i uh.. don't have a good excuse for this but i really wanted to make it

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you weren't busy and if you don't mind, could you write a fic where Bruce walks in on Jason and Tim kissing or something like that and they have to come up with an excuse?

Tim’s laying on top of Jason, pressing him into the blankets with his whole body. His hands wrap around Jason’s wrists and pin them to the bed while his tongue licks at Jason’s bottom lip, light and quick and gone as soon as Jason reaches for it. Jason tries to chase after Tim’s mouth but Tim pulls up, away, smiling, and Jason whines. A little. Maybe.

Tim keeps doing that, teasing, over and over until Jason is squirming, feet tangling in the sheets and he’s panting, making these desperate little noises that he really can’t be assed to be embarrassed about, especially when Tim finally, finally leans down and stays there, tongue falling into Jason’s mouth and Jason groans happily.

Tim kisses him, and kisses him, and Jason hasn’t ever felt so perfectly blissful in his entire life.

And then the door creaks open, and the bliss is instantly gone. In its place now is dread, and fear, and Jason didn’t think he was truly afraid of anything anymore, but suddenly there’s Bruce, standing in the doorway, looking at them with wide eyes and Jason panics. He tosses Tim off of him and jumps up from the bed.

“Um, hey! Bruce. B. B-man. We were, uh, practicing CPR. You know, brushing up on the old life-saving skills. Super important. Okay, I’ll see you, bye!”

And then Jason runs out of Tim’s room, out of the manor.

~

“Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation practice?” Dick crosses his judging arms over his judging chest and looks at Jason with his stupid, judging face. “Really? That’s what you went with?”

“…Tim told you?”

“Yeah, he came and asked me why you were such an idiot about it.”

“He did not.”

“I swear, those were his exact words.”

Jason groans, a weak, pathetic sound. He rubs his face. His stupid, idiotic face. “Is he mad?”

Dick tilts his head. “Not mad, exactly. He was a little pissed you left him on the floor-”

“Oh, god.”

“Way to go, by the way. Really nice.”

“I panicked!”

“But why?

“I- I… don’t know,” Jason sighs.

“Well, figure it out and then go talk to Tim about it,” Dick says. “And then maybe Bruce.”

Jason grimaces. “So I’m guessing he didn’t buy the CPR thing?”

Dick laughs.

~

Jason finds Tim in his bedroom, sitting on the bed with his computer in his lap, typing away. He glances up from his work as Jason enters.

“Careful,” Tim warns with exaggerated concern, “Bruce is home. He might see you in here.”

“I know.”

“Oh, so brave.” 

Jason comes up next to the bed and asks, “Can I sit?”

Tim keeps typing, not giving an answer one way or an another, so Jason stays standing.

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

The clicking of the keys stops and Tim sighs. He closes his laptop and sets it aside. He looks up at Jason, his hair messy and baggy clothes rumpled, like he’s been sitting right there working for hours, days, non-stop. He probably has.

“What the fuck happened, Jason?” He doesn’t sound very angry, just… confused. Irritated.

“I panicked,” Jason says, again, because that’s the only way he can think to describe it. He’s been trained to think before he acts, even when he only has a split-second to make a decision. But he wasn’t thinking when he pushed Tim away.

“That’s not really an answer, Jay.” Tim scoots over to make room and pats the open space.

Jason takes the invitation and sits down. “I know, I’m sorry. I just. I saw Bruce and in my head I heard everything he might say, and I. Couldn’t. I couldn’t stay and hear him say it out loud.”

“What did you think he was going to say?” Tim asks.

Jason forces his teeth to unclench. Swallows. “That… that I’m not any good for you, and that I should leave and stay away and. And we just recently got to a point where Bruce doesn’t glare at me every time I come over, or watch me like he thinks I’m suddenly going to freak out and shoot everyone. I don’t want to go back to that- or worse, not be allowed in the manor at all.”

Tim is silent for a minute, and then, “You want to know what he said to me after you ran out?”

Jason doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He’s scared to hear it.

Tim says it anyway. “He asked me if there was anything he needed to be worried about, and I told him no, and he accepted it. Then he asked me if I was happy, and I said yes, and he accepted that, too.”

“He did?” Jason asks, and his voice comes out too soft.

“Yeah.” Tim smiles. “And then he told me to wipe the spit off my chin before I came down for dinner.”

Jason laughs, startled, and a little disbelieving. He looks at Tim’s chin. He wants to kiss it. “I’m sorry for throwing you on the floor.”

Tim moves, quick and strong, and when Jason blinks his eyes open again he’s on the floor, on his back, and Tim is straddling him, looking down at him triumphantly. “There. Now we’re even,” he says, and then he leans down and kisses Jason.

“The door is still open,” Jason reminds him.

“I don’t care. Do you?”

“No,” Jason answers. He pulls Tim down for another kiss.

brittanyzelazno  asked:

#8 (this is the best prompt list I've ever seen btw)

“why are you so jealous?”
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“you ready to go shawn?” you called from the front door as you waiting for shawn to meet you.

you were going to a club tonight with some old friends you hadn’t seen in a while, you were excited.

you decided to wear your favourite black dress that came a little bit past your butt, along with black heels to match. you always found yourself wearing black and black, it was natural to you.

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” shawn chuckled, meeting you at the front door.

“we match,” you commented as you waited for shawn to put his shoes on. he was wearing black skinny jeans and a black dress shirt that was almost too tight. if you looked close enough, you could make out the defined muscles on his chest and arms.

“if you wear that, we’re gonna be late to the party.” shawn said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you pulled away, laughing slightly. “come on, we’ve got people waiting for us.”

shawn pouted as you patted his chest, “maybe later babe.”

the ride to the club was spent in comfortable silence, shawn’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time and he was occasionally humming along to whatever was playing on the radio.

getting into the club was easy, but finding your friends was the hardest part. there were many, many, people in the club tonight and trying to make your way through the crowd was tough.

shawn rested his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. you knew he was also showing everyone around that you were his.

“y/n! shawn!“your best friend called from the bar, she got up from her seat and practically ran to you.

"long time no see!” you yelled, due to the music being loud. “i missed you.”

she pulled you in for a quick hug, before leading you to the bar. shawn followed, taking a seat between you and your best friends’ boyfriend, jack.

shawn and jack excused themselves after a bit, leaving you two at the bar by yourself.

after about 15 minutes, someone took the seat next to you. you assumed it was shawn so you said nothing.

“can we have some tequila shots?” you best friend called, throwing some money on the bar.

the waiter returned with the shots, and as we went to take the money the man you assumed to be shawn spoke up.

“i’ve got it.”

he handed him money before you or your friend could protest.

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you said, handing him the drink. “here, you can have it.”

“a pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for her own drink.”

you blushed at the compliment, “thank you,”

he kept talking to you, and it was starting to make you and your best friend rather uncomfortable.

“so anyways-”

he was cut off by shawn coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“sorry babe, i’m back. is he bothering you?”

the unknown man’s confidence faded in an instant. “u-uh, no sorry. i was just going.”

as we walked away, shawn continued his death stare on him until he was out of sight.

“let’s go.”

shawn harshly grabbed your hand, pulling you outside the club before you could even say bye to your friend.

“what’s your problem shawn?” you asked as soon as you walked outside, pulling your hand away.

“you should already know y/n.”

he slammed the door to his jeep after he got in, you following before he could drive away.

“what do you mean? i should know?”

“you were flirting with him back there, and you were letting him flirt with you y/n! what the hell?”

“why are you so jealous?” you asked, “i don’t get it?”

he slammed his hands on the wheel, causing you to jump slightly.

neither of you talked the entire ride home, but you knew that as soon as you walked through the front doors to his apartment you were going to start yelling.

as soon as shawn parked the car you got out as fast as you could, reaching the door to the apartment and slamming it shut.

“would you like to answer my question?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you want to know why i’m so jealous y/n? because when you do shit like that it makes me feel like i’m not good enough for you! why should you feel the need to flirt with other guys in front of me? or at all? am i not good enough, do you not want me anymore?”

he ran his hands through his hair and you felt a piece of your heart break with his words.

“oh shawn, that’s not how i feel at all. i love you and only you! you know-” you began, walking closer to him.

“i know, i know. you’re a natural flirty person, but still i can’t help it.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know.”

he shook his head, “it’s okay, i’m sorry too.”

you had an idea on how to make this situation a little better. you stood on your tip-toes and brought your lips to his ear.

“come with me and i’ll show you how much i love you.”

he smirked as you led him into his bedroom.

anonymous asked:

Hey. Saw you were on. 😂 It's 3am here and I was wondering if you could do something where (Y/N) is Tyler's sister and is wary about her dating Josh, because Josh does it the old fashioned way and sort of "asks for her hand in datage" and she's all giggly and bubbly or something. I have no idea. I'm really sleepy but that sounds cute. You don't have ta if you don't want to.

Ahh sorry that this took so long anon, here is a little drabble, I changed the idea slightly and its pretty crap but here it is:

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  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Weiss screamed as she shot up from her bed.*
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.
I Guess We’re the Same, So Don’t Leave Me Behind

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Summary: 28-year-old Teruki is depressed, working a dead-end job, and sees life as meaningless and dull. Only when, Shigeo, another esper going through the same troubles as him enters his life he realizes he’s not so alone.

Chapter Summary: The chapter in which things get angsty for a bit and Teru needs a swear jar.

Notes: Content warning for alcohol use and overall depressive and anxious thoughts towards the end. The scene is separated with line breaks and isn’t too crucial to the plot if you wish to skip it. As always, thank you for reading!

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Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

whysamwhy123  asked:

Hey there, Sam! It's me, Sam here! I don't know if you know this, but it's your good pal Mandy's birthday soon! And seeing as she's, like, the best person ever, so funny and talented and kind (she even wrote you a birthday fic last year!), I think it'd be a good idea if you wrote her a super special birthday fic, maybe set in the Werewolf!Jeremy AU that the two of you came up with together when you first started talking? I think she'd like that a lot! Anyway, toodles! :)

A/N - Why, Sam, you’re right! That is a great idea! Thanks, Me, you’re my best friend! But yes, it is my fantastic pal Mandy’s birthday today, and I whipped her up a little present, aside from embarasssing myself by using my personal account to message my writing blog. Mandy is the goddamn coolest and I adore the hell out of her (I would highly recommend checking out her writing at @mandywritesrtthings ), so it only seemed fair that I repay her with her own birthday fic! Plus, I ain’t gonna turn down an excuse to write more Werewolf!Jeremy. For those keeping track of the other fics I’ve written in this AU, I’d say that canonically this takes places after the first fic I wrote, but before the Defending-Her-From-Some-Not-So-Nice-People fic, so CONTINUITY!! Mandy darling, I hope you enjoy the hell out of this, and hopefully some other folks round these parts will like it too! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANDY!! :D

Pairing - Jeremy x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, general werewolf AU schtuff, a poor, tiny, horny J

Word Count - 4, 872

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Undertale - Starter Sentences
  • SPOILER WARNINGS AHEAD! Please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to change any pronouns/words to your liking.
  • "You're new here, aren'tcha?"
  • "Golly, you must be so confused."
  • "Hey buddy, you missed some."
  • "Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"
  • "You just wanted to see me suffer."
  • "Ah, do not be afraid, my child."
  • "Welcome to your new home."
  • "Here, take my hand for a moment."
  • "I should not have left you alone for so long."
  • "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
  • "I want you to have a nice time living here."
  • "I have seen it time and time again. They come. They leave. They die."
  • "I am only protecting you, do you understand?"
  • "Hmph. You are just like the others."
  • "Attack or run away!"
  • "I know you want to go home, but..."
  • "I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but... We can have a good life here."
  • "My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, I will put them aside."
  • "Do not worry about me. Someone has to take care of these flowers."
  • "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
  • "I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning."
  • "Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you."
  • "He's playing poker by himself. He appears to be losing."
  • "I can't be your friend!"
  • "I guess this means I have to go out on a date with you?"
  • "All that pressure to succeed... Really got to her..."
  • "You know what would be more valuable to everyone? If you were dead."
  • "You think I'm gonna be friends with you, huh?"
  • "We're gonna be best friends!!"
  • "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy! Now!! Pound them to dust with your fists!!"
  • "Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something."
  • "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood?"
  • "Yes, she scrawls her name in the margins of the notes. She names programming variables after her. She even writes stories of them together, sharing a domestic life. Probability of crush -- 101%."
  • "Yeah, you gotta save your money for college and spiders."
  • "D-Dude... I can't... I can't take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, [NAME]! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro!"
  • "I found a gun in the dumpster!"
  • "He's like, my robot husband. He just doesn't know it yet."
  • "You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19-years old, and I've already wasted my entire life."
  • "Never interact with attractive people."
  • "Why do people find him so attractive? He's literally just a freaking rectangle."
  • "Future? What future? I'll probably be trapped at this stupid job forever."
  • "This was all just a big show. An act. [NAME] has been playing you for the fool the whole time."
  • "All so you would think she's the great person that she's not."
  • "Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."
  • "We could be like... Like a family..."
  • "You really are an idiot."
  • "Killing me is the only way to end this."
  • "If you let me live... I'll come back. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love."
  • "Don't you realize that being nice... just makes you get hurt?"
  • "Let's go to the garbage dump!!"
  • "She's so confident... And strong... And funny..."
  • "I'm just a nobody. A fraud. All I've ever done is hurt people. I've told her so many lies, she thinks I'm... She thinks I'm a lot cooler than I actually am."
  • "If she gets close to me, she'll... She'll find out the truth about me. ... What should I do?"
  • "Let's roleplay it."
  • "I kiss her back... S...softly... I... l-look gently into her eyes... I START HOLLERING!! [NAME]!!! I LOVE YOU!!! [NAME]!!! KISS ME AGAIN, [NAME]!!!"
  • "...WHAT did you just say?"
  • "You don't have to lie to me. I don't want you to have to lie to anyone anymore."
  • "[NAME]... I want to help you become happy with who you are."
  • "Anime is real, RIGHT?!"
  • "[NAME] and I finished our training early. Very early. So I sent her home. Very home."
  • "Is that your ex? Gee, that's rough, buddy."
  • "OH MY GOD. Will you two just smooch already?!"
  • "It's all your fault. It's all because you made them love you."
  • "Your life will end here, where no one remembers you..."
  • "No! I don't need anyone!"
  • "[NAME]... Do you know why I keep doing this? Why I keep fighting to have you around?"
  • "I'm doing this... because you're special. You're the only one that understands me."
  • "I care about you, [NAME]. I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
  • "I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again."
  • "I'm so alone... I'm so afraid... [NAME], I... I... I'm so sorry."
  • "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I?"
  • "I wish I could tell you how everyone feels about you."
  • "I understand if you can't forgive me. I understand if you hate me. I acted so horrible. I hurt you. I hurt so many people. There's no excuse for what I've done."
  • "Maybe... The truth is... [NAME] wasn't really the greatest person."
  • "You're the type of friend I wish I always had."
  • "Take a deep breath. There's nothing left to worry about."
fibro!tsuna and coping of pain
  • tsuna: i have.. fibro,,
  • tsuna: basically Pain
  • therapist: i'm very sorry to hear that.
  • therapist: let's try meditation. it will help you block out the sensation of pain.
  • tsuna: will it let me blacklist my entire body
  • ...
  • hand: *blocked*
  • foot: *blocked*
  • 3 sq in piece of skin on right thigh: *blocked*
  • tsuna: you're all blocked
  • tsuna: none of you are free from sin.
  • tsuna: or pain.
  • reborn: too bad real life doesn't work that way
  • tsuna: you're blocked too.
  • ...
  • tsuna: *leg starts spasming*
  • tsuna: excuse me teacher my leg is dying i need to take a walk
  • teacher: ..shouldn't you usually rest if your leg is, um. dying?
  • tsuna, already packing up: look buddy i don't know what kind of Normal World you live in but in My world when My limbs start dying i Take A Walk
  • tsuna: bye
  • gokudera: *leaves with him. makes 'i'm watching you' gesture at teacher.*
  • yamamoto: *haha water triiiibe*
  • teacher:
  • teacher: they're not coming back are they
  • teacher: it's barely noon,,
  • ...
  • tsuna: let's play a game!
  • tsuna: it's called 'guess my pain levels'
  • tsuna: pick any number from 1-100
  • gokudera: juudaime that's kind of a, uh.. dark game to play
  • tsuna: nonsense, it distracts me from eternal death
  • yamamoto: i love guessing games!
  • yamamoto: 87
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna: GODDAMMIT YAMAMOTO
  • gokudera: you sonnuva- I DIDN'T GET A TURN I WAS GONNA GUESS THAT
  • yamamoto: haha! luckyyyyy
  • yamamoto: what do those numbers stand for anyway?
  • tsuna: how many specific points of my body are currently vying for my attention by telling me they're each undergoing the slowest most painful form of necrosis ever known to mankind
  • gokudera: oxidation?
  • tsuna: oxi-wha--
  • tsuna: i hate you all
  • ...
  • tsuna: okay but tell me
  • tsuna: how exactly does that possession thing work
  • mukuro: why are you.. asking...
  • lancia: don't remember much of it. i think it makes you black out the entire time.
  • tsuna: sounds convenient
  • tusna: i have Chronic Pain And Fatigue though.
  • lancia: ..he won't feel it? probably.
  • tsuna: alright. here's the thing.
  • tsuna: my attendance is horrible
  • tsuna: mukuro i need you to go to school for me for a few days
  • tsuna: also please adhere to this very strict sleep schedule or i s2g if you overwork my body i will find a way to transfer all the accumulated pain onto your body
  • mukuro: do i get a choice in this?
  • tsuna: are you throwing away your Get Out Of Jail Free For A Few Days card?
  • mukuro: you drive a hard bargain, vongola
  • lancia: i can't believe it
  • lancia: you've given him conflicting emotions
  • lancia: truly you are a miracle worker, sawada tsunayoshi
  • tsuna: the only miracle i wanna work is on me
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: kufufufu...
  • tsuna, in their mind: Stop Laughing
  • mukuro: what
  • mukuro: you're supposed to be asleep!
  • mukuro: my possession should be suppressing your conscious mind!
  • tsuna: if i can wake up from feeling like i've taken a hammer to the better part of my sternum, i can wake up from you being a creepy dick in my body
  • tsuna: Cease And Desist
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: yamamoto-kun, how does my hair look?
  • yamamoto: *squints for a heckuva long time*
  • yamamoto: ..looks the same to me, haha. did you do something new to it?
  • mukuro: just a small addition.. is it not noticeable? i thought it was quite clever.
  • yamamoto: ???
  • mukuro: *tries to indicate the pineapple tuft hidden among tsuna's already tufty hair*
  • yamamoto: i don't see anything??
  • mukuro:
  • mukuro: what a waste of effort.
  • ...
  • mukuro, in his own mind: get out
  • tsuna, in mukuro's body: no
  • tsuna: it's cold and wet and i am restful
  • tsuna: i have slept so much. not a single headache.
  • tsuna: kinda hard to breathe but i'm not too surprised by that
  • mukuro: the week is over and so is our deal
  • mukuro: i pranced around in your body, freaked some people out, made gokudera question his sanity
  • mukuro: your bully may have a crush on my laugh
  • tsuna: ?? which one
  • mukuro: the loud one with the sword
  • tsuna: that's a little disturbing. i'll try not to laugh like you then.
  • mukuro: ...so
  • tsuna: *whining* five more minuuutteesss
  • ...
  • tsuna: aaannnnddd now we're back to pain. pain, pain, pain. 24/7 pain. i didn't miss you. i mean, i kinda did. it's really numb without you. felt weird.
  • tsuna: kinda like i wasn't really there
  • reborn:
  • tsuna: well, it was good while it lasted
  • reborn: maybe warn me next time before i shoot mukuro dead and you with him
  • tsuna: wow that's a little drastic just because i let a known criminal who tried to kill me walk around in my body for a week.
  • reborn: your self-preservation instincts can be really ludicrously terrible sometimes you know
  • tsuna: look me in the eyes and tell me you've never wanted to be free of your own body before
  • reborn:
  • reborn: shut up and go back to sleep
  • Yang: *One day Yang and Blake are enjoying a nice sunny day in the shine of a tree while having a picnic as the both look at small note pads in hand.* Hmm... What do you think about Velvet?
  • Blake: It would be nice but I highly doubt she would be up for it. You know how shy Plus then is Coco.
  • Yang: True. True.
  • Blake: How about Yatsuhashi? He's strong.
  • Yang: Nah. His height would make stuff harder to reach.
  • Blake: Hmm Good point. *Blake turn the page of her notepad.* Neptune? *Yang simply raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend.* ... Yeah I don't know why I had his name on this.
  • Yang: Well I can't judge. I mean I had Jaune. Oh! Fox?
  • Blake: I don't see why not.
  • Yang: Yes. *Checks the page before turning it.* How about Nora?
  • Blake: I don't think we can afford to pay the damages. Ren?
  • Yang: A bit boring don't you think? *Yang Asked before watch Blake consider for a moment before nodding in agreement.* Anyway, What about Saga?
  • Blake: As long as you two don't get in a flexing contest.
  • Yang: Hehe, You know you would love it. *Yang giggle only to turn into laughter as Blake smirks.*
  • Blake: How about Scarlet?
  • Yang: I honestly don't think he would know what to do. Miltia?
  • Blake: From Junior's?
  • Yang: Yeah.
  • Blake: Uh, Which one is she again?
  • Yang: Short hair, Red clothes, claws.
  • Blake: Oh yes then... Are you sure its a no to Ru-
  • Yang: *Yang interrupted Blake as she frowned.* Blake I love you but don't push it.
  • Blake: Oh like You did with Neo? *Blake Frown right back.*
  • Yang: I meant to say Neon! I swear.
  • Blake: Uh-huh... What about Penny?
  • Yang: Oh yes. Hell yes. Flynt?
  • Blake: He does have the lung power. What about Melanie?
  • Yang: She does have the leg power... Sun?
  • Blake: Yes, That's a given. Oh Here's one, Weiss?
  • Yang: No way. she is waaaaaaay to controlling. We wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves when things get hot and sweat. Plus, she is kinda short.
  • Weiss: EXCUSE ME!? *Yang and Blake jumped and turn towards their pinked cheeked and very annoyed teammate.* I AM NOT CONTROLLING OR SHORT! AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD EVEN WANT TO DO SUCH A PERVERTED THING WITH YOU TWO!
  • Blake: Perverted thing?
  • Yang: What are you talking about? Wait What do you think we are talking about?
  • Weiss: *Weiss blushes more as she crosses her arms and looks away* Well from what I heard as I was coming over here to ask if you seen my dust case, it sounded like you, with your lewd habits, where talking about people you two would... You know!
  • Yang: *Yang and Blake look at eachother confuse.* Know what?
  • Weiss: Y-You know... Stuff!
  • Blake: Define "Stuff"?
  • Weiss: PERVERT STUFF INVOLVING THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BE TALKING ABOUT IN PUBLIC! *Weiss Screamed.*
  • Yang: How exactly is is finding someone to join a three person some can play in the three on three Volley ball games in two weeks Perverted?
  • Weiss: *Weiss's flustered face instantly vanished and was replaced with that of a dumbfounded one.* ... Volley ball... Game?
  • Yang: Yeah. *Yang sent down her notepad and pulled out a flier before handing it to Weiss.* There is a volley ball contest in two week with a sweet cash prize.
  • Blake: Plus, a free Sushi for live bonus at my favorite restaurant if you get first place. *Blake added drooling at the thought of the fish meals.*
  • Weiss: Oh... But why did you not want Ruby then?
  • Yang: Two reasons. One Semblance isn't allowed. Two, Ruby SUCKS at Volley ball.
  • Weiss: Oh... Alright then... Sorry to jump to... Nevermind. I have to go find my Dust case. Bye. *An embarrassed Weiss said before quickly turning around and walking away.*
  • Yang: Do you think she was thinking we were taking about People to have a threesome with?
  • Blake: Most defiantly. Thank god she did pop in on us in the shower when we were talking about her Sister.
  • Yang: Yeah That would have been REALLY bad. OH! Why don't we ask Winter?
  • Blake: Yang I doubt Winter would help us.
  • Yang: Come on Kitten. Think of the money.
  • Blake: We don't if she could come here to help us.
  • Yang: Think of the Sushi Blakey. *Yang pounted leaning over to give her girlfriend and kiss as she wraps her arms around her.*
  • Blake: Hehe, Okay okay. We'll ask later if she has the time. *Blake smiled as Yang kissed her ticklish spots.*
  • Yang: Yes. I love you. *kiss* And maybe if we play our cards right.. *Yang Smirked wiggling her eyebrows*
  • Blake: Lets not push our luck Babe. Also, I love you too. *kiss*
I Hate You

Requested by anonymous: heyy can you do one where y/n a new exchange student on shawn’s street and they don’t like each other at first then something happens and they start dating? 

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Week 1

You and your family had recently moved to Pickering for your dad’s job. Of course, you were bitter as you had to leave behind all of your friends in a different country and honestly, the relationship between your dad and you was extremely rocky.

There was nothing you could’ve done to stop the move anyway, so your parents told you to stop acting like a brat and accept it. You were currently setting up your desk, pictures of your friends scattered on a cork board right above it.

Just the mere thought about having to start over in a new country, at a new school, and make new friends made your heart speed up and your stomach sink.

“Y/N, mom and dad need you to take me to the hockey try outs!” Your younger brother Ethan yelled behind your closed door.

You rolled your eyes, running your fingers against your scalp. You were definitely not in the mood to take anyone anywhere. Plus, how were you supposed to get there? You’ve only been in Pickering for three days, you had no idea where anything was.

“Please, Y/N!” Ethan screamed louder, making you let out an annoyed sound. You swung your door open aggressively and walked right past Ethan, down the stairs and into the kitchen where your parents were seated at the table.

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The One in Which He’s Alive // l.h.

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summary: it’s in the pouring rain and at two in the morning that suddenly, luke hemmings stands on your doorstep—soaked—to tell you how much he doesn’t miss you.


His hair, his clothes—literally his everything is soaked to the core, as he turns around under the pouring rain and climbs the steps towards your parents’ patio, where he is at least a little more protected from the wetness of the storm. Before you even get one word out, he begins to talk. And he talks. And talks. About how much he doesn’t miss you. How great he is. How much he loves life right now. “I ain’t missing you,” he shouts over the downpour and thunder. “I’ve spent the last months actually living! I feel like I have an actual life again,” he says, throwing his hands out, like he couldn’t keep the excitement in him. He looks at you and grins. The corners of his mouth raise quicker than the lightning that’s bound to come again any second now, and it splits his face in two so violently, you fear it’s going to rip.

“Okay…” you tell him quietly with a raised eyebrow, because you don’t know what else to say to a guy professing his non-existent feelings to you, when just a couple of months prior, you’d been in this exact situation, though then it was him, spending every second trying to convince you how much he loves you.

“Seriously,” Luke says. “I’m so perfect. I don’t miss you at all. Everything’s fine.”

“Luke—”

“I don’t want you and I don’t need you anymore.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shift your weight onto your other foot and lean against the doorframe. “Luke, why are you here? And why are you telling me this at two in the morning?”

He grins again. “Because I thought about you. Because I’m always thinking about you.” His grin falls for a nanosecond. “But I’m over you. I promise I am. I mean, I’m so alive, baby. You should feel what I feel.” He lifts his hands again, but this time he grips the doorframe with them—which you’re leaning against. His face comes near you, and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you, causing you to back away. You aren’t sure, if the small flinch you see is real or not, but he doesn’t give you a chance to analyse, as he begins to talk again. “Literally every feeling I feel is suddenly enhanced by a hundred. They’re so intense, it still knocks the breath out of me, even after months.”

You don’t answer but rather take in his wet appearance. Sure, there is a cocky grin sitting on his face and there isn’t any alcohol-stench coming from his breath, but still, you feel like he isn’t himself right now. “What’s going on, Luke?” you ask, trying to gently coerce an answer out of him.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says immediately, the grin coming back to life.

“You can’t just come here and tell me how fine you are and how much you don’t need me and expect me to believe you are fine. No normal person does this.” Sighing, you uncross your arms, doing something you wouldn’t have thought you’d do, ever again. “Look, if you want, you can come in. I can get you a towel or something and we can talk properly.”

Tonight is just full of surprises, because suddenly, he begins to shake his head no and whines like an actual four-year-old—with an actual voice that’s higher than normal. “No, I don’t want to come in,” he says—or rather moans. “I just wanted to say those things I’ve said and now I’m leaving.”

Rushing to grab hold of his arm before he steps off your patio, you shake your head at him again, though he cannot see that as he has his back turned towards you. “Hold on for a sec, Luke,” you say. “Please.”

Facing you again, he looks at you with an expectant expression. A moment of silence later, he raises an impatient eyebrow.

“It’s just—Just because we aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” And that is the truth. Luke has been such a large part of your life, it is physically impossible to stop caring about him from one sudden moment to another.

This time his eyebrow doesn’t raise in impatience, but rather hurt, it seems. “Yeah…um—thanks, I guess. But I really have to get going.”

You tug at his arm again, getting impatient yourself. “Oh, for God’s sake, just come inside for a minute. You’ll get sick wandering around, dripping as you are.”

It takes you another full minute of pulling at his arm to get him moving, though at last, he steps foot inside the house where it all ended.

///

Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.

///

“Here is a towel, and here a change of clothes.” You hand him the pieces of fabrics. “They’re my dad’s, but you two are similar sizes of giant, so I think it’ll fit.” Like you hoped, this raises a genuine smile to his lips, as he takes the clothes and the towel from you, nodding in appreciation.

“I’ll return them to you…someday,” he says, smiling sheepishly. Luke has a reputation of keeping borrowed things, but it doesn’t really matter anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. Now go change, I don’t want you staining our furniture,” you tell him, before turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna fix us some hot chocolate, of course. I sure hope you didn’t have seafood before this.” You grin at him.

///

“You’re gonna make us hot chocolate? Now?” You ask, laughing.

“Why not?” Luke asks, pulling the mugs out of the cupboard.

Jumping onto the counter, you cross your legs and roll your eyes at him as he places the mugs next to your thighs. “Uh, because we just had sea food! You’re gonna throw up.”

Me? If I have to go through this, then so do you!” he exclaims, laughing, nudging your knee with his hips.

“Excuse me?” You push him away, giggling. “I’m not an idiot! I know the outcome of this equation—I will not drink the hot chocolate!”

Luke ignores you, prepping the two drinks. Then he places one mug beside your thigh. His eyes hold a glint as he smirks. “Oh you will.”

“Not in a million years, Hemmings,” you say, laughing and jumping off the counter. “Why would I?”

Leaving his own mug beside yours, he comes at you slowly—the playful and somewhat also devilish glint still in his eyes. “Because if you do…I’m gonna promise you amazing sex tonight. Sex so amazing, you will never be the same. I’m telling you, babe.”

A snort bursts from your throat as you bend over and cannot contain the laughter in you. “You’re gonna bribe me with sex?” you ask, giving his chest a slap. But you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you let it wander towards the crook of his neck up to the sides of his face and then you pull him down to you, so you can whisper something in his ear. “Babe. If I wanted, I could just tie you up and give myself the most ah-may-zing sex. I’m an independent ass bitch.”

All of the sudden, his arms are wound tightly around your waists, and your feet aren’t on the ground anymore. Your legs wrap around his hips automatically, as do your arms around his neck. Kisses are being trailed down your throat, as Luke walks you two out of the kitchen. “What about our hot chocolate, huh?” you ask, grinning.

“What hot chocolate?” He smiles at you sweetly, and then captures your mouth with his.

///

Awkward air engulfs you two, as you’re sitting side by side on the small couch, each one blowing at the hot chocolate, trying to quicken its cooling process—or maybe you were just avoiding the person sitting beside you, but who knows?

“Are you alright?” you begin, as you cannot take this god-damn silence any longer. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He lowers the mug slightly, smiling at you. “Like I said, I’m perfectly fine. Everything’s good.” He raises the hot chocolate to his lips and takes a rushed sip. “Fuck,” Luke curses, “that’s hot.”

Cocking your head to the side, you watch him lower the mug and stand up. “I’m just gonna…get myself a glass of water,” he says, pointing to your kitchen and wandering off without waiting for your reply.

Something is definitely wrong with him, you decide. The way he’s acting confuses you. Who the hell visits his ex-girlfriend just to tell her how fine he is? He’s somehow giddy and restless and exhausted at the same time, like he’s on edge. Like he cannot contain whatever’s going on inside him. The shadows underneath his eyes and the scruff on his jaw tells you he hasn’t slept well in a long time, but then again, he never slept long nor well. Luke’s always been a restless person—always working on something in his head or with his guitar. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and have to write or else he’d forget the lyrics that sprung onto him in his dream. You loved being woken by a sleepy Luke and his guitar, though. You loved lying in the dark, listening to his raspy voice singing quiet words you knew were meant for you.

Somehow, you know that nowadays he doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night to write love songs about you anymore.

///

You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you.

///

“Please stay the night? It’s four in the morning and the storm doesn’t look like it’s about to pass anytime soon. You can take the guest room,” you say, wringing your hands in front of you. “It’s really no problem, and I’d feel a whole lot better, knowing you aren’t walking home right now.”

There’s another storm, and it’s in his eyes. He’s looking at the wall to your right, debating. You aren’t sure why it is such a hard decision for him to make, but you pray for him to stay. You will never forgive yourself, if he walks away now.

The seconds tick away, and finally, he nods once. “Okay,” he says, throwing you a shy smile. It surprises you, how after everything you two have already been through, he still has his shy moments. But this is just how Luke is, and you love this silent part about him.

Reaching your hand out, you wait for him to give you his mug, though, instead, he stands up as well. “I got it,” he says. “It’s the least I can do.”

///

Even to death, one might say.

///

She hands you the letter with her eyes lowered so you won’t see the tears in her eyes, but you do anyways. You’ve never seen her cry before. She’s someone you cannot even imagine how she’d look crying, because she is one of the happiest people you know, but now you do. You see the redness of the tender skin around and on her eyelids, the tremble of her lips and the crease between her eyebrows as she tries to hold the dam back. She looks smaller somehow. Like she doesn’t have enough energy to straighten her back. Like she is already focusing everything in her to keep herself from falling apart.

You don’t blame her. Rather you blame yourself.

Your hand comes up to wipe away a tear you haven’t noticed before. Between taking in her broken appearance and staring at the letter in her hand, you haven’t paid attention to your own body and emotions. Now that you reach for the letter, you notice the penetrating pain in your chest which keeps your lungs from working properly.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Liz whispers softly. She presses the letter into your stomach, but instead of removing her hand after you clutch it with both of yours, she encloses it around your trembling ones and squeezes. One hand comes up to brush the hair from your face. It’s wet and sticky around your skin. “It wasn’t your fault,” she says firmly, her eyes a hard and genuine blue. Her palm stays against your cheek. You can feel her thumb soothingly wipe the continuous stream of tears away, as her own flows down her face.

And then she leans in and hugs you. Her arms come around your shoulders tightly, and she squeezes seemingly every emotion into you. And somehow she slowly squeezes yours out of you. And she rubs your back with one hand, shushing. She holds you, as both of you try to fix your hearts with this one hug.

///

Dear love,

You once said, to be hurt means to be alive. For we cannot feel the hurt, if we aren’t alive and living and putting ourselves out there to be hurt. Well, I’ve spent the last months living. I was hurt. Or rather I am hurt. Everything hurts. Therefore I am, in fact, probably the most alive motherfucker on this planet right now, because it HURTS. What, you might ask? Not having you, is the answer. I love you. With every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart and every breath I take, I entirely, fully and unconditionally love you. Even to death, one might say.

Do you feel it? My love for you? I don’t, really. Because loving you has become a part of me and my soul—like I was put here on the sole purpose of loving you. I was so used to this feeling that having it ripped away from me felt like ice cold and hot water thrown in my face at the same time. It felt like someone was trying to rip me to shreds from the inside—particularly from my heart.

I was hurting before my heart was crushed—before you begin to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. This whole thing (us breaking up) started because of what I was going through. None of this is your fault. I never want you to feel that. I never wanted you to feel any of the hurt I felt, in fact, and I might burn in hell, if you are. I’m sorry, my love. I’m a selfish son of a bitch, and I couldn’t leave without seeing you for one last time. I cannot apologise enough.

Please forgive me.

Yours truly,
an angel (as of recently)

PS: That was me, trying to lighten the mood.

PPS: I love you.

PPPS: So so much.

///

“Call me, if you need anything, okay?” you tell him, helping him adjust the sweater of your father you’ve given him around his broad shoulders.

“Will do, love.” Your heart clenches at the nickname, but you solely smile. It feels good to hear it.

He looks at you with a look that causes your insides to churn and your legs to wobble. Then he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the space between your temple and forehead—something he does when he wants to kiss both at the same time, he once said. Turning on his heels, he quickly jumps down the steps of your front porch, leaving you to watch him walk away under the clear blue sky after a storm. It reminds you of the colour of his eyes.


a/n holy shit. i was—and still am—seriously debating whether or not i should put this online. the idea came to me after listening to missin’ you by the summer set for some unknown reason, as that song is not a sad song at all. i’m scared to put this out there, since it doesn’t have a happy ending. but then again, not all stories do. and i’m sure you know, this is purely fictional and i simply borrowed luke as a solely fictional character for a just as fictional story. 

as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

much love. my inbox is open. always.

  • Scene: Altair as the Beast, Malik is Beauty (very fetching in a gown...not really). Kadar as the plot device that brings Malik to Altair's castle to be prisoner forever.
  • Malik: I honestly expected you to be so much scarier what with your frighteningly bad manners.
  • Kadar: how about we not make him angry.
  • Malik: let my brother go.
  • Altair: if you take his place.
  • Malik: ...how about I kill you and then just take my brother?
  • Altair: ...
  • Kadar: ...Malik don't make him angry he has razor sharp teeth and claws like knives. I mean, you're good in a fight and all but he could take you. He's seven foot tall.
  • Malik: fine. I'll stay if you let Kadar go.
  • Altair: Fine.
  • Malik: Fine. SO I'LL JUST BE HERE IN THIS COLD, DREARY PRISON CELL BY MYSELF THEN.
  • Altair: no, you have to go to the fabulous room in my castle
  • Malik: fuck you no i don't.
  • Altair: I WILL MAKE YOU
  • Malik: I cannot believe that bastard is holding me prisoner in this lap of luxury.
  • Altair: I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW UNREASONABLE YOU ARE AT ALL TIMES
  • Malik: I can't believe you won't feed me just because I find your company literally repulsive. Why the hell do you even need me here to begin with? Were you getting lonely with nothing but the furniture to watch you throw your temper tantrums?
  • Altair: STARVE FOREVER YOU ASSHOLE
  • Malik: Bitch, whatever, your furniture already likes me best.
  • (Furniture: Dude we are never, ever getting this curse broken, ever.
  • Furniture 2: I miss my arms and legs. Do you think if we drug them and lock them in a room together and they have sex it'll break the spell?
  • Furniture: ...I think if we tried they'd kill one another.)
  • Altair: Since you are OBVIOUSLY TOO BORING TO LIVE, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LIBRARY.
  • Malik: PERHAPS I CAN READ YOU A BOOK YOU ILLITERATE ASSHOLE. OH LOOK HERE'S ONE ABOUT MANNERS THAT MIGHT BE RELEVANT TO YOUR LIFE.
  • Altair: I don't need books I can climb walls with my CLAWS.
  • Malik: I can feel myself growing stupider every day in you company.
  • Altair: SO TOMORROW YOU'LL HAVE THE IQ OF A ROCK?
  • Malik: ...I think you just insulted yourself.
  • Altair: No I didn't.
  • (Furniture: how about a song? we can just sing them into falling in love.
  • Furniture 2: no we have to put one of them in mortal danger so the other one realizes they secretly have feelings for the one in danger.
  • Furniture: ...you just want an excuse to light something on fire.)
  • Malik: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIGHT YOURSELF ON FIRE?
  • Altair: I'm covered in fur, dickwad
  • Malik: I cannot believe my life right now. I am literally rubbing snow on your giant naked body while your fur blows smoke up my nose.
  • Altair: Well, if you'd done something besides stand there and LAUGH we wouldn't be in this situation, would we?
  • (Furniture: oh my god.
  • Furniture 2: song or drugs. these are our choices now.)
  • Malik: did you put something in my food?
  • Altair: What is happening to my penis? Why is this happening?
  • Malik: ...are you kidding me right now?
  • Altair: I GOT CURSED AT LIKE AGE 11 OKAY. IT'S NOT LIKE SOMEONE TOOK THE TIME TO EXPLAIN A THING. Seriously though, it like wants to get closer to you.
  • Malik: you are a seven foot tall creature with three inch knives at the end of his fingers I don't think your mammoth dick will be getting anywhere near me.
  • Altair: but it wants you!
  • Malik: ...no.
  • (Furniture: SONG. OUR ONLY WEAPON IS SONG.
  • Furniture 2: *hums a tune*)
  • Altair: So, uh, when I got cursed the lady told me that I had to find someone to love me or I'd die at age twenty one.
  • Malik: When do you turn twenty one?
  • Altair: like tomorrow.
  • Malik: ..............................................
  • Altair: I'm only telling you because the lamps have been following me around aggressively singing about it all night.
  • Malik: at least it wasn't a feather duster with a lonely solo. What kind of love are we talking about here? Like forever or I'd do you for a night kind of love?
  • Altair: I'm not really sure. It happened pretty fast, I opened the door there was this hag and I was like ew no but she got all offended, killed my parents, took my kingdom, turned my servants into objects and abandoned me here as an eleven year old beast-child.
  • Malik: ...I did not think it was possible to feel sympathy for you but I think that's what's happening.
  • Altair: yeah, you'd think she'd be all like: look here child, there's more to life than how things look, or something. I mean I was a child. Also you're really good looking so I'm not sure what the ultimate moral of the story is.
  • Malik: *shrugs*
  • (Furniture: ok, new plan. We're going to storm the village, kidnap the brother and hold him as ransom until Malik declares his true and undying love for Altair.
  • Furniture 2: *takes all the knives* I'm ready.)
  • Altair: I...am not responsible for this.
  • Malik: I cannot believe I'm being forced into a shotgun wedding by a candelabra and a clock. OH ALTAIR THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR YOU IN MY HEART KNOWS NO MORTAL BOUNDS.
  • Altair: You could at least try to sound sincere.
  • Malik: whatever. get down here so I can kiss you.
  • Altair: at least I won't die without this final indignity.
  • Malik: ...*smooches Altair*
  • Altair: ...what's happening? *explodes into light, dramatically, entire castle is suddenly sparkling and pretty again, everything is awesome*
  • Malik: ...
  • Kadar: dude! kiss me!
  • Malik: what? No.
  • Kadar: you kissed him and he turned into a handsome prince with a house full of servants and an entire kingdom to obey him. Kiss me, I just want a horse and a girlfriend.
  • Malik: you are ridiculous and stupid.
  • Altair: ha! you liar. You said you didn't love me.
  • Malik: that is not what I said. I said the love that I feel for you in my heart knows no mortal bounds.
  • Altair: Yes but you were just being an asshole.
  • Malik: was I?
  • Altair: I thought?
  • Malik: maybe you shouldn't do that anymore. Now that you're man-sized and non-lethal how about we go to your room and I'll explain the whole sex thing to you.
  • Kadar: could someone untie me tho?
  • Kadar: no?
  • Kadar: that's fine.
  • Kadar: you'll come back eventually.
  • Kadar: ...won't you?
  • Kadar: MALIK!
Halloween 1998

@shadowalex2000 requested this, so if you want to be angry with someone go be angry with him. Draco was my addition I don’t know where that came from.


It had been a rough year for Harry, after the war he had shut himself up. He knew he had managed to save the Wizarding world and he was aware that it was a big deal and that he was a big deal but he just wanted to stay alone for a while.

He had distanced himself from Ginny, Hermione, Ron, everyone around him that he knew cared about him but just wasn’t in the mood for which sounded mean but he had lost so much in such a short span of time, he needed to heal before he could function as a normal human.

May was filled with all these funeral he wish he never had to attend, he went to every single one he could and stayed with the families, he made sure everyone knew how he appreciated their sacrifice.

He stayed with Andromeda during May to be with Teddy, he couldn’t forgive himself for giving Teddy a life without his parents, Remus sounded like he forgave him but Harry didn’t forgive himself. The boy with pink hair like Tonks and warm eyes like Remus whatever colour it was, he hurt every time he held him he felt calm but also sad.

June was a little bit better, Harry spent June with the Weasleys, they deserved that. Harry wanted to shut himself away much but he felt like he owed them a proper visit, helping Molly around the house, giving George all the time he needs, playing with Ginny’s hair every time she has a nightmare about Bellatrix and of course being there for Ron and Hermione. He knew he wasn’t the only one who lost loved ones on 2nd of May, but he, himself died too that day, nobody could have known what that feels like.

In July, McGonagall announced that they will be taking the 7th years of last year as 8th years back to Hogwarts so they can complete their educations. This was very important to Harry, the boy who lived could become an auror anytime but he wanted to become one as normal people did. He wanted to be normal so bad.

September came and he apparated to Hogsmeade with his fellow Dumbledore’s Army friends, none of them wanted the extra attention they would receive on Platform 9 ¾. McGonagall made the arrangement so that everyone could stay together, they were the children of war and McGonagall understood that, she knew that each of them needed one another to heal. Or just to have the chance to heal, the things those kids went through, she didn’t think any of them would be whole again.

Staying with people who have fought alongside him felt good because they didn’t ask for interviews or for comments, they treated him like a normal person. No one was the same person they were before the war, there were so many familiar faces missing, Harry sometimes went to the Room of Requirement or the Shrieking Shack to have a small outburst of feelings, Room of Requirement would provide him things he can break and throw to the walls, he never told anyone about these.

October came, Harry laughed for the first time since May in October. Andromeda had sent him a picture of Teddy in his costume which was a wolf with blue fur. Then it hit him Halloween was coming closer. He learnt the date of his parents death a year before when he visited Godric’s Hollow with Hermione on Christmas Eve. He thought about all the Halloween’s before this one, he never knew, he never grieved because no one had the decency to tell him.

31st of October came and the usual Halloween feast was under it’s way but Harry didn’t feel like eating or celebrating Halloween so he excused himself and went outside the castle. He knew these small celebrations were everyone’s attempt at feeling better. He slowly started walking down the hill to the tree where he once watched his father play with a snitch as Peter Pettigrew watched in awe. He sat down under that tree and stared into the darkness, he felt numb, he had so much inside him willing to come out but he would never let them free. Harry Potter was strong and he was thought by Vernon that crying was a weakness, wonder what they were doing, how Petunia was spending the day her sister died.

Harry looked up at the sky at the Moon and the brightest star, he thought about Remus and Sirius, all those times they talked about James and Lily and they never told him when they died, he first felt anger suddenly replaced by longing, he missed having them around the only reminders of his parents.

He heard something, when he turned around to check what it was he saw pale blond hair before he saw his face Harry knew who it was. 

“You have found my spot then, Potter” said Draco, they way he said Potter never changed, Harry felt like he was in second year.

“Didn’t know it was yours, Draco. I will leave no worries.” answered Harry, he pulled himself up and started making his way to the castle.

“I’m very sorry for your loss” mumbled Draco.

“It’s been 5 months–”

“No, not for that. I know today’s your parents’– you know” he had trouble talking, he was avoiding the word dead.

“Yes I do” said Harry with a small smile, he found it funny for some reason. Then it hit him, it was the first time some had said that, the first time someone had actually acknowledged that the day James and Lily Potter died, Harry had lost his parents. He felt something in his heart like someone was squeezing it too hard. He had never felt something so strong in his life and he felt his eyes burn. He had survived so much in the past year and not once he had cried, he realised the last time he cried was when Dumbledore died. He somehow kept his composure during the funerals, he had been criticised by Daily Prophet for looking too stone faced, luckily the families didn’t care.

Harry let it go all at once, Draco looked very surprised. Harry felt relief wash over him, Merlin it felt good to cry.

“I- I’m sorry Malfoy, I wish you never saw this” he said while laughing. The wave of relief was overwhelming.

“If it makes you feel good Potter” replied Draco. “The great Harry Potter having a break down in front of the infamous Draco Malfoy, Daily Prophet worthy title.” he added with a small grin.

“I never liked Halloweens myself” he continued and he kept on telling stories about why he didn’t like Halloweens as Harry cried his heart out. It was Draco’s way of dealing with the absurdity of the situation.

Harry calmed down slowly after crying for what it felt like months, he felt better.

“You didn’t have to be such a drama queen to be my friend Potter, a simple question would have sufficed” teased Draco.

“I never really thanked you for not giving me away at the Malfoy Manor, so, uh, thank you” said Harry.

“I knew you regretted not accepting my hand first year” replied Draco as he got up. He offered a hand to Harry and he took it this time around.

“Don’t get over yourself Malfoy, I genuinely hated you until this year, right now I hate you a little less” said Harry as he took his glasses to clean them and they made their way up to the castle slowly. 

Harry was glad it was Draco who found him and it wasn’t any of his actual friends, if it was them Harry would have kept it to himself because he wouldn’t want them to worry. This felt strange but it felt right.

Dean is trying to get Cas laid in a bar and things end in way Dean hadn’t quite expected.


Be Direct

“No, don’t stare,” Dean was lecturing in frustration, hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. Cas, head snapping forward, twitched his eyes back and forth, wondering silently how one went about not staring. Was he not always, technically, staring?

Beside the two, first beer still in hand, Sam was laughing, head shaking as he leaned his elbows up against the bar. He was quite settled to simply watch and see how this whole scheme of Dean’s went.

“How am I to qualify my interest if I don’t evaluate my options?” Cas asked, just as frustrated as Dean with the situation.

“By not staring at every woman in the bar for five minutes straight!” Dean hissed.

“That is an exaggeration.”

“Christ Cas, how’d you ever get laid in the first place?” Huffing, Dean had leaned heavily against the bar, his beer mug sitting half full beside him as he looked Cas critically up and down. Now, granted, guy wasn’t the youngest looking, and the coat was a bit frumpy, but still, Dean was certain he shouldn’t have any problems. Just so long as he quit with the long, critical stares at everyone.

“It wasn’t that difficult,” Cas replied, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he cocked his head to the side. “She came on to me actually, so there was very little work involved. Until the intercourse.”

Sam snorted, beer sputtering from between his lips.

“Right…” Dean deadpanned, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. “Well, first thing’s first, you can’t stare like that, alright? It’s creepy.” Dean knew plenty from experience. Granted, Cas’s intense eye contact had long since lost its creep factor with him, but that was a special case. Him and Cas were practically best friends. They could just read each other like that, through their eyes. Nothing weird about it.

“How am I to evaluate my options then?” Cas turned to look at Dean, a small frown creasing his curious expression.

“You skim,” Dean explained, allowing his own gaze scan the room as he did. Shadows, pool, cigarette smoke hovering above their heads – typical seedy place they frequented. It was happy hour however, so there was a generous number of patrons around, as well as quite a few ladies looking for attention.

He returned his look to Cas. “Only time you stare is if someone catches your eye, and even then, you don’t stare like… like you do.”

“Like I do?”

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Prince!Woozi AU

I’m so sorry, I know that there are already so many Prince!AUs but I just had to write this!! I don’t know if I’ll do any other Prince!AUs for the other members. Maybe I should just finish my royal servant!seventeen AU

Dt: @kikhwa because you said you wanted me to tag you in ALL my AUs (but I’m not sure if you meant that you wanted to be tagged for only the royal servant!seventeen AU?) and @with-woozi because you made me have major Woozi feels lmao

  • Very strict on the servants and expects the very best out of them
  • But it’s only because he’s under a lot of stress and is constantly pressured by his father to become the best ruler
  • He’s always studying the history of his kingdom and other kingdoms, learning about different cultures and customs and such
  • Basically learns about things that will help him become a better ruler
  • Tends to overwork himself and is always multitasking
  • Never goes out into town because he’s too busy working
  • Whenever officials from other kingdoms make remarks about him or question his capability to run the kingdom he gets SO MAD because honestly he works so hard WHAT GIVES THEM THE RIGHT TO JUDGE HIM??? THEY’RE JUST A BUNCH OF OLD MEN!!
  • An official from another kingdom once flat-out said that Jihoon wouldn’t make a good leader and so Jihoon just kind of clenched his fists and just went over to the guy and tried to fight him, but was held back by his servants
  • He was scolded by his father and was ordered to control his temper
  • Now whenever someone makes a comment or questions his ability to be a leader, Woozi just kind of brushes it off and makes a comment about the person so casually that the person will be confused as to whether or not Woozi just insulted them (spoiler alert: he did)
  • But since he still has a lot of stress, Jihoon’s advisor suggested he do something to help relieve all the pent-up stress
  • So what Woozi does is he sword fights with the knights (specifically, knight!Jun)
  • He’s actually really good at sword fighting and everyone is surprised because they didn’t expect him to be THAT good
  • But since he’s either working to improve himself or sword fighting he’s tired quite often
  • If you’re a servant then you probably go into his private study to tidy up but then you find Woozi sleeping on the desk, his hand still clutching his pen
  • He looks so exhausted and you know that you should really wake him up, but you don’t
  • Instead, you cover him with your apron (because all of the blankets in the room are dirty and you really don’t have time to go and fetch one from another room) and slightly move his position so that he’s more comfortable
  • Woozi is really surprised and confused when he wakes up and finds your apron around his shoulders, but he sees your name sewn into the inside of the pockets
  • So he spends a good forty minutes walking around the castle, asking all the servants if they know where he can find you
  • Servant!Seungcheol says that he knows you and offers to take Woozi to you
  • Woozi accepts and the two of them go off into one of the castle’s rooms where you’re changing the bedsheets
  • Your back is to them, and Woozi kind of walks to you, ready to just hand over the apron and get it done with because honestly he’s been doing this for 40 minutes now he has other things to do
  • But then you turn around
  • You have a polite smile on your face, and Jihoon is kind of just frozen because the sun is shining through the window and illuminating your figure
  • Jihoon wasn’t prepared for you to look so cute so he’s just red-faced and flustered and he’s stuttering and trying to grasp onto a coherent sentence
  • So he just kind of holds out your apron like “H-here…t-t-t-thanks f-for, uh..I-I..thanks”
  • You’re just like it was no problem and you take your apron back from him and yOUR FinGERS toUCH  and Woozi gets so RED so he turns around and runs out of the room
  • Servant!Seungcheol is kind of jogging next to him with a sly little smirk like I saw what happened back there~you like them~you think they’re purdy~
  • `Woozi is just like NO, I DO NOT! I-It was just hot in that room…that’s all
  • And Seungcheol is still jogging next to him like sure~~you TOTALLY don’t like them~~
  • And Woozi is just like shUT UP! DON’T YOU HAVE WORK TO DO???!?!?!?!
  • There was one time when Woozi ran out of supplies so he had to go down and ask for some and you and Seungcheol were the only ones there
  • So Woozi had to walk up and ask you for supplies and he was really embarrassed but what made it worse was that Seungcheol was standing behind you, wiggling his eyebrows and making kissy faces and being such a grease ball
  • Basically had to bribe Seungcheol to just stOP (and he also may have challenged Seungcheol to a sword fight and scared the dude to death but shhh)
  • Sometimes Woozi will get really depressed because all the pressure and stress is crushing him so he’ll like to take really long and calming walks in the castle garden and he’ll also sometimes sing to himself
  • You were in the gardens one day and saw Woozi walk by and thought he looked a bit lonely so you started to walk next to him without saying anything and looked at the scenery
  • Woozi had to do a double-take and was really surprised like is that really them??? Is it just my imagination??? because he has on more than one occasion imagined that you were taking nice walks with him but he never thought it would actually happen
  • You just look up at him really innocently like “mind if I join you?”
  • And Woozi is really shy and just stutters out that it’s alright
  • And for a while it’s very nice, almost like a date which actually makes Woozi very happy
  • But it’s not as calming as it’s supposed to be because you are so CLOSE to him
  • Your hand is dangerously close to bumping into his and your arms are slightly brushing against his and he can see every detail of you like your very kissable lips, your eyes, your soft skin, it’s just toO MUCh to hANDLe
  • So Woozi has to excuse himself, saying he has work to do, and runs the entire way from the garden to the castle and he’s out of breath and breathing heavily, but it’s not because he was running it’s because !!you!!were!!right!!there!!next!!to!!him!!
  • And servant!Seungcheol somehow managed to get pictures of you and Prince!Woozi which he send to Woozi and the prince turns 50 shades of pink it’s adorable
  • There’s a time where Woozi was just kind of tired while he was working so he rested his head on the table and focused on breathing and he heard someone come in but didn’t move
  • He slightly opens his eyes and sees that it’s you so he just tenses up like !?!?why are they here?!?!
  • You just drape your apron over him and make sure that it’s all snug
  • When you look at him he looks so comfortable and soft and squishy you just can’t resist so you lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead and just leave
  • And Woozi just m e l t s
  • Prince!Woozi works really hard to be a good ruler, but all he really wants to do is take nice, romantic walks with you in the garden and hold your hand and place soft kisses on your face. But he’ll continue to work hard because he wants to show you that he can be a great ruler and hopefully you’ll fall in love with his determination and hard work
Let Me Love You pt. 5 [End]

Summary: She never really looked at Bucky that way, but she just recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend and Bucky is more than willing to help her get her mind off of him. Maybe she would let him help, if only he would stop being so infuriatingly annoying for just one second. A five part mini-series based on Ariana Grande’s ‘Let Me Love You’

Word Count: 947 (so short, I’m sorry!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Unnamed female character

A/N: So this is the end. Thanks so much for reading. This will not be the last of me, I promise. So if you like what you read, maybe follow me for more? Hope you like it!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Originally posted by lancetucker

They hadn’t even made it out of the front door.

Steve, Wanda, Natasha, and Vision were all sat on the couches, watching television in the common room when the pair came into the room; laughing and holding hands, talking about some stupid cat video she had shown Bucky on YouTube. 

“Right, but imagine T’Challa.” She laughed, making Bucky throw his head back in laughter at the tiny kitten who was going crazy over a laser pointer.

Natasha was the first one to notice them. Her eyes dropped down to their linked hands and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Next were Steve and Sam who shared a very, confused look. But then Sam whispered an ‘I told ya so’, to his best friend. Wanda and Vision just smiled, happy that they were no longer the only couple on the team.

“Where are you two going?” The voice belonged to Steve. It was his ‘dad-voice’ as she liked to call it. And she could practically see his face before she turned around. 

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anonymous asked:

You hate me but this girl that I don't like is chasing me so pretend to be my girlfriend au

a/n: you can shit talk me in all your group chats, i know this is a poor excuse of browser data


“Oh, dear fuck.”

Percy’s been trying his very hardest not to be a complete mess about his break up. Calypso and he had only been dating for a couple of months, after all, when she broke things off. But he still felt shaken when he saw her around town, shopping, laughing, working, like she was having the time of her life, free of him and free of their relationship. As if he wasn’t, like, worthy of at least a little bit of heartbreak. He thought he had to be.

It’s not like he was super hung up over her, but he was big enough to admit he was hoping she was missing him. Wanting to prove to her that even though she ended things under the excuse that they didn’t have enough time for each other (though Percy knew she actually wanted to get back together with her ex-girlfriend) he was still doing fine. He was happier. Whatever.

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Strange Magic: Just imagine…if it *had* been Love At First Sight
  • Bog: "ANNNND I AM NOT AMUUUSSSE -"
  • Bog and Marianne: *eyes meet*
  • Bog: *abruptly stops singing*
  • Marianne: *eyes widen*
  • Bog: "…"
  • Goblins: *stare at each other all "Uh, what happened to that musical number we rehearsed?"*
  • Elves and Fairies: * stare at each other all "Uh, why is Princess Marianne looking at that creepy Goblin like that?"*
  • Marianne and Bog: *still staring at each other*
  • Bog: "…"
  • Bog: "…RIGHT."
  • Bog: "Uh -"
  • Bog: "Um -"
  • Everyone: *still staring at them confusedly*
  • Bog: "…Uh, guys, you should…let her go. Um, yeah, let's let her go -"
  • Goblins: "Uh, Sire, is that really a good idea -"
  • Bog: "LET HER GO OR I SWEAR I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOUR MIDDLE NAMES MISERY."
  • Goblins: *let Marianne go*
  • *Marianne gets up and slowly approaches Bog*
  • Marianne: "Uh…thank you. Uh, do you…do you think that you could let my sister -"
  • Bog: "OH. Oh, um, aye, yes of course…"
  • Bog and Marianne: *still staring at each other*
  • Sunny: "Uh, Marianne? They already took her to the Forest -"
  • Marianne: "Then...I guess I'm going to the Forest, aren't I?" *gives Bog a little grin*
  • Bog: *immediately blushes and tries not to grin like a huge dork*
  • Marianne: *Oh my god oh my god no no no he's BLUSHING I'm making him BLUSH oh my god I'm gonna die - *
  • Fairy King: "ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOUNG LADY, I FORBID YOU TO FLY INTO THE DARK -"
  • Marianne: "I'M GOING TO THE DARK FOREST AND I WILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO TRIES TO STOP ME. DOES ANYONE WANT TO TRY?!"
  • Everyone:
  • Marianne: "Didn't think so."
  • Bog: *Oh my god oh my god oh my god she's so FEROCIOUS and FIERCE I'm gonna die she's AMAZING - *
  • Bog and Marianne: *fly off together*
  • Roland: "…Well that's gonna make things a bit more difficult."

I dunno, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed and off lately, so I just needed some Bokuto hugs.

Kuroo draws in a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on his hands.  With a sigh, he squeezes his eyes shut and draws his knees to his chest.

He has no reason to be upset.  He’s doing fine in university.  He’s almost the point of being a regular on the volleyball team, even as a first year.  He’s kept in contact with his friends back home, and has met plenty of new ones.

Most days he’s completely fine.

But some days, he’s not.

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