me every 1pm – HHH i’m so sorry if you messaged me and haven’t gotten a reply yet (here && on IG) – i read them all and i think you are all so sweet and kind (thank you so much) and i wanna reply to you all asap but aaah life is so busy right now ;;v;;
i like compiling asks and keeping them categorized so it’s easier for everyone (and for future me when i decide to reread some of them) – but tbh i do the compiling when i have free time at work // that’s why i can’t compile them right now – there’s too much stuff to do in the office and when i get home i work on some art stuff until like 1am-2am and then repeat for the next day ;;v;;
i’ll try to answer a set this week (starting with the more recent ones) – but asdsgfdg please know i’m not ignoring anyone ;;v;; i really do appreciate you all and your support inspires me and keeps me going ;v; Thank you so much! ♥
“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.” “Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?” “Listen… I’m here for you.” “Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!” “I love you more than I love [favourite thing].” “I could hug you all day.” “Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.” “Hey, I bought you something.” “Hey, I made you something.” “You did this for me? Thankyou!” “You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.” “I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.” “They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” “You’re my favourite person.” “Have I ever told you how great you are?” “Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?” “Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.” “I’m freezing, hold me.”
I thought about this question for a long time after you asked me. And after days of racking my brain I still had not come up with an answer, that is until I was standing in line at Dunkin Donuts this morning waiting to order my coffee as I do nearly every morning. When there was an elderly couple in front of me, they were laughing with each other, and it made me smile. There I was being pessimistic because it was 7 in the morning and I was so overly tired and in a bad mood. But they were standing there as though there was no where in the world they would rather be. And I thought to myself I wonder what its been like, sharing a cup of coffee with the same person for that many years. And that’s when it dawned on me. I knew what was missing.
Seems like a pretty simple answer, huh? But I don’t necessarily mean love in the way youre probably thinking about it. I mean it in the simpliest of ways, in the “drive safely”, “text me when you make it home”, the “I hope youre doing okay”, or “have a good day”. I mean it in the sense of friendship, companionship, dependency, empathy, and affection. I mean love in every sense of the form. I mean It in the having someone to turn to on your darkets of days, or someone to share the brightest of ones with. I mean it in the singing in the passenger seat of your car kinda love, or the eat frozen yogurt and cry on your bad days.
But most importantly, the form of love I am missing, is self love. Many times I am so concerned with being there for others or trying to help everyone around me, bringing them up, that I forget about me too. i think that’s why i keep looking for people. because i’m looking for that love that’s missing from my life in someone else. and i keep being let down because no one is going to love me the way that i should love me. I wanna be so content within myself that I don’t look for these things in someone else anymore. I wanna sing in the car by myself, I wanna buy the elderly couples coffees and I wanna be okay knowing im going to drink mine by myself.
-As I passed by the guest services desk, I noticed that something felt strange. Upon further inspection, I saw a Storm Trooper, standing four feet tall, sporting bunny ears, reaching out to offer a stack of REDcard brochures to anyone who passed by. I understood instantly why this set off a red flag for me. Easter is over a month away. This is too early for bunny ears, by any means.
-A woman demanded that her husband remove their son from the store as the son had taken to looking at the models in the swim suit advertisements. I understand her concern. Four year-olds are notorious scoundrels and womanizers and must be stopped before they go too far.
-As I was folding clothing at the fitting room, a girl stepped out from behind a wall. She performed a brief dance and sang, “I wanna go home!” She then stepped back behind the wall, presumably to her home, never to be seen again.
-I heard the voice of a girl chanting, “Aww yeah,” from within a dressing room for an extended period of time. I hope one day to have her enthusiasm for life, as she was clearly living it to the fullest.
-A woman asked me whether an item being on clearance meant that it was maternity wear. I am positively delighted to finally be asked a question which I know the answer to.
-Despite being little more than a passerby in a red shirt, I got roped into working electronics for five minutes. Thankfully, my extensive zero minutes of training in the department came in very handy.
-A man walked through the shoe section. I know this to be true, as he was whispering to himself, “I am a man,” throughout his entire journey.
I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. I hate confrontation, and fear making someone, especially you, mad. You whisper in my ear every night, ‘I’m always here for you.’ I trust you, and that’s a big thing for me. It’s not easy though, to just say how I feel. I fall way too hard and fast. I love too easily. One day, you’ll be like the rest. One day you’ll realize, I’m not easy to love. I take my feelings I cannot express, and take it out on you. I get so frustrated with my mess of emotions and thoughts, I get upset by the smallest thing. It sets me off. I take you always being here for me for granted, because I say stuff you don’t wanna here. Fuck, I just want to express my feelings for you, and with you. I’m sorry it’s so hard. I’m sorry you’re going to get tired of it too.
How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)
Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here
“You wanna play cards? I brought
them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
You looked down at Yoosung, who
was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
“Lemme guess… you’ve never played
Seven minutes in Heaven.”
Yoosung paused for a second before
shaking his head
You sat down next to him and
He’s so cute…
“So what game do you wanna play,
But then again, this IS
Seven minutes in heaven
Yoosung’s face turned bright red
In one quick moment, your shirt
was thrown across the room
“Okay, now you’re turn.”
Yoosung who had now achieved a
new shade of red blatantly
stared at your chest
“I-I… uhh, w-well-“
“SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
What the hell?
Yoosung looked behind you
“I think it came from the other
side of the door.”
You stood up and opened the closet
door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
“So,” you crossed your arm and
looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain
The two of them began stuttering
“W-Well Yoosung’s never played
“-I heard you were taking off your
“-And I thought he might need
“-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
You glared at them
“First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and
“We were in the middle of
You looked back at Yoosung, who
had taken off his shirt
“And now that MC and I are even, I’d
like to get back to the game.”
Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s
words, his face was as red as ever
You turned back around and smirked
“You heard the man!”
Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both
mumbling curses under their breath.
You closed the door behind them
“Now, where were we?”
In the end the two of you ended
up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of
“W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control
You walked over to the closet and
gave Zen a smirk
“Who says you need to?”
0.1 seconds later Zen was standing
in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
You closed the door and
“So,” you clapped your hands
together, “Show me what you got.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
You raised an eyebrow, “I think
you already know the answer to that.”
“This is gonna be-“
Was all Zen could get out before
hitting his head on the light
You rushed over to Zen, who was
now bent over in pain
“Are you okay? Do you need ice?
How bad does it hurt?”
1. “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 2. “You know how I feel about birthdays.” 3. “You can’t ask me to do that.” 4. “Oh, you scared me!” 5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” 6. “You really… That’s not exactly meant to be eaten.” 7. “This is my favorite song!” 8. “You’re so drunk.” 9. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not leaving you.” 10. “It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.” 11. “Don’t be stupid.” 12. “Of course I love you.” 13. “Don’t you ever do that again!” 14. “Have you ever thought about… like… us?” 15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.” 16. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” 17. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 18. “You’re my favorite muse.” 19. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.” 20. “I promise, it’s just this once.” 21. “You owe me.” 22. “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?” 23. “Is that my shirt?” 24. “Wanna go for a drive?” 25. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” 26. “Fancy meeting you here.” 27. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” 28. “Well, this is awkward.” 29. “Give it back!” 30. “Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?” 31. “Why are you crying?” 32. “Just this once, okay?” 33. “You’re really soft.” 34. “Is it possible to love too much?” 35. “I will always be there protect you.” 36. “The stars look especially lovely tonight.” 37. “May I have this dance?” 38. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 39. “All I want is you.” 40. “You look incredible in that.” 41. “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.” 42. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” 43. “I think I’m in love.” 44. “I’d like it if you stayed. 45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.” 46. “Can I kiss you?” 47. “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.” 48. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on” 49. “I’m really drunk, please help me.” 50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” 51. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ” 52. “I think you might be pregnant.” 53. "Shh… I’m sleeping.” 54. “Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”
The other option I wrote out was something that Yoosung wouldn’t actually do, so deleted it
Jaehee was working herself too hard
She hadn’t taken a break since they’d opened the café
MC manages to convince Jaehee to take a day off with her and close cafe early so that they can go see Zen’s musical together
However, a few days before their evening out, Jaehee books a private event at the cafe when the play is supposed to start
They argue about it because Jaehee thinks it will be a great chance to promote the cafe, but MC says Jaehee promised and needs some time away from work
In the end, they just pout at each other and don’t speak for a little while
MC goes to the musical alone and no, she’s not being stubborn, Jaehee is!
After the play, Zen asks MC to come backstage so she can ask about Jaehee, but MC explains everything that happened
Zen agrees to go with her to the cafe to talk to Jaehee during the private event, as he wants to see her as well (he likes hanging out with the two of them)
When they arrive, the party is in full swing, someone tries to force them out because “it’s a private event”, but before MC can state she’s a co-owner, a guest recognizes Zen and says they’re with her
MC goes to find Jaehee and sees her being kissed by another woman
Granted, it’s on the cheek, but it took forever for Jaehee to get comfortable with PDA from MC
So MC turns around and walks out to go home and cry
The next day, MC proposes they break up before the cafe opens and anyone else is there, even saying she found all the documents online to give/sell her half of the cafe to Jaehee
Jaehee is very quick to stop this line of thinking and the two of them have a long, serious talk about all their problems
Jaehee ends up agreeing to take one day off a month to go on a date with MC, but only if MC will help her rake in more customers with events and such
It’s their one year anniversary of being married
In months leading up to it, Zen made a bigger deal of it than she did
Not to mention, Valentine’s Day and Christmas were his favorite holiday and he’d gone all out for those every single time
And not only does Zen forget
But he goes out drinking after work with a few cast mates
He even makes a post inviting fans to come hang out with them
He’s posting things on his FB page, twitter and Instagram the whole time
MC had made a nice dinner to surprise him when he got home, but when she saw his social media, she goes on the Messenger and cries
She ends up packing a bag and is getting into a cab to go Jaehee’s place for a little while (she was sweet enough to offer her couch if MC needed some time away)
Zen comes home right about then, a little too drunk, and asks where she’s going
“Check the Messenger.” Is all she says before she slams the door
Zen goes inside and sees and…. fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!
How could he have been such a jerk!!
He sees the beautiful meal she made, the remnants of candles, and so on, and he’s fucked up, royally
When he gets a notification that MC is online, he jumps on, interrupting a conversation between her and Jumin about the furball
Immediately, she logs off
In the morning, he goes to work, he does what he has to, then he goes to Jaehee’s.
Jaehee lets him in because she wants him to apologize to MC (who had been crying a lot because of him)
He swears it’ll never happen again
He begs forgiveness
He even promises to give her a whole day, just for her, if only she’ll come home
She agrees, but only just barely, and even then, she refuses to share the bed with him
Zen immediately calls his director, claims to be sick and says he needs a day off
He sleeps on the floor next to the couch because he refuses to be away from her until she forgives him
He takes her on a long, romantic date, treats her like more than a princess, when people ask what the occasion is, he tells the truth; he forgot their first anniversary and is making it up to her
They first shame him, then they give him advice or free stuff to help (or they just give it to her with a sad, “oh honey, I’m so sorry he forgot.”)
Halfway through the day, she says that being mad at him is exhausting and she just want to go home and take a nap
He refuses because he promised her a day and now he plans to make it a day
When they’re stoped in the park by some of his fans, he excuses himself from them, politely stating he’s on a date with his wife
The girls “awwwww” because it’s super cute how enamored with her he is
By the time they get home, she’s exhausted and can’t believe he packed so much into one day
But it doesn’t end there
He draws her up a bubble bath (and joins her after setting something up)
And when they get out, he has candles lit in their bedroom
Love making ensues
The morning, she aches in all the right ways, and is surprised when Zen drags her back into bed when she tries to get up to eat, and whispers that because he had so much fun yesterday, he called out sick today too
But this time, he plans on them staying home all day ;)
One of Jumin’s high society “friends” says that MC is “kind of plain” and “surprisingly uncultured” and “clumsy”
To Jumin’s face
MC knows she can be clumsy, but it genuinely wasn’t her fault she bumped into that guy and spilled her drink on him
Hell, she’s heard comments like this before, and she’s honestly not even really bothered by them
Until Jumin agrees with him
She walks out of the party without saying a word, is driven back to the pent house and packs up her things
Anything Jumin has bought her with his money, she throws in the garbage
She ends up with a surprisingly small backpack from her high school days
She writes a note, “Since I’m so uncultured, I didn’t know the proper protocol for this, so I’m sorry if it’s not to your tastes. But I am leaving. I won’t tell you where I’m going. Hopefully the absence of my plain face won’t bother you.”
To her surprise, Elizabeth blocks her way and won’t let her leave the penthouse
She manages to get past Elizabeth eventually, but by then she has 10 missed calls from Jumin, 1-5 from the other RFA members, and bumps into Jumin in the lobby on her way out
He’s so relieved she’s okay, but MC fibs to him and says her mother is in the hospital and she needs to go visit right away, and she wants to go alone
He allows this because he knows how stubborn and independent she can be
When she’s in the car, she reads the messages, finds out that Jumin noticed her absence near-immediately and went looking for her
When he couldn’t find her, he panicked
He and the RFA all assumed that she had been kidnapped
She ends up actually just going to her mothers, and once Driver Kim has left, she goes to a hotel to stay the night
As soon as she’s checked in, she gets a call from Jumin demanding to know where she is. He refuses to lose her.
“Maybe next time, pick someone better suited to you,” she says. “Some one beautiful and graceful and refined. Like maybe Sarah.” Then she hangs up.
He calls her all through the night, although she shut her phone off pretty quickly
In the morning, she listens to his messages as he gets increasingly more desperate, even breaking down into tears at some point
After breakfast is delivered to her room, she gets a call from 707, who starts speaking so frantically, she can’t understand him
What he boils it down to is, “Thank god you turned on your phone, Jumin paid me a lot of money to track you down, and I can’t fail him. I have to fill up my babies with premium~”
This whole conversation happens while she’s eating
Then there’s a knock on the door as she finishes her food
With a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and 707 still on the phone in her hand, she answers the door to three security guards and Jumin
The toast falls out of her mouth
Jumin forces himself inside the room, shuts the door, and grabs her phone
“Thank you, Luciel, the money will be wired to you by the end of the day.”
Jumin then hangs up and throws the phone across the room
He then grabs MC and kisses her
When he pulls away, she sees how bedraggled he looks. He’s still wearing the same suit form the night before, it’s wrinkled and his hair is a mess
He begs her never to leave him again
He apologizes a million times, telling her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met and that he was barely even paying attention to what that man said, he didn’t even realize until it was too late
He loves her too much to lose her
MC ends up realizing she hurt him just as much as he hurt her and apologizes for leaving like that, for saying the things she did, it was unfair
After holding each other for a little while, Jumin declares he’s going to take a day off of work, and they are going to stay in this hotel room until the next day
MC just rolls her eyes at this, but sure, fine, whatever
He’d been acting… distant
Of course, part of it was because he was keeping an eye on Saeran, who was having a really bad stream of episodes
More than once, Saeran had lashed out at one or both of them
It didn’t help that Saeyoung was trying really hard to get out of the spy life and was doing his best to keep hackers away from them
MC did the best she could not to be a burden on him since he had so much on his plate
If MC was around, she’d help around the house by cleaning, making decent meals for the brothers, making sure they at least tried to eat, and so on
One day, however, Saeyoung snaps at MC that he’s fine, he doesn’t need her to put on a show and he just needs her to leave
When she comes back a few hours later with food and note with a joke on it, he’s still frustrated and says he told her to get out
So MC says goodbye to Saeran and goes home
She stops texting him good morning and good night at this point
At first, he just assumes she forgot, no big deal, that or she’s mad at him
Goes on for three days, then he realizes he’s hungry and Saeran almost sets fire to the kitchen trying to cook with some of the ingredients MC bought and left behind
Saeyoung cooks, but its not as good
He goes to check on MC at her apartment, only to find all the cameras are taped over, so he has to go in person
When he gets there, MC refuses to open the door
When Saeyoung asks why, she informs him that, she’s been trying her best to take care of him and Saeran, but Saeyoung continues to push her away
After everything they’ve been through, and he’s still pushing her away
Saeran really isn’t the best company, either, but she doesn’t blame him for that
When Saeyoung told her he didn’t need her, that he didn’t want her, MC decided that, if that’s what he thought would make him happy, she’d listen
He doesn’t need to see her again
Guess who’s begging for forgiveness through her apartment door?
Saeyoung just starts apologizing uncontrollably, saying he didn’t mean it, he loves her, needs her, Saeran needs her totally doesn’t almost ruin the apology by saying that they really need her to cook because Saeran can’t, and he’s not very good
Eventually MC lets him in and they hug and kiss and make up
MC also starts teaching Saeran to cook so there aren’t anymore… incidents
soon Saeran is a better cook than she is, but he doesn’t let Saeyoung have any when he “acts weird” and more often than not, if he goes to deliver food to his brother, he dumps the plate on the table in such a way that some of the food usually goes flying
aww ok :( even just otayuri week headcanons or drabbles from you would be awesome! ahh i love thse prompts so much <3
Ahhhh, I can do that for you, nonny! :D Day 2′s prompts are Social Media or Celebration; I’ve written bad-at-social-media!Otabek, now let’s try the reverse.
Otabek is surprisingly good at Instagram? Mostly because he lives away from his family, and he needs a non-taxing way of keeping them updated about his life. He posts multiple times a day - shows off his daily meals so his mother doesn’t worry, photos of him practising on the rink so Yuri doesn’t nag him about it.
When he starts dating Yuri, he posts a photo of their hands clasped together, and captions it ❤, and Yuri just about dies.
When they’re not together, Otabek posts a photo of Yuri every few days. The caption is always around the lines of: “#myheart #imisshimalready”. Yuri video-calls him to sulkily tell him that he loves Otabek a lot, and misses him a whole lot, so if Otabek can just stop being a fucking sap and making everything worse, that would be great.
He comments on all of Yuri’s posts? And is the definition of Embarrassing Boyfriend (almost on par with Victor, it’s like Otabek is taking classes from him or something), but he’s so terribly earnest in his affection for Yuri that Yuri can’t really complain about it.
Drunk!Otabek posts a video one night rambling about how wonderful Yuri is, how much he loves Yuri, and how he’s going to marry Yuri one day, just y’all wait. Victor screams, Mila screams, Georgi screams; Yuri just stares at the looped video in stunned silence.
Otabek wakes up the next day to way too many Instagram notifications, but the most important one comes from Yuri’s account - yes.
Summary: Based on the prompt: “I have a key to the theatre, and sometimes I go there when I need to think. Apparently so do you.”
Words: 5,296 (ren and i are just…yeah)
A/N: From Ren (@alexanderhamllton) - Guys, it happened!!! Here’s my first collab with Liv, which I’m so so excited about, we wrote the whole thing in one afternoon and I couldn’t be more proud of the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3
From Liv - I am still dizzy from how much I enjoyed writing this. I finally had the honour of collaborating with Ren (aka real human sunshine) and it was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Honestly, it is amazing. Happy reading!
There is something very beautiful about a
theatre without an audience. It is filled to the brim with potential, all these
seats just waiting to be filled, an empty stage that could become an entirely
different universe. The lights are dimmed down, and from inside a deserted
Richard Rodgers, it is as if the entire world has stopped spinning.
I would like to know your opinion in a possible Langst topic that my mind suddenly created. Lance having memory problems. Opinion?
Lance has memory problems, always has, always will. When he was young it was less noticeable, but now that he’s older, its very very very noticable if he doesn’t take medicine. He takes his medicine bottle with him everywhere, because he needs to know exactly where they are ( the inside pocket of his jacket) but now that hes in space, he doesnt have a system too go too when he gets particularly bad days. He doesn’t have people to go to anymore. No one on the ship knows, not even Hunk. But then… he runs out of medicine and he panics. He ends up going to Coran about it, and Coran is like “Okay we got some medicine for that, we might have to alter it though” and Lance is like “Yessss” because he doesn’t wanna bother anyone else. Thing is though, the medicine takes a week or two to alter, and Lance starts forgetting things. Of course the team notices, and one day he forgets where he is, and starts racing down the halls screaming in Spanish (I hc this as his first language) and Hunk has to talk too him, confused as all hell, and Coran explains while Lance regains some of his memories.
The whole team are like, “Why wouldn’t he tell us?” Hunk especially and then when he gets back on medication, they ask. He doesn’t tell them everything, just saying it was personal, but Hunk and Keith corner him later, and he spills his guts about not wanting to be a burden. Again. To which both of them are shocked because Lance had never said anything, never even implied he wasn’t okay. So they become Lance protection squad and basically protect him, the smol beans.
I met Baz three years ago on tumblr. One day I saw an edit of his on my dash and I went to check his blog. The guy made black and white aesthetics that looked awesome in a dark sort of way. So I started to follow him. After he reblogged a video of a guy playing violin, I decided to send him a message.
Dragonwings61: for a disturbed guy, you really have an interesting choice in music
Disturbed-pitch: So because I’m disturbed you feel like I’m not allowed to like classical music?
Dragonwings61: Shit sorry didn’t mean it like that.
Dragonwings61: What I meant to say was
Dragonwings61: I’ve never really heard classic music before but I really liked the song :)
Disturbed-pitch: It’s one of my favourites, you should try to listen to more :)
It started there and we haven’t stopped talking since. We became so close that last year I really wanted to see what he looked like. He’d become my best friend and I wanted to see his face.
Dragonwings61: I wanna ask you something
Disturbed-pitch: Hey. What is it?
Dragonwings61: I’ve been thinking about this a lot
Dragonwings61: And I really don’t want you to freak out ok?
Disturbed-pitch: Go on.
Dragonwings61: I just
Dragonwings61: I really wanna see what you look like
Dragonwings61: pls don’t freak out, If you’re not comfortable with this pls forget I ever asked
Disturbed-pitch: It’s fine Simon… I thought about it myself quite a few times lately.
Dragonwings61: so is that a yes?
Disturbed-pitch: Yes I’d like to see your stupid face too :)
Dragonwings61: I bet your face looks more stupid than mine
Disturbed-pitch: We shall see
We exchanged photos and one day, I was having trouble with my homework–I’d never cared for math–and he wanted to help me out so we skyped. And I’m glad we did. Baz is beautiful. He rolls his eyes a lot at me and fucking sneers but… I just really like looking at him. I like Baz a lot.
After that we became even closer. We talked almost everyday, first only for a few minutes then for hours on end. We would just turn skype on and do our own thing, like studying, or reading. Baz even played violin a few times for me to see and it was so fucking beautiful. Everything he does is perfect.
Now it’s the end of the summer and I’m going to university in a few days. I haven’t figured out what I want to major in but I’ll try a few different classes and see what sticks.
I told Baz my plan of moving to London months ago–I live in Manchester and Baz leaves in Hampshire–and he hasn’t said a word as to where he’s going. I’d love to meet him one day… I’ve just never had the courage to ask him. But I really want to touch him, make sure he’s real. I mean, of course he’s real, but I’ve never seen him outside of my screen before.
I’m at my laptop scrolling through tumblr when Baz asks to skype. I accept.
“Hey Baz.” I smile at him. I’m always happy to see him.
“Listen… I’ve been meaning to tell you something for awhile.”
I stare at him through the screen. Why is he nervous? He’s making me feel nervous “Okay.”
“I just…” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair “You know that I’m going to university.”
I look at him expectantly. Is he finally telling me where he’s going? It’s not like him to keep things a secret; not from me anyway.
“This doesn’t have to mean anything but–” he continues, and he’s blushing right now and I feel like blushing myself just by the way he’s looking at me. “I’m going to London.”
“What?” Wait, what? Did he really just say–
“London. I’m going to fucking London, Simon.”
“Why?” I ask stupidly. But I start grinning at him like an idiot. We’re going to be in the same city. Fuck, I’m gonna be able to hang out with him and actually see his face.
“Well there’s a really good school there… Besides, there’s someone I was really hoping to meet in person.” I feel my cheeks burning as he says this.
Holy shit this is really happening. I’m going to finally meet Baz. “When are you moving to London?”
“I’m already here. I just arrived at my aunt’s flat a few hours ago.” Then he grabs his laptop and turns it around so that I can see his new room.
“Baz?” I call him, and he puts his laptop on the desk again.
“I’m gonna be in London in a few days.”
“Let’s meet?” I say unsure, interrupting him.
“I’d like that.” he tells me, half smiling.
And there’s nothing to lose now, so I might as well try my luck. “As in, a date.”
“Oh?” He looks surprised.
“Is that cool?”
“Fuck, of course it is, Simon.”
We agreed to meet at Kings Cross, Baz said he would pick me up when I arrived (everything that I own fits into a bag) and then we would go on our date. I can’t believe this is happening, that he actually said yes to go out with me.
I’ve been so nervous the last couple of days because of this, of finally going to meet him. But as the train arrives at the station and I exit the platform all that anxiety melts away when I notice him staring right at me.
Once I reach him I let my bag drop to the floor. I put my arms around him to pull him closer into a tight hug and he does the same. He feels so good this close to me, and smells incredible, I don’t know how to describe it other than that he smells posh and it really fits him.
“Baz.” I say, grinning into his neck. I still can’t believe that he’s actually here in front of me.
“Hello, Simon,” he says, and it’s muffled by my hair. He holds me tight against him longer than necessary before letting me go.
When I step back all I can focus on are his lips. They were so close to mine. And I just really want to kiss him.
I put my hand on his neck and make slow movements with my thumb. “I want to kiss you…” I start,“but we haven’t even been on a date yet.” That gets me a eye roll from him.
“We’re not exactly strangers,” he says, leaning into me.
He’s so close now; if I just leaned a bit forward, we’d be kissing. “I know, but I still want to take you on a–”
I say I wanted to use OW as an excuse to do more comic style stuff?
then why do I still do semi realism?? :’‘‘‘‘DDD curse this!
yes! my first MercyReaper76! so happy I actually came around to do this
:’) Give Jack all the love! he already grew so much on me since I
started about a week ago. I main him n DVa n I love them both already so
much! especially the lore around Jack, Gabe n Mercy appeals heavily to
my dark, angst loving heart ~ n somehow “Everlong”, one of my all time
favourite FF songs, seemed so fitting for this trio. so, there you have
it- A Soldier76 sandwich :’)
You can see this as an early V-day piece. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!
…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not.
I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:
- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both
- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance
- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.
I really didn’t. Why would I? Stan was my best mate. We’d
been friends since high school.
I hadn’t meant to kill him. I just wanted him to shut up.
All I did was tap him on the head with my hockey stick, for crying out loud.
And then down he went, making a mess along the way. Crashing into stuff,
grabbing onto furniture. Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to clean
up all that blood?
Anyway, like I said. Stan was my man. He was my homie, my
bromie, my Steve Buscemi. I trusted him with my life. But just now, when I left
my room to get a drink, I come back and what the hell do I see? Stan was
messing around my laptop. Just clicking on shit and looking at my personal
stuff. So right there, it was clear that Stan was in the wrong.
And then what happens? He goes absolutely insane. He starts
yelling and calling me names and demanding explanations about some pictures I
got on my laptop. In my own house! I tell him to calm down but he wasn’t having
any of it. So I did what I gotta do. I shut him up. Maybe a tad too
enthusiastically, but it was an honest mistake. Killing him, I mean.
I know what you’re wondering about right now. What pictures?
I’ll come clean, alright? They were pictures of Stan’s
But, look – it’s not weird. I’m dating her. I’m her
boyfriend. So naturally, I’m going to have some pictures of her in my laptop.
But Stan doesn’t understand. He’s a great guy, but we don’t see eye to eye on
some things. Like Steph.
I first met Steph a year ago. I was at Stan’s crib, just
hanging and chatting when this absolute babe walked past the living room. I
mean, she was so sexy. Va-va-vroom and
all that. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, she had such an air
of confidence that impressed me right away.
I knew I had to have her.
But I knew I had to take it slow. I had to gain her trust.
Turn on the charm, make her fall back in love with me. So that was exactly what
I did. Whenever I was at Stan’s place, I would drop in to Steph’s room and say
hello. Gradually she become more comfortable around me, and our conversations
grew longer. I learned about her hobbies, her favorite music, her favorite TV
shows, and all that.
I also learned that she loved ice-cream. So on our very
first date, I brought her out to this really classy ice cream parlour downtown.
Bought her her favorite flavour – chocolate chip, in case you’re wondering.
After that, we went to the theatre and watched this movie that she had really
been looking forward to. It was a great date.
But here’s the thing about Steph. She’s a lovely lady, but
she’s very conservative. She doesn’t like, shall I say, the hanky panky
business that relationships usually entail. I tried to cop a feel one time on
one of our dates and she didn’t go for that at all. Said she wasn’t
Here’s what you gotta know about me. I’m a gentleman. If my
lady is no ready, then I’ll do the waity. I respected her preferences and our
dates remained purely verbal. No tactile movements at all.
But here’s another thing you gotta know about me. I’m a
dude. I have needs and desires. So if my lady wasn’t gonna give me action, I
gotta get them from somewhere else. But I didn’t wanna cheat on Steph too, so I
couldn’t go messing around with other girls.
So I compromised. I went to the hardware store and bought a
couple of surveillance cameras. You know, the sort that you can hide in corners
and on top shelves to watch people. And they were the good kinds, too. With a
click of a button from my laptop, I could take pictures from the livestreaming
videos. What can I say? Only the best for my lady. Then one day while Steph was
using the loo, I installed them in her room. Easy peasy. One on the top shelf
facing her bed, and one on another shelf, facing her closet.
It was all going great. I had tons of fantastic pictures and
videos of Steph.
And then Stan had to step in. Almost threw a wrench in my
plans, what with all the yelling and hollering. Luckily, there was no one else
in my house. I would have hated to remove the cameras from Steph’s room!
So anyway, that’s that. I just wanted to get this off my
chest. Stan thought that I’m a bad guy, but I really am not. I truly, truly, love Stephanie from the bottom of
Speaking of Steph, I really should get going.
This entire thing with Stan almost threw my A-game off. I’d almost forgotten
that we’ve got tickets to go see Steph’s third grade dance recital. I would
have hated to miss that!
could you do where betty's mom gets physical with her and shes got like marks or bruises and jughead gets concerned or where jughead sees it happen?(or both lol) thanks!!
Sure! It’s an angsty one guys!
It was the last week of school, summer was right around the corner and it was hotter than it had ever been.
The entire football team was walking to class shirtless and girls skirts seemed to get shorter and shorter, even Jughead had settled with a plain black tank top, skipping his usual flannel.
When he had walked into school without his usual beanie, Kevin had nearly fainted
“It’s too hot.” Jughead had said simply shrugging off his friends
Veronica and Cheryl wore shorts that could have been classified as underwear and strappy tank tops.
But Betty? Something wasn’t completely right with Betty’s wardrobe choice. Of course everyone know Betty was modest, so it was no surprise when she walked in with a pretty, blue floral print skirt that hung a little past mid thigh, the weird thing was the top of outfit. She had on a short sleeved white t shirt covered with a light blue cardigan, her chest and arms completely covered. She also had on a bit more makeup than she usually wore. She looked beautiful that was indisputable, but she looked hot. And not in the good way.
“B? Aren’t you dying ?! Your gonna get sunstroke in that top?” Veronica reached over and tugged on her cardigan.
She just laughed nervously “you know me Ronnie, I run cold.” She shook off her concerned friends hand and turned to Cheryl, changing the topic.
Jughead watched her all through lunch, she wasn’t cold. The way she occasionally would pull the sleeves of her sweater up before quickly pulling the down, or when she would lift the neck line of her top away from her body giving herself some air. And then of course there was that damn bead of sweat that was a constant on her neck. While it was probably the sexiest thing Jughead had ever seen, he knew it was a sure sign she was heating up under those layers.
He was relieved when the warning bell rang, he could finally get her alone and get to the bottom of all this nonsense.
“Hey bets? I need your help with an essay I’m working on, we both have free period, do you wanna head to the blue and gold?”
Betty just smiled softly, giggling “juggie we always go to the blue and gold during free period, you don’t have to ask.”
He smiled at her raising his shoulders and walking side by side.
As soon as they entered the office, Betty took her place at her desk. The air conditioner in the school had broken down and it was worse in here than it had been outside. Jughead figured he would give it a few minutes before he jumped right into it but when he saw the way Betty swiped her forehead of sweat he couldn’t hold back.
“Ya know, it’s just us in here Betty, you don’t have to wear your cardigan, you’re gonna catch heat stroke in that thing.”
Her head snapped up nervously, and she laughed shakily
“Oh no I’m fine! I’m not hot.”
He got up from his desk and stood directly across from her, placing the back of his hand to her sweaty forehead.
“Oh really? Cuz feels like you’re burning up to me.” He raised a brow and stared her in her bright green eyes.
She dropped his gaze and looked back to the papers in front of her “just drop it juggie.” She whispered.
Enough was enough, snatching the papers from in front of her, he moved them out of her reach.
Her eyes finally caught his again. This time irritation seeping through
“Hey! Give those back, I need to work on them.”
He shook his head “and I need to know why you’re wearing a cardigan in ninety degree weather.” He shot back
“It’s not a big deal!”
“Clearly it is, since you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying!”
“Well you’re not telling the truth, I’d consider that lying!”
Finally pulling away in anger she slipped the blue cardigan off, revealing bruised arms, harsh finger shaped circles marring her soft tan skin.
“There! Are you happy?! I didn’t want everyone seeing! Everyone asking questions! I know how uncomfortable this would make people so I wore the stupid cardigan. Can I put it back on now?”
She panted out, her eyes shining with unshed tears and her hands shaking reaching to grab the sweater.
He stopped her quickly, gently grabbing her wrist and running his fingers lightly over the bruises. “Who?” He whispered so quietly Betty hardly heard him.
“It doesn’t matter.” She whispered, looking away and trying to tug her arm free.
His eyes shot up and grabbed her face, finally noticing the light purple outline under the makeup she had on.
“You know that’s not true. You know it matters to me, you have to tell me Betty. Please tell me.” He was pleading with her. His eyes were angry. She had never seen Jughead jones angry and it was definitely more than a little intense.
“It’s just. It’s my mom.” Jugheads back straightened , he didn’t care that it was a woman, didn’t care that it was her mother. He was gonna kill her. He was gonna kill her and kill Betty’s father for letting this happen.
“She’s just stressed!” Betty started “with it being sophomore year and all I have to start looking at colleges and I mentioned that I didn’t want to go to Harvard or Yale, I like riverdale community, I could be a teacher right here in riverdale. She didn’t like that. She got angry, she gets angry a lot now.” She whispered
Jughead stared at her “this isn’t going to happen again Betty. I’m not going to let her touch you again. Where’s your dad?” He said softly stroking her cheek.
She closed her eyes leaning into his touch.
“He’s away on a journalism conference, he comes home tommorow.”
Jughead nodded “you’ll stay with me tonight, dads not home, don’t know where he is. You’ll stay with me and then tomorrow we’ll go talk to your parents. I can’t promise I’m going to be nice. In fact I promise I won’t be. She hurt you Betty. I can’t just let that slide. I hate this, I hate seeing these on your skin.” He ran the back of his hand over the bruise on her cheek. “It’s not gonna happen again.” He repeated with finality. Assuring himself and her at the same time.
“Okay.” Betty whispered. Feeling safe for the first time in ages.
“I wanna hold you right now and not let go for the rest of the day.” He said softly, clutching her hand “but it’s too hot and we might pass out.” He added making her giggle. Leave it to Jughead to lighten the tense atmosphere.
He smiled at the sound of her familiar giggle
“You’re safe with me Betty, I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”
She smiled back at him, her first real one in ages
„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried
to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing
feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and
cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”
„I feel wonderful.” – you
whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you
as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.
morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their
cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James
grinned like a kid.
„Evans, what have you done to
her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding
the boys’ face.
„Well, you know… she had this
horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made
it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot
than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”
„So, technically, you drugged
her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts
in your plate before started to build a house from them.
„No, I didn’t!” She protest,
and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She
can’t go to the classes like this.”
„Are you really want to
deprive us from this? Look at her,
she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius
words with a long „Ooooooh” and made
your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand
and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute
one, you know? So cute.”
„Well, if you insist…” He
looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present.
Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”
„NO!” – you yelled, standing
up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so,
you know. That.”
„Calm down Evans, we’ll take
care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”
Lily sighed again. „Alright,
alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”
„What are you talking about?
We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.
Ten minutes later you were
sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left
hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed,
you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes
you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger
sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital
Wing…” – she repeated.
„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured,
showing your drawing to her. „See?”
„That’s… a unicorn. We have to
draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand
with two creature.
„Right there, my love.”
Lily shook her head with a
smile and continued his work before you spoke up.
„James, wanna know a secret?”
„Y/N, for your own good, I
suggest you to SHUT. UP.”
„Shhh.” James leaned closer to
you, grinning. „Tell me.”
You giggled before you
whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m
in love with Sirius.”
He let out a girly scream,
still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and
„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell
my friend’s secret.”
He huffed, looking at you
next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”
You reached out and ruffled up
his hair. „I can’t.”
„Keeping secrets from me and
touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”
A small chuckle left your
mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly
What was his answer, you
haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you
felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there.
Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your
chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.
„I think she really should go
to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with
„No, no I’m okay, we still
Sirius lifted you up from the
ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep.
Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world.
Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned
He told the professor you
feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you
didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a
blanket over you.
„Need anything else?” – he
asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.
„Stay with me, please?”
„Encouraging me to skip my
classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.
„Like it’s big deal for you.”
He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your
eyelashes at him.
His eyes widened. „You want me
to cuddle with you?”
„How could I say no?” – he
sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from
behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent
made you relaxed and sleepy again.
„You’re so comfy.”
„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot
breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.
„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”
He laughed loudly and kissed
your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”
You turned around, a hand
pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly
whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss
on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back
almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if
his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.
„What was that?”
„I think you can recognize a
You could felt his smirk
against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”