you didn’t enjoy it,” Harry said, a bit frustrated by Draco’s pride and stubbornness.

The blond ignored him and left the room, leaving Harry behind without a care.

“Cranky indeed,” said Harry to himself, throwing the covers away from his body, with a trace of regret of abandoning the warmth of the bed. He searched in a hurry for a pair of trousers and a clean shirt before following Draco in the kitchen, a discreet smell already filling his senses.

Once entering the room, his eyes fell immediately on the shirtless form standing in front of the fridge, wand in hand, a frown painted on his features. It seemed like he was in the middle of warming up a piece of bread - “Again?” Harry noted, not knowing how to react anymore to Draco’s wierd antics. But no matter how hard he tried, Draco simply refused to touch anything that had to do with technology.

“I might hurt myself, Potter!” he shouted once, after a whole hour of washing the clothes - the muggle way. It had been a disaster, without any exaggerations. After ruining two perfect sweaters and a pair of boxers Harry gave up, leaving Draco to do things as he pleased.

Even if it wasn’t extremely practical.

“How much longer or you going to incendio that poor bread?” Harry asked, getting closer to the blond and observing his every move.

“Don’t disturb my concentration. I don’t want to burn it too much and deal with ashes.”

“Draco… That’s why we have the toaster,” sighed Harry.

“I’m not going to touch that machine. Ever. End of story,” said Draco, finally lowering his wand, deciding that it was enough. “Besides, it’s a good exercise of control.”

Harry decided not to comment. Instead, he positioned himself behind Draco and embraced him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“You are out of hope, you know?” said Harry, leaving a small kiss on Draco’s naked skin.

“And you are sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. You stink. But do you see me complaining?” said Draco as he placed the now slightly burned slice of bread on a plate, not impressed by Harry’s antics.

The other boy flinched at the words of the blond.

“For real?” he asked ashamed, lowering his arms.

“Yes, Potter. Now go throw some water and soap on yourself and come back looking acceptable for once. I’ll also dress accordingly to a kitchen when you are done and then we’ll finally eat as two normal human beings.”

“Fine,” he accepted the first part without a second thought. “But, for the record, I don’t mind seeing you shirtless at all times”.

“Noted. Now go. I’ll finish with the rest of the toast and deal with the eggs while you’re in there.”

Harry did as told and, with one last look at Draco, he left the room, almost running all the way to the shower. He turned on the water and walked inside after leaving his clothes nest to the sink, and allowed the cold liquid to touch furiously his heated skin.

On the other side of the house, Draco was preparing everything just as he promised, but no matter what his hands were doing or what words left his mouth with every textbook incantation, his thoughts were far from those actions.

He was taking in the last words words exchanged, replaying them over and over again, as well as the feeling of having Harry’s front pressed to his back. The dialogue, no matter how embarrassing and awkward it had been, was just another proof of their closeness, of how much they have evolved over the years to finally reach the point of talking about anything without fearing a thing from the other. That domesticity brought a soft smile to Draco’s face.

They were far from perfect. Both made mistakes that couldn’t ever be erased, but they learned. They have grown up together, step by step, curse after curse and now, with each caress of the other’s skin.

The sound of the shower stopping could be heard even from where Draco was standing, but somehow, in the hurricane that had taken over his mind, it ended up being missed. He heard, however, Harry’s steps as he got back, hair still dump and clothes fitting him a bit awkwardly.

“Good, you’re done,” said Draco, turning around as soon as Harry came back. “You can start eating if you want, I’ll be back in a second.”

Five minutes later they were both seated on each side of the table, eating in silence. Harry was enjoying a glass of orange juice while Draco was more than pleased with his water, taking a mouthful every few bites.

It was peaceful. Calming. Familiar. Precious.

“Harry, could you please give me the salt from over there?”

“Sure, but don’t you think it’s salty enough?”

“It needs a little bit more.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t what he expected, but it was better that everything Draco believed he deserved.

He might never be able to say out lout exactly what he felt. He might never leave his insecurities in the open so easily. But, with Harry, he wanted to at least try.

He was stubborn. Full of pride. A coward in every sense of the word.

It wasn’t like him to be so open.

One day, Harry, I will tell you everything I can’t say right now. I don’t know why you chose me, but I swear, on Merlin’s beard, that I’ll prove to you that giving me this wasn’t a mistake.

And it will never be.

The Special Phone Call / Drabble

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 2,725
Pairing: Luke Alvez / Penelope Garcia
Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez and Derek Morgan
Requested by: @marialovesdean - she gave such a cute prompt so I hope I gave it justice by writing this little cute drabble (:  and here is the link of the same drabble on FF ^^

Luke leaned against the elevator as he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He spent the weekend playing with Roxy at the dog park for most of the time. With his body aching all over, he’s not exactly sure if he is up for another case that might take weeks to solve. The sound of the elevators arriving to the BAU’s floor and opening caused his eyes to open. Clenching onto his backpack, he exhaled deeply before exiting and making his way toward the bullpen. “Hey.”

JJ looked up from her phone. “You look tired.”

“Roxy was really hyper this weekend,” Luke put his backpack down on top of his desk and chuckled. “I changed her diet in the last few days, I think that’s why.”

Spencer leaned against his seat. “She’s not on the raw diet anymore?”

Luke shook his head. “She wasn’t feeling well when she was on the diet.” Settling into his seat, he sighed. “I was suggested to change the diet and see what happens.” He glanced around the bullpen. “What’s the case?”

“I don’t know,” JJ answered. “Both Emily and Penelope haven’t left the office yet, they’ve been discussing something for the last twenty minutes. And Rossi hasn’t arrived.”

“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Spencer suggested. “When we do have a bad case, we’re all huddled around the conference room instead.” Taking a book out from his drawer, he started opening it to read.

“Conference room.” Emily called out for the team as she slowly made her way over with Penelope following behind. “We have a case in Chicago. Double homicide, the third one in the last two weeks.”

“A serial killer?” JJ looked up at the screen just as Penelope brought up the pictures.

Emily nodded her head. “Rossi won’t be joining us due to personal issues but the case is simple. We just need to fly over there and try to help out the local officers.”

“Alright.” Spencer stood up. “Wheels up in 20?”

“Actually, with Rossi not being with us, I thought we needed another hand.” Emily suggested.

JJ knit her eyebrows together. “The case is simple? I think the four of us can handle the case.”

“Yeah,” Penelope agreed. “But you wouldn’t know Chicago as much as the guy that’s joining us.”

Luke arched an eyebrow. “Who is coming?”

Derek knocked on the door and smiled brightly at the team. “Agent Derek Morgan is joining you to Chicago.” He winked over at Penelope. “Baby Girl.”
Penelope smiled. “Welcome back.”

Luke glanced between Penelope and Derek as he collected his files in silence.

Penelope moved around comfortably on her chair around her office as she took a sip of her tea. Checking the time on her watch, the team should be looking over the crime scenes right now. Her eyes adverted over to her little figurines on her desk, landing particularly on the newest member of the family. The little cat stress toy that Luke had given her a couple weeks ago. The longer she looked at it, the wider her smile became on her face. She blinked her eyes in confusion when her phone started ringing. Getting into tech analyst mode, she pressed the button and cleared her throat as soon as she saw the caller ID. “Newbie.”

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Liar

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You and Min Yoongi had something special, you were sure of it. At least, that’s what you thought before you learnt what he was actually doing all those nights he had to “work late”.

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A/N - I’m sorry.

You met Min Yoongi when you were just an innocent high school girl, you were a good and studious pupil, while he was rebellious and tough. Despite your differences you had been drawn to each other in a way neither of you could understand, but you just let it be. From the time you were sixteen years old you never even dreamed of being with anyone else apart from your surprisingly sweet boyfriend with ever changing hair.

Little did you know, he didn’t feel the same way.

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Cleaning my mods folder...

…has made things weird, I think. Earlier while setting up a save for my stream the game just closed out of no where. Peony is going to have a different hairstyle because hers refuses to work anymore, and is just that scary red question mark thing from hell. Heather has a different hairstyle too, but that was on purpose. And while doing the hair trick on Venus, the first time it didn’t work and not only did it screw up her hair but it also removed all of her skin details? I got them back on but it was still weird. 

Fear

- Bobby x reader

- Angst (ish) + happy ending.

- Your friendship with Bobby got too complicated for comfort. You decided to end thing because you can’t handle the stress and confusion any longer.

-Masterlist

Originally posted by verygood-climax


- “I’ll see you in a bit. I just got out of practice, gonna head home and shower first. Unless you prefer my au naturale scent.”

- “Gross, can you please shower… I shared a tent with you at camp. I wanted to die.”

Being Bobby’s best friend pretty much mean your apartment is his. Whether it be getting away from the boys, wanting to sleep alone, quiet space for working, or just chilling. Having him over so often wasn’t anything strange anymore. After more than once finding him sitting outside your doors waiting for you to get home from work, you just gave him a key.

- “If you fucking bring girls here, i will end you. Just remember, I know all your dirty secrets.”

- “You act like i’m a diary or something. Do I look like that kind of person to you? smh…”

- “Hey i see you be flirting with girls. desperate time calls for desperate measure. Hanbin would probably kill you if you bang some random girl in your dorm.”

- “Yes, mom. I won’t bring girls over.”

You didn’t start out having a crush on him, not even remote interest. However, as he spend more and more time with you, something changed. His action slowly becoming more sweet and meaningful. Whether it’s just him reminding you to eat, or giving you his jacket during cold days. Slowly his care tug at your heartstring and crushing turn into love. You’ve managed to hidden it well thus far. The frustrating part is you don’t even know if you’re special or this is how he’s usually is with girls. Other than the boys, he never brings you around any of his other friends. He does talks about girls but you never had the pleasure of meeting any of them. There were times where he brought you to parties but he stay by your side the whole time. Being possessive or protective is just something in his nature. He doesn’t let you out of his sight for one second, no guys can come within arm length of you. At this point however, you’d rather not risk a great friendship. Usually you’d come home and find him already lounging around your house. Today was one of those rare day you’re actually home before he comes over. You had some time to spare so you cooked up a meal knowing he’d be starving after practice.

- “Honey, I’m homeeee!!!”

- “STFU will you. How many time did i tell you to stop calling me honey.” you call out from the bedroom.

- “Fine! Did you cook babe? it smells so good.” he walks in the bedroom and jump on your bed.

- “Bobbyyyy NO. stop giving me pet names. if you want your dinner to be safe, stop this instance.”

He has a really bad habit of calling you names that make you dream he was serious about you. He chases you into the kitchen to try and save his meal. You just laugh and follow the crazy boy. After eating pretty much 85% of all the food and chatting your ears off, he slumps onto the couch to watch TV. He insisted on helping you clean up but seeing how tired he was, you shooed him off. 

- “I have that new movie  you wanted to watch. Are you planning on staying over?”

- “OMG YESH. You’re the best. If you don’t mind, can I? I just spent 18 hours with Hanbin. constant yelling for 18 hours. 18!!! if i see him for another minute i’ll have nightmare.”

- “Haha, you know he means well. Couch or bed?”

Of course he’d choose the bed. He’s a little too comfortable in your home that it seems like it’s really his apartment and you’re the guest. At first he’d offer to sleep on the couch or the floor. Following one particularly hard day at practice, he hurt his back and was dying in pain. You felt so bad and told him to come sleep on the bed. He refused at first but eventually gave in. Ever since then, he doesn’t even ask to share the bed anymore. Even with the close proximity, nothing ever happen except for innocent sleep. There was an actual barrier make out of pillows and blanket between the  two of you, always. After putting in the movie, he situates himself flat on his belly, head sideway facing toward the TV.

- “Massage pleaseeeee.” he whines loudly.

- “Are you serious? you take over my apartment, then i have to cook for you, and then clean up. Now you want massage. WTF?”

- “Pretty please, my whole back ache. I told you, i’ve been practicing for like 3 days straight. Please.”

- “Ugh, fine”

Hopping onto his back, legs straddling his sides, you begin to work your magic on him. His broad shoulders relax as his whole body melts onto the bed. Hands running over his smooth skin, fingers grace over the dimples on his shoulders’ muscles, a bit of sadness comes over you. You realize some day this would end time come when either one of you get a love interest. It’s all fun and game to you two but outsider might not fondly share the same view. This day might actually come sooner than you’d wanted. You had decided to give up on loving Bobby.

- “Omg, you should do this professionally. You’re so good babe.”

- “What did i tell you about calling me that?” 

You dig your elbow onto his back causing him to yelp out a loud apology.

- “Jeez, you’re so mean. I’m just playing.”

He lays back down and resumes his focus on the movie. You hesitantly speak up.

- “Can I tell you something?”

- “Uhmm.”

- “I actually agree to go grab a drink with Jason tonight…”

Still focusing on the movie, it almost feels like he’s ignoring. All of the sudden, he pushes your legs and gesture for you to get off. Thinking he’s mad, you scoot away to give him some room. Before you got too far away though, his arm wraps around your waist and pull you to lay down with him. Relaxing yourself into being his little spoon, you shed a tear knowing this feeling will cease to exist soon. Just like that most of the movie passed with him holding you tight. When there was 30 minutes left to the movie and the clock ticks 9:30, you whisper to him.

- “Hey, I have to get ready to go meet Jason…” you words cut off by a loud sigh.

- “Do you have to leave so soon?” His arms still tight around you.

- “What’s wrong? you’re never this clingy. Did something happen between you and the boys? or at home? Is your family okay?”

- “It’s nothing… i don’t know.”

You get a bad vibe from his behaviors and keep pressing for answer. Could he have heard a gossip about your potential new boyfriend? You did meet the guy through him.

- “No, Jason is a good guy. He’s actually would be a good fit for you…There’s nothing wrong with him.”

- “Then how come i’m getting the feeling that you don’t want me to go. If you don’t want me to go, i won’t go. It’s just a date, i’m not marrying the guy.”

- “Go, have fun on your date. I’ll probably head back to the dorm later…”

You’re now super uneasy at his words and action. He’s telling you to leave but his body is telling you to stay. You pull out of his arm and sit up to look at him.

- “Jiwon… you know i can tell if you’re lying right? what’s wrong?”

- “Nothing… just go”

Did you hear it wrong? Was the TV too loud? His words sounded like they were resisting on coming out of his throat as he chokes them up.

- “Jiwon… come on. Tell me.” You try your best to meet his gaze but he just shift it else where. “Fine, if you won’t say it to my face then just whisper it in my ear.”

You get back into being his tiny spoon and force him to wrap his arms around you once more. 

- “I… I just really don’t want you to go…” 

- “Why?”

- “I can’t do this… uh, shit… I, never mind.”

- “You know what? I can’t do this either… I’m leaving. Stay or go, whatever is fine with me.”

You were wiggling out of his hold when he grabs onto you super tight. One arm wraps around your chest, hand holding your shoulder. The other one snakes around your stomach. He presses his body as close to you as humanly possible and snuggle his face into your hair. 

- “I don’t want this to end, us to end.”

- “And what is this exactly? What is ‘us’?”

He practically struck you in the gut by saying that. For months now, for you it wasn’t as simple as best friends hanging out. You guys were practically in a relationship with none of the romance or obligation. You had a crush on Bobby, sure but it wasn’t anything serious. Lately, it’s getting harder for you to differentiate love from friendship.

- “…” Silence fell out of his mouth.

- “You don’t even know what this is, do you?” You were gradually getting frustrated. “Sometimes I wonder why you spend so much time here. You’re not a lonely guy. There’re tons of girls, and guys, that would kill to spend time with you but here you are. Day in, day out, wasting your time in this small average apartment with a completely average girl.”

- “IDK, you’re my best friend outside of the industry. I just want to spend time with you…What’s wrong with that? And you’re not average, stop thinking about yourself like that. Even if you were, what’s wrong with being average. I like you the way you are.”

- “Yes, i know we’re close but you literally spend all your free time here. Your phone blows up every time I see you. Sometimes I just sit and watch you make up bullshit excuses not to hang out with your other friends. I mean you literally was just sitting on my couch, not doing shit. So i really don’t know what this ‘us’ is that you’re referring to. What am I to you? a sister? substitute mom? shelter? What, Bobby.”

- “I.. I don’t know…” he stammers.

That only increases your frustration. All this confusion has to stop. When you’re with him, he has never made a move. The moment you want to see someone else he throws you in for a loop and got jealous? This is too much for your heart to handle so you decided to take your chance. What’s the worse that can happen? If things go south, at least you’ll have peace and can finally move on.

“To me, you’re the greatest person in this world. I had a strings of bad relationships, both romantic and platonic. I was betrayed, cheated on, stabbed in the back. For the longest i thought i was treated badly because i deserve it or that was the best i was gonna get. But you, you changed everything. You showed me how a proper relationship should be and made me better. You’re literally the ultimate best friend.  You showed me kindness. You picked me up when i was left wounded by my ex.You showed me a way out. That’s why I will walk through hell for you if you need me to. That’s why i’m your best friend. But fuck, lately it’s been so compilcated. You’re TOO kind to me that it make me soo confuse. You’d draw me into this whirlwind fantasy of thinking i might have a chance with you. You don’t even know how many time I got soo close to confessing to you but then… Then just when I was about to, you gushed hours on end about some girl that wouldn’t give you the time of day, WHILE laying in bed with me. I know these sleepover are purely because you need time away from your hectic life… But shit, it’s so vexing because right after you say craps like “don’t ever date or get marry because i need you”, you go and say friendzone shit to me. I can’t get mad Bobby… I can’t even get jealous when girls that are 10x prettier and more successful than me flirt with you. What right do i have to do that? I’m nothing when it comes to Bobby’s realm of love. That’s why i have to do this, i have to go on this date. I have to end this crazy confusing relationship of ‘us’… whatever ‘us’ is. I can’t keep getting string along like some doll. I don’t want to feel like some left over when you finally move on. I know it’s not your fault, it’s mine for falling for you. But i have to make things clear once and for all. Either you hold up your end of the friendzone bargain or just don’t see me anymore. At the end of the day, I’m nothing more than a comfort net for you and it breaks my heart. So, for the sake of my sanity and my heart… From this day on, i will stop loving you, Kim Jiwon.”

After a few minutes of quietness, you were sure it was done between you and him. His hold still tight, you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable but there was no way of getting out. Just then, he starts to speak.

- “Please don’t do that… I don’t want you to see him or anyone else. I want you to myself, no other guys in this world can have you. You’re mine and i want to have the right to be selfish when it come to you. You’re wrong. You’re my everything and i prayed so hard that you’d look at me the same way. I can’t stand when you hang out with other guys, guys that would do anything to have you.Guys that can spend everyday with you instead of once in awhile because of some crazy schedule. I can’t help it but stand on the sideline and watch because you seemed so happy. I know I can’t give you all my time so I’d have to let someone else do that. I can’t even tell you how much i love you because i’m scare of losing you altogether. These past couple of months, i’ve been so happy that even the boys noticed. They kept asking me if i have a girlfriend and i love that you’re my secret. I wasn’t trying to string you along, i’m so sorry it came off that way. I was scare if you reject me, i’ll never be able to be in your life like this anymore. You always chase my loneliness away with your laughter and your warmth. One smile and i lose all my strength. I spent nights just watching you sleep, wishing you’d turn around and crawl into my arms. Now and then, I let my heart pretends like you’re my girlfriend… it hurt because you’re mine, but you’re not exclusively mine. I fear the day when you meet someone else and i’d have to let you go. Whenever I’m going to you and someone ask, I want so bad to tell them i’m going home to my girl. I wish i have the courage to tell you that sooner but it’s all too late now… You’re my perfect girl and i lost you because i waited too long.”

At his sweet, shy words, you roll back to face him. He has a painful expression on his face with a few tears stuck in his long eyelashes. Wiping the tears off him, you smile satisfyingly. 

- “I won’t go if you tell me not to… I only want to date so I can forget about you. I’ve been hiding my feeling for so long that I thought the only way to escape them was to let you go. I guess we both just fear rejection.” 

- “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay home with me. If only I was more of a man and just come out with my feeling. I guess i’m not that good at hiding it… I’m really sorry for hurting you. It’s just you didn’t even show the slightest sign that you see me as more so I was scared” Hand move to stroke your cheeks softly.

- “It’s okay. You’re my man. Everything is just the way it should now… I love you, baby.” you reluctantly whisper, shy still from his confession.

- “I love you more.” he moves closer and places a kiss on your forehead, hands cupping your face.  “As your boyfriend, i forbid you to go on this nonsensical date. You are to stay home and let me hug you. Also, i thought you were allergic to pet name. what happened? ”

You laugh at his sudden boyfriend mode. You always knew he has a cute side but he rarely shows it. All this is so refreshing. 

- “You’re an idiot. I didn’t say i don’t like it, I just wanted you to stop calling me by those names. When you call me those things i wish i was more and it hurt that i couldn’t be. So i just yell at you when you do”

- “You are more, sooo much more. Well you’re gonna have to let me call you by whatever name I want now. Although, I think I like being call ‘baby’ more than ‘idiot’.”

- “Baby” you coo at him, cutting off his laugh.

- “hmm?”

- “I want to kiss you.”

He flashes the biggest smile you’ve ever seen before pulling your chin up and let his lips meet yours. You pull away and smile back at him. His long index reaches over and brushes a few hair strand away from your face.

- “What do you say you call Jason to cancel and we go out to celebrate?”

- “Can we just stay in? I don’t wanna leave your arm.” you whine and he place a haste kiss on your nose.

- “Okay. We’ll stay in for as long as you want if you promise to get rid of the sleep barrier. i don’t need to be cock block from my own girlfriend by a bunch of pillows. I mean, seriously. I couldn’t even “accidentally” cuddle you. I’d know, i tried, it doesn’t work. I hate those pillows so much. You always hug them too, i don’t like that either.”

- “Yes and yes. You’re so cute. I promise i will hug you more than the pillow.”

You giggle at his silliness before digging your face into his chest and letting yourself fall into his scent. He closes his eyes and let the feeling of you against him sinks in. Maybe it isn’t so bad to face your fear once in awhile.

i. nebulae
i placed the metalwork
of my mind into
your waiting arms.
you promised you would
take the rusted bronze
from too many nights spent
out in the rain, under the
cold glare of the moon
and wax gold until
my body is molten hot
to the touch and solid gold
all over, a statue in
one of your temples.
you saw potential
in my rebirth and
who was i to question
the intuition of an artist?
sea breezes echoed off
of your words, an empire
begins to rebuild itself
from the crushed pillars
of ruin it is now

ii. protostar
your laughter was
the soundtrack to my life.
i took pictures of
everything we did but
knew i never needed them,
because i would never forget
the taste of your lips
at 2am on a thursday night
as you kissed me
against alley walls
marked in graffiti,
tattooing your name
onto my heart, tainting
my blood and the inner
workings of my veins

iii. star
our love was a work of art;
your breath hot against
my neck, as my collarbones
realigned themselves to
form the compass pointing
due north into the night sky,
the big Dipper guiding
your hands under my shirt
and between my legs.
i bent myself backwards
under the weight of
your touch until it was
too late, until i didn’t
notice the blood
pooling on the floor or
the fractures in my spine
as my bones struggled
to keep up

iv. supernova
when you realized
you had been using
violet instead of mauve
this whole time,
you littered me with
shades of red and blue.
my body was a spotlight
on your mistakes,
magenta and lilac
and lavender and
plum mixing together
until you couldn’t tell the
red from the blue anymore.
and you moved onto
a blank canvas, one
that wasn’t covered
in the wrong colors.
then on your first try, 
you painted a perfect
shade of mauve onto
her milky clean body

v. black hole
i refuse to remain ruined,
i did not endure this
only to wither away
into oblivion. the space
where my heart used to be,
where you used to whisper
the secrets of the universe
and tell me how all
humans are made of
the remnants of stardust,
is now empty and hollow.
i will rip out the stardust you
once said was rusted bronze,
was useless and worthless and
had no chance of being gold,
and turn it into a black hole. 
if i am broken, i will drag
you down with me.
stars have no power over me,
i will not be another
piece in your game as you mix
colors onto every waiting body

—  life cycle of a star | c.y.

anonymous asked:

Helloooo!! Could you write a scenario for Taichi, Kenjiro, Semi and Tendou when they have their first big fight with their s/o? I need something angsty with a good ending >.< I hope that's not too many characters but I'm on mobild and don't know where your rules are/ if you have any x.x sorry!

YES SHIRATORIZAWA. Honestly guys, send in more of these boys. I am so hyped about this season!!! 

Also, yes I do have rules! I posted a link for mobile users but you would have to scroll down my blog to find them. I also forgot that you asked for a first big fight and I was really tired when I wrote this BUT I tried really hard on these(: (but if you don’t like these, definitely feel free to send in the request again!)

Long//Female Pronouns Used

Taichi

It was after Taichi’s volleyball game, his team had won and you guys were going to go out and celebrate. You exited the bleachers and started making your way to find Taichi. That’s when you say him, except, he was with another girl. She was hanging all over your man. You felt your stomach drop and your face burning up with anger. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes, “Taichi how could you?!” The middle blocker was shocked to see you, “(Y/n)-chan!” The sight before your eyes was too painful to look at. You turned your back and ran out of the gymnasium as fast as your feet could carry you. 

You made it all the way home. You were out of breath but you were too sad to even notice. As soon as you entered your room, you threw yourself onto your bed. You muffled your loud cries into your pillow, not wanting your parents to hear. All of a sudden you felt your phone vibrating, you looked at the screen and saw Taichi’s name. You ignored him and went back to crying into your pillow. That’s when you heard something against your window. At first, you didn’t think anything about it, but the noise wouldn’t stop. You went to look out your window to see what was up. 

Standing outside of your window was Taichi, he had small pebbles in his hands. “Taichi, what’re you doing here?” He dropped the tiny stones, “I came to see what was wrong! You started crying and ran out of the gym!” Crossing your arms over your chest you said, “Don’t play dumb Taichi! You know I saw you with that girl. She had her hands all over you!” Kawanishi dropped his head into his hands. “No, (y/n)! It’s not what you think, that was Reon’s sister!” 

You stood there dumb founded. Not only did you falsely accuse Taichi of cheating, but you made a complete idiot of yourself in front of everyone. You couldn’t take it anymore. You left your room and headed down the stairs and out of the house to where Taichi was. You jumped into his arms, knocking him onto the ground, smothering him with tiny apology kisses. 

Kenjiro

“Kenjiro, I know you want to get better, but practice has been over for two hours and I need to get home.” Shirabu looked unphased, “Ok. I’m going to stay here for a while. I’ll see you at school on Monday.” He didn’t move his eyes from the ball and continued to practice. You were worried about Shirabu, he’s been practicing non-stop. Lately, he’s been so tired that he’s falling asleep in class. You walked behind Kenjiro and wrapped your arms around him, “Kenny please stop, you’re going to over work yourself!” He clutched the ball with his large hands. You could feel his sweat seeping through his shirt, but that wasn’t going to make you let go. “Please Kenjiro, please st-”

“I can’t! I have to be able to give the best tosses I can to Ushijima! If I don’t, then I won’t be able to play with strong players. So please (y/n), just keep supporting me and let me-” 

You squeezed him harder, “No Shirabu! You need to rest! I can’t support you if you don’t know when to take a break! I refuse to help you practice or got to your matches anymore. I-I just don’t want you to make yourself sick. I love you Kenjiro…I want to see you succeed but you need to go home and get your rest!” 

Shirabu was silent for a moment, then he started to chuckle, “That’s what I like about you (y/n). You always know how to keep me in line…” He turned around and placed his hands on your cheeks. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Kenjiro leaned his, resting his forehead on yours. “Come on (y/n)-chan, let’s clean up the gym. I’ll walk you to the station tonight.” 

Semi

Semi had asked to come over and go swimming with you. At first you were excited, not only would you get to see Semi in all his glory, but you got to show off your cute new swimsuit! Only problem was, you guys hadn’t even been in the water for ten minutes and all Eita was doing was complaining about Kenjiro. Semi didn’t even comment on your new one piece! 

“That punk Shirabu…I can’t believe he replaced me as the official setter!” Lately, that’s all your boyfriend has been talking about. Shirabu this, Shirabu that. Usually you took the time to comfort Semi, but today you just weren’t having it. “I’m not trying to be rude Semi, but don’t you think you should get over it now? I mean it’s been a few months? Plus isn’t he a second year? Maybe take this time to coach him or something.” You could tell he was getting pouty because he crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. That’s when he swam over to you, “I thought you were on my side!” 

You sighed, “I am on your side Eita, I just think it’s time for you to move on. Just work even harder to get your spot back!” He made a pouty face, “You don’t get it do you?” Ugh that’s it, you have had enough! “You know what? Do whatever, I’m tired of always comforting and supporting you about this. If you don’t want my opinion, then don’t come to about your problems.” You started to get out of the pool, “Hey! Where are you going?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to dry off and go inside.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Eita grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back in. “What the heck Semi?!” He started poking you around your hips and stomach. His was face turning red. “I guess I’m upset about the whole situation mainly because now I don’t look as cool when you come to my games. I mean I’m always on the bench watching everyone else…” Oh, now you get it. He was worried about trying to impress you.

“Semi, you’re so silly.” You turned to face Eita and gave him a wet kiss. “I don’t care about that. I mean, of course I want to see you play, and I get really excited when you do. But all I care about is you wanting to get better and giving it your all!” 

He gave you a big grin, “You know (y/n), I can tell you’re starting to fill out some.” You splashed him, “Shut up!” He gave you even more tiny kisses and he continued to poke at sides.

Tendou (This one isn’t too angsty sorry)

“(Y/n)-chan, take a look at this manga!” You and Tendou were having yourselves a cute little date. He wanted to head on over to the bookstore to see if any new Shounen Jump had been released. “Oh cool! Is that the new one from that anime you’ve been watching?” He nodded his head in excitement, “Yes! I’m going to go pay for it! You wait here, I’ll be right back!” He practically skipped to the register. “He’s so cute…”

“Speaking of cute.” You heard a voice behind you. When you looked to see who it was, you saw that it was classmate of yours. “Oh, hello (c/m/n). Are you here to buy the new shounen jump to?” He shook his head, “Not exactly.” He took a step closer. “By the way, you look absolutely adorable today. Are you alone today? We could get away from here if that’s ok with you?” He grabbed your wrist and started to pull on you.

“Actually, I’m here with my boyfriend, and will you please let me go?” He wouldn’t take no for an answer though. “Oh are you still dating that chump Tendou? Why don’t you dump him and go with a real man like me?” That’s when a large shadow appeared. It loomed over your classmate, you recognized it perfectly. It was Tendou. 

He snorted, “Excuse me? What’re you doing to my girl?” (C/m/n) let go of your wrist. “Hey look man I don’t want any trouble.” Satori wasn’t having it though, he grabbed your classmate by the collar and held him against the book shelf. “Let me give you some advice pal, if I ever hear about you hitting on my girl ever again, I’ll throw volleyballs at your head so hard that you’ll slip into a coma.” 

“Ok, Ok! I’ll leave her alone for good, just let me go!” Tendou set down the scared boy and watched as he ran out of the bookstore. You looked up to Satori, “Thanks babe!” He draped an arm around your shoulder, “Nobody messes with miracle boy’s girl!” 

You sighed, “The moment’s over…” He yelped a little, making the store clerk shush him. The two of you left the bookstore hand in hand, feeling very proud to have such a protective boyfriend. But not before Tendou snuck in some kisses in between the bookshelves~ 

anonymous asked:

I really struggle with keeping things clean and tidy. I live on my own and it's almost as if I don't notice the mess build up around me until it's absolutely everywhere. I suffer from bouts of executive dysfunction which make cleaning sprees almost impossible. It's really getting me down. Has anyone got any advice on how to easily manage a home? Or any routine tips that aren't hugely overwhelming? My mother refuses to visit me anymore.

Hi !

You might want to start with this link that will lead you to a masterpost of links on how to clean your house and keep it clean (it includes info for people with health issues and low energy, as well as lists to tick off for routine cleaning). This link particularly might be helpful, it’s about cleaning up your house in a short amount of time.

This is a list of tips about cleaning when you have executive dysfunction.

Good luck !

- Sister Cat

Silence

Older!Damian x Reader

Requested by Anon


Warning: A little bit of angst but fluff….in a Damian type of way.


You smiled at the cameras flashing around you. You and your fiance kept walking until entering your limousine. There you sat next to Damian, looking at him and his striking blue eyes.

Most people would call him the exact copy of Bruce when he was his age. But you knew better. 

Damian had still haven’t taken his hand out of yours. He kept applying more pressure to it until we arrived at the mansion. For a guy that knows how to lie through his body language he wasn’t fooling anybody. You could see his shoulders tense. His jawline  was clenched. But you could see the huge bags under his eyes, if you were close enough to see them.

You went up to your room and changed into a more comfortable attire. Aka Damian’s sweater and sweatpants. You went in search of Damian, to find him in the Batcave training. Like last night. And the day before. And the day before that. He has been nonstop training for months. And it has been worrying you for weeks. But Damian just brush it off. 

“You don’t have to sneak up on me to try to talk to me.” He said wiping of the sweat from his forehead.  

“Well it must be because you refuse to talk to me. Damian, what’s the matter?” You said walking towards him.

“It’s nothing.” You didn’t ask him anymore. You just pulled him into a hug. And you just stood there in silence. You felt as if he was going to say anything, but you shushed him.

“ I know better then to ask a bat about their feelings. You don’t have to say anything. Just get cleaned up, and we will watch a movie or something. Just you and me and the movie.” He slightly smiled. 

“What would I do without you/” He then pulled you in into a kiss.

usuk writing 10/5

hey guys this week is #testin me but im living!! glad 2 be back with some writing – this is a sequel to this fic! shoutout 2 @bluekujira for this cute prompt, lmao im dead af yall love omegaverse – lucky for u so do i B) B) B) 


Alfred bounced a little with excitement in the red booth seat. He raised his paper cup, smiling. “Happy birthday, baby!” 

Arthur grimaced, touching the rim of his cup to Alfred’s. “Christ, Alfred, you’re being too loud. We’re in public.”

“But it’s your birthday! And I love you!” Alfred took a quick sip from his straw, then put down the cup. He leaned over, giggling a little. “I’ll buy you another Big Mac ‘cause it’s your special day.”

Arthur groaned, resting his head in his hands. “I hate college.”

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I Can’t Do This Anymore

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Tony x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Can I request an imagine where the reader is cleaning Tony’s wounds, and she’s very angry at him, because he’s never careful and end up always hurt? A lot of fluff , thanks :)

Word Count: 506

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I just went back to schools a couple of days ago from winter break and haven’t had as much time to write. Enjoy!

Brows furrowed, you diligently cleaned Tony’s wounds, not feeling the slightest bit guilty when he winced at the pressure on his forehead. You refused to make eye contact as you threw away the cotton ball you were using and pulled out a clean one, starting the process all over again. Tony was never careful, ever, and you were beyond sick of it. You were sick of constantly patching him after he hurt himself, and most of all you were sick of him not caring that he was putting himself in danger. He was Iron Man, and you understood that he had a duty to the world, but he could be more careful doing it. You pushed the rubbing alcohol soaked cotton ball harder the madder you got thinking about your boyfriend’s utter stupidity. He pulled away, giving you a hurt look.

“Y/N I know you’re mad, but could you press not press so hard? My head hurts enough as it is.” He winced and your expression softened. Tony was adept at getting injured and certainly didn’t need you contributing to it. You finished bandaging his head and started on the cuts on his arms and hands. Gently, you cleaned and dressed the wounds in a way only you could. Sure, Bruce could stitch him up after a battle, but Tony always asked you to do it. Your touch made the injuries hurt less if that was possible. That didn’t change the fact that you were still mad at him. Finishing, you cleaned up the area and left the room. No words had left your lips at this point.

You went to your room and shut the door, making it clear you didn’t want to be bothered. Tony, however, had no intentions of leaving you alone. Tony opened the door and saw you laying on the bed. He walked over and laid beside you, stopping you when you tried to turn away from him. “Y/N,” he said in a hushed voice, “please talk to me. You know how bad I feel.” You narrowed your eyes and tried to turn away for a second time, to no avail.

“You know what Tony. I can’t take it anymore. You always get hurt. Always. And I don’t think you even try to prevent it. Do you know what it does to me when you come home covered in cuts and bruises? I have to pick up the pieces and I don’t kno-” you were cut off by Tony kissing you. You kissed back and his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you close to his body. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest.

“Please be more careful,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I can try,” he sighed, “but I can’t promise anything.”

“All I need to know is that you’ll try.” You sighed, snuggling deeper into his chest. He knew then he was forgiven, and the two of you spent the rest of the night resting. You finally had what you wanted.

Idiotic (Jelena One Shot)


Idiotic (Jelena One Shot)

Request: Is there a chance you could write a one shot on this? Like maybe jb being jealous/immature and childish to the media and Selena gets mad and confronts him or something?

Third Person’s POV

“Well hello to you too.” Justin muttered sarcastically as he shut the door behind Selena who just barged in angrily.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She yelled.

“You know, the polite thing to do is greet the person who’s house you just entered, not yell at them.”

“I’m not playing Justin! What is your problem?”

“My problem?”

“Yes your problem! Are you hard of hearing now?” Her eyes were burning with rage, her hair flying madly all over the place.

He stayed silent, confused. What did he do?

“What? Can’t answer now? You didn’t have a problem speaking last night!”

Last night?

Oh. Last night.

“Is this about what I said?” He asked in shock.

“What else would it be about Justin?” She snarled. “You just had to say something!”

“I don’t get it. Why are you so pissed off? It was a fucking joke!” His own temper began to rise.

“Do I look like I’m laughing to you? This isn’t funny!”

“What’s so wrong about what I said?”

She scoffed. “Stop being an ass.”

“An ass?” He fumed. He still didn’t understand why she was so angry.

“Yes. You’re being an ass. A jealous, immature, idiotic ass.”

“I still don’t understand why the fuck you’re so pissed off. You knew I was joking when I said that guy in your music video was a chump. What’s so different now?”

“The fact that he did nothing to deserve you saying those things about him!”

“Oh give me a break. I just said I can’t listen to his music and that it was wack. Everyone knows it’s a joke, everyone except you apparently.”

He walked away from her, going into the kitchen.

“It’s not a joke Justin! That’s the headlines everywhere I look.”

He rolled his eyes. Did he care? No.

He poured himself a small drink, placing a glass in front of her and gesturing towards the bottle.

She gaped at him.

“Well if I’m supposed to survive you yelling at me for shit, I need a drink. Maybe you should take one too. Realize just how much you’re overreacting.”

Her eyes flashed. “Overreacting? I’m overreacting?!”

He slammed his glass onto the counter, ignoring the liquid that spilled out.

“Yes! Yes you’re fucking overreacting!”

She stepped back at the unexpected rise in his voice.

“What exactly do you want me to do huh? Say I’m sorry? Why? Did I hurt your little boyfriend’s feelings?” He snapped.

“Is that what you came here for? Because I’m not! I said what I said and I’m not taking it back. It wasn’t exactly a lie. I’m not going to be listening to anything to do with him anytime soon. So if that’s all, you can leave now.”

Okay, maybe he was a little hurt.

Did she really just come to yell at him because she was defending her new boyfriend.

What ever happened to ignoring what people said? That’s what she used to tell him to do.

She wouldn’t even answer his calls but she had time to come yell at him on behalf of that imbecile.

His temper spiked.

“Answer me Goddammit! You can’t answer my calls or texts but you suddenly have enough time to yell at me on his behalf?!”

He was angry and hurt.

He just wanted her. That’s all he ever wanted.

By now she wasn’t angry anymore and she realized what was going on.

“Justin, it’s not like that. I was on my way here anyways. I felt bad about brushing you off for a while and I was coming over to spend time with you but then I heard what you said and it pissed me off. What you did was plain idiotic. I just want to know what you were thinking. Why wouldn’t you just stay quiet. Why say it?” She asked softly and his shoulders slumped defeated.

“You know why.”

“No I don’t. Talk to me, tell me what’s going through your head.” She stepped closer to him.

“I was jealous okay? I was jealous.” He admitted. “I saw the pictures and you were smiling and laughing and hugging him and….kissing him…” He shuddered.

“It hurt. You looked so happy with him and I can’t make you happy anymore and I was upset. I thought I was doing good, that if I could clean up my act properly this time then I would still have a chance then those pictures came out and suddenly I didn’t. So when the pap asked, jealousy got the best of me and I said it. I didn’t meant to but I did and I just kind of played it off like a joke. I’m sorry.”

He refused to look at her.

“Justin look at me.”

She used her hands to tilt his head upwards so she was eye to eye with him.

“He’s a great guy but we aren’t serious. We’re just having fun. I’m not his type and he’s not mine. He’s into the partying and the drugs and stuff and I’m more into staying home and watching Netflix. This isn’t going to go far. It’s just a fling. We both know that. You don’t have anything to worry about, you’re still the only guy with my heart and as long as you have it..well I can’t exactly give it way can I?” She smiled.

He returned her gesture and she pulled him into a hug.

“You’re still an idiot. You know that right?” She teased affectionately and he laughed.

“I know. But this idiot still has a chance.”

“Oh Justin, what am I going to do with you?”

“Love me?”

“I already do.” She gently brushed her thumb across his cheek. “My idiotic guy.”

“Okay, now I can listen to his music again and Starboy is a fucking bop.”

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Was it good enough anon?

When I was younger I used to pretend like I hadn’t heard my mother yelling from the next room for me to clean up after myself.
Now that I’m older I have found that you hardly grow up in the ways you’re supposed to.
This is the only way to admit that even now, I haven’t learned to clean up after myself.
Last week I left 3 voicemails in which I begged for him to love me.
I didn’t write a grocery list this and I hardly know what’s missing anymore.
What there’s enough room for.
I still find myself pretending.
When they bring up your name in conversation, I talk about how I got my first C in English class last month. I cover up what’s on the surface.
I don’t say that I thought of you today.
And I don’t mention that this poem has your name hidden somewhere if you look hard enough for it.
At this point, everybody’s started believing in it too.
I master the act of pretending that it doesn’t matter anymore.
In some ways, I don’t ever really grow.
It’s still easier to act like you don’t know the truth.
It’s still easier than having to hang around and watch as you refuse to admit that you haven’t yet learned how to love properly. How to keep it, most of all.
—  Cleaning up messes / @thewordsyouneverunderstood