i wish i knew where this was taken

We had fun right? I mean I laughed every day with, or at you and I know you did the same. We would spend our days apart but messages from you made me feel less alone. 

You kept it light hearted, almost as if you knew that I needed the break from my own thoughts. Our ending wasn’t your finest hour, although maybe it was who you were but I was having such a good time that I let myself suppress caution.

You are a possessive person, I know this now. But what I should have told you from the start is that I was never yours to possess. 

Sometimes I miss the conversations we used to have. Sometimes I miss how you only knew me on the surface, how I didn’t have to explain why you don’t have to worry about me. 

Cutting contact from you was hard, because you had become a constant. But it was the right thing to do, before it was taken to a place where I couldn’t look back on our time together and smile despite the ending.

—  To a former flame, I am not sorry that we burnt out. Although, sometimes I wish I had of watched us burn a little longer.

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

Late Night Invasion

You were trying to sleep. Getting visited by your boyfriend’s younger brother was not part of the plan at two in the morning.

It was 2am, not really an ideal time for visitors. But you’d gotten used to Jason coming home at all hours of the night, usually with Roy hanging off of him. Usually a little closer to day light. They tried to be quiet- you had a morning job, after all. But still, you didn’t think much of the noise coming from your living room at this ungodly hour that you had been trying to sleep.

Even so, you got up, pulled on one of Jason’s hoodies, and grabbed the baseball bat he’d convinced you to keep by the bed when you told him no to the pistol. You weren’t overly concerned, but, well.. This is Gotham, and your boyfriend was a vigilante with a history as a dirty crime lord. Better safe than sorry, or so Jason kept telling you.

It wasn’t Jason in your apartment. There was no red headed archer stretched out on the couch fiddling with the remote, no smell of smoke or leather that always followed Jason back, and the voices that came from the kitchen were far too young. But you did know one of them.

In your kitchen, standing in the light of the open fridge, was one Damian Wayne. Ten year old assassin, current Robin, and Jason’s youngest, most combative brother. Who happened to love your cookies and treated you with a vague semblance of respect- he’d never tried to stab you, at least. You didn’t know if that meant he didn’t see you as family, or if he liked you- it was hard to say. But you’d never expected him to show up in your apartment.

Didn’t even know he knew where it was.

You flicked on the kitchen light, and took note of the scrawny red head that stood by the fridge. He was thin, small and freckled with clothes that were too big. In the sudden burst of light he squinted. You did too, who thought making lights so bright was a good idea?

Damian showed no reaction. Just turned his masked face to you, staring through the white lenses, expression smug. “[Y/Barton], I expected a better reaction time. I could have killed you long before you found us.”

“Damian…” the red headed boy spoke, his tone chastising. Damian did not look chastised.

Giving a tired sigh, and wishing you’d stayed in bed, you set the bat aside, “What are you doing here, Damian? Does your dad know where you are?”

It was a school night, so you knew Damian should be at home by now. Though you’d heard he’d taken to disappearing during patrols a lot recently, coming home cery late at night.

Your eyes slid over to the scrawny red head, and you wondered if he was the reason. The way he stood, beside Damian, not hiding behind him despite the timidness of his voice made you think he might be.

“Father is busy, and I have need of your… Accommodations.” Damian looked around the small kitchen like he thought something might try to bit him. It was a safe bet, Roy did leave weird gadgets laying around.

“What….?”

“Colin needs a place to stay the night.” Damian motioned to the boy behind him, “He doesn’t feel comfortable at my home, so I thought Todd’s dismal home might be a compromise.”

You found yourself staring at the two, confused. For his part, Colin looked surprised too. He wasn’t as readable as a kid should be, but having grown up in the narrows yourself, you knew how to read the tiny signs. The way his brow furrowed and how he looked at Damian. This wasn’t a thing they’d discussed. You felt at least a little better knowing the kid was just as much in the dark as you were.

“Damian, you can’t break into my apartment-”

“Todd is always breaking into Father’s home.”

This was very true. Jason had taken to slipping into Wayne Manor whenever he so chose- but mostly because he liked to test the security and Alfred would frequently meet him in the kitchen. It would be a lie to say you did not benefit from those meetings- hell you had a drawer full of tupperware and currently a jar full of oatmeal white chocolate chip cookies that Jason and Roy were slowly working their way through as benefit from those break ins. But it was the principle of the matter. Just because Jason needed to break in to pretend to be a nuisance just to spend time with Alfred and check the mansions security so he could sleep at night did not mean you wanted Damian breaking into your apartment at all hours of the night- unless someone was dying. The lack of blood told you no one was dying.

“Be that as it may-” You started, only to be cut off again.

“And it is very cold tonight.”

Your eyes narrowed, a tight feeling forming in your chest. You knew he was right, it was very cold at night in Gotham still, the heat of summer was a long way off. That didn’t mean you were particularly okay with this anyway.

“Did you ask Colin what he wants to do?” You let your eyes flicker to the red headed boy. He looked so small in his too big clothes, scrawny in a way you knew most kids in Gotham were if they weren’t rich.

“It’s too cold to sleep outside.” Damian had that tone that said he wouldn’t bend on this. It was the same tone you’d heard Jason use on Roy sometimes, you’d even heard Bruce use it once. It was the Stubborn Bat Voice that allowed no room for argument. “He can’t get back into the Orphanage tonight.”

Rubbing between your eyes, you gave a soft sigh. It was far too late for this and you really hadn’t signed up for it. You were wishing you’d stayed in bed. What was Jason going to say when he got home? You needed coffee.

“I don’t think I should stay here, Damian…” Colin spoke up, drawing your eye. He ducked a bit, eyes darting around, “I mean, I can find somewhere safe, it’s okay.”

Damian opened his mouth to say something, and you beat him to it.

“You can stay the night here, Colin.” You offered him a tired smile, and he didn’t seem inclined to trust you, “You both can stay here tonight. It’s late, and the bed is big enough for you both.”

You expected Damian to disagree, you knew he didn’t share well. But he didn’t, instead he looked smug, like he’d planned it exactly. He probably had. You had fallen into his trap, and it was just too late to deal with this kind of crap. You’d let Jason deal with it in the morning. “Get a snack, clean up any mess then go to bed in the guest room. I’ll wake you both in the morning.”

If Jason didn’t beat you to it.

With that said, you picked up your baseball bat, turned and went back to your room. Dropping the bat with a heavy thud, you flopped on the bed and pulled Jason’s pillow closer. You’d deal with everything else in the morning. Maybe.

Just Can’t Let Go

Originally posted by frozen-delight

This is for @impalaimagining Concert Challenge! I got the song Hate To Love You-Karmin, with pairing, Dean x Reader.

Characters: Y/n, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, kinda shitty reader, not really cheating but you could kinda consider it that I guess?? Just basically all angst. Sad Dean

Word count: 1229

Summary: Dean knows he should leave, knows he should let Y/n go. But the love he has drags him back, no matter the hurt Y/n puts him through.

A/N: Ok, so here’s a shitload of angst…sorry!! But I was gonna do a regular arguing fic, but then this popped into my head cos of the song and I was like ‘let’s go with it!’. Hope u like it!!!

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Dean never understood the whole love/hate thing.

It never made sense to him.

Sure, he fought with Sam constantly. And there were times when he wanted to beat the crap out of John.

But he never once hated them. Or hated himself for loving them.

He just couldn’t understand how you could hate loving someone. It just sounded like a stupid concept to him.

But you…you made him realize just how painful love could be.

You made him hate to love you.

And there was no way he’d be escaping you. Because you practically owned Dean’s heart…even if you never treated it the way it should.

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Arm Spans

Feyre and Nesta have an intriguing conversation leading Nesta to wonder more about what she is feeling for Cassian. Meanwhile Cassian is planning a trip to the mountains where the cabin is. This is a trip that the inner circle makes, but Cassian wonders if someone else would be willing to join.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

“So are you dating yet or not?” Feyre asked while sipping her tea in the coffee shop.

Nesta rolled her eyes. Of course her sister would jump to that question.

“I don’t hear you denying it,” Feyre leaned closer with a grin.

“You also didn’t hear me confirm anything either,” Nesta paused. “Perhaps what you heard was a thing I like to call mind your own business.”

Feyre laughed. “Come on Nesta! It’s been weeks since the dance and I swear the tension between you and Cassian has been growing by the minute!” Feyre set her cup down. “You even went over to his house to learn how to bake those brownies that all of us love. He never would even give us the recipe yet you got to have your own little baking session with him.”

Nesta took a long drink of her tall coffee. She needed it at this rate. “As I recall you and the rest of the inner circle go to Cassian’s apartment for meals too. I don’t see you hounding Azriel asking him if he’s Cassian’s boyfriend. In fact Mor mentioned that Azriel is the only one that Cassian lets handle the meat in the kitchen.”

Feyre choked on her drink and coughed roughly as she swallowed her hot tea.

Meanwhile Nesta smirked knowing the full effect her words intended.

“I’ll give you points for that,” Feyre rubbed her eyes at the forming tears. Whether those tears came from coughing or the urge of holding in laughter was unclear to Nesta.

“Maybe I should call Cassian and ask if he is already taken?” Nesta reached for her phone, but Feyre waved her hand.

“No need,” Feyre said with a hint of a smile. “We already know that there is only one person that Cassian wants to handle his meat and it’s not Azriel.” Feyre waggled her brows and Nesta couldn’t bite back the chuckle that escaped her lips.

“Okay fine, but seriously Mor mentioned something about-,” Nesta’s voice trailed off before she whispered the final words. “Male appendages and how Azriel’s is the biggest of Rhysand and Cassian.”

“We all know that,” Feyre shrugged.

“What?!” Nesta’s eyes widened and dropped her voice back down at the stares she received. “You mean that the guys told you or…? I know Mor would have an idea about Cassian’s, but I doubt she has seen Rhysand or Azriel in that state of…undress to make a comparison.”

“You can tell by their arm span,” Feyre spread her arms wide as if they were wings. “The larger the arm span, the larger other…parts are.”

“You’re joking,” Nesta said deadpanned. When Feyre didn’t say anything Nesta shook her head in disbelief.

“So since Azriel has the biggest…arm span,” Nesta rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of the words. “Who has the smallest?”

Feyre sipped her tea, but the coy smile was visible enough.

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Just A Friend

PART 1/?

Pairing: D. Diggs x Femme Reader (Ham Ensemble Bullet)

Word Count: 1,866 (Long Read, Fluffy)

Warnings: Light Smut

“Y/N. Where. Are. You?”

Those weren’t exactly the words you wanted to be abruptly woken up by, and they certainly didn’t help your pounding headache. It took a minute for you to register the velvety voice that was none other than your best friend and cast member, Daveed Diggs.

“Where. Am. I?” You mocked him with your best impersonation, despite your hangover. Where were you, you thought as you looked around. At home? Not even close. But he didn’t have to know that. You jumped out of that stranger’s bed, whom you recalled to be the sexy barista who hooked you up with free wine coolers, before hooking up with you, the night before.

“Y/N—”

“Just–hold on, Daveed! Please…” You groaned as you scrambled around the guys place in search of your things, which consisted of your panties, heels, dress, and purse. You thought he might’ve been different, special–that he could’ve been the first one to give you a genuine orgasm since your longtime boyfriend in college—but no. And seeing as none of that was Daveed’s business, you decided to go ahead and fib to him, by saying:

“Erm, I’m–at home! Why’re you even calling me so early, D, isn’t it only–” you questioned, looking down at your phone which read, “5:00?! Holy shit, I must’ve forgot to set an alarm—!”

“Ya think? Look, I told Lin, Tommy and Andy you woke up with morning sickness, I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll have no problem lying to any of them.” Daveed rambled, sounding mad, as you wished his next words weren’t what you knew they’d be. “I’m at your apartment right now, Y/N. Now, I’m gonna ask you again. Where. The fuck. Are you?!”


After leaving Luke’s–or Liam’s, or whatever-his-name’s–place, in your party dress and flashy heels with your hair and makeup disheveled, you’d finally arrived back at your apartment building in one piece. You knew you should’ve taken the stairs and ran considering not only you, but Daveed not too was missing rehearsals for a Broadway show, because of you—you were well aware you didn’t have much time. But you also knew you wanted as much time as possible alone before getting slut shamed and scolded by your best friend. 

Before you knew it, those elevator doors slid open with the bell you’d been dreading to hear your whole ride up. And there he was. Sweaty from the near-summer heat and choreography you missed, you couldn’t deny how hot he looked. Now, Daveed looked hot 24/7, but when he wore his wild curls back, with an Oakland tank top, exposing his toned arms like that—

“Well, at least you don’t have pretend to be sick, because clearly you were out drinking all night. With someone who’s name who you probably can’t recall?” And all he had to was open his mouth, scold you, and all that hotness went straight out the front door to your apartment before he shut it behind the two of you.

“Hey! You don’t know that, I could’ve easily went to a party, had a few drinks, maybe slept over a friend’s—”

“That dress. Those shoes. The sex hair, and look in your eyes like you’d bang anything with a pulse right now, myself included—you’re hammered. Or at least you were.” D scoffed, and you kept quiet, knowing he was right. “I knew it.” He mumbled, sounding disappointed, before taking your heels from your hand, running to your room, and returned with your rehearsal bag in his hands.

“Get over yourself, Diggs.” You groaned, turning your back to him so he could unzip you.

“You’re welcome.” He muttered, you turned back around, and began to slide it off, until you remembered what you had on underneath.

“Aren’t you gonna turn around, or something?” You suggested whereas he just leaned there, staring at you expectantly, against the kitchen countertop.

“Y/N, we’ve done quick changes in front of each other before, it’s not like I don’t know what’s underneath—”

“If you say so.” You grumbled, letting it fall to the ground, revealing the undergarments you wore for special occasions only, and not the old sports bras and boxers you wore to rehearsals: a sultry lingerie set, that consisted of a sheer, black lace, strappy bralette with matching panties.

“Who’s looking like they’d bang anything with a pulse, now?”

-

You’d decided to stay in your lingerie and go out later after rehearsals, so you just threw on your King’s College Theater Department t-shirt and pair of black sweatpants.

“You got my bag?” You asked while avoiding eye contact with Daveed when you headed back out to see him in the same exact spot you’d left him in. 

“Huh?” He asked dazed, brown eyes studying your body to guess if you were still wearing the lingerie underneath or not. “Erm, yeah, yeah it’s right here.“

He carried your rehearsal bag for you, as you two walked out the door, with Daveed on your tail as you both headed for the elevator again.

“Quiet.”

“What?”

“You’re so quiet all of a sudden.” You expanded, taking your backpack from Daveed’s hands.

“I don’t know what you mean, Y/N.” D mumbled, staring at the carpeting underneath his feet, as you were thankful you two were the only ones riding the elevator.

“I mean, less than five minutes ago you were basically slut shamming me–because god forbid for a female to sleep around, or else she’s a whore, right?–and then, I let you see me how everyone I sleep with sees me! Do you not get how vulnerable that makes me feel, you’re my friend—!”

With a clash of your bodies and the thud of your bag as it feel to the ground, Daveed pressed you up against the cool steel wall of the elevator.

“Well maybe I don’t want to be just your friend anymore, Y/N! Maybe I want to be everyone. Or just the one.

His lips met yours, your free hand instantly moving to cup his scruffy cheek, once you’d realized what was happening. The kiss wasn’t sweet, or kind–it was angry, and feverish. You reached to untie his hair, successful in doing so, you tugged at his curls. He did the same with your hips, before you impatiently bucked them into his. You felt his tongue make it’s way to yours, as satisfied sighs left your lips. You couldn’t do this, not without at least talking to him first:

“Daveed, I–”

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Daveed stuttered, “I don’t know what I… do you want me to stop? I can–I mean, not that I would want or like to–

“No! I mean, it’s not you, it’s just…” you sighed, feeling all of your pent up thoughts from the last few weeks regarding your recent, nightly behavior threat to spill. “I don’t even know why I do it…” you cried softly, leaning into Daveed’s chest, your head fitting perfectly under his chin.

“Do what, Y/N?” D softened up, wrapping his arms around you, wiping your tears from face with his thumb.

“Any of it! All of it–the lingerie, and excessive makeup: dressing up for people I barely know–let alone like!” You groaned, pressing your hands gently against his chest so that you could could look up at him. “The day drinking, and one night stands–it’s not me! Then again, it’s not like any of them were really keepers, anyways.” You laughed halfheartedly, smiling at D as he continued to wipe your stray tears away. Before either of you knew it, those doors opened again, releasing you two from your own little world and into the real one again.

“Well, for starters, I don’t think you’d need to dress up for anyone or wear that much makeup. You wouldn’t have to do any of those things if you were with me; you know me.” Daveed began, receiving an eye roll or two from you. “What? I’m being serious, Y/N! You show up to rehearsals in what you may think is shit–”

“Thanks, Diggs.”

“But, damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pull off sweats and a t-shirt in practically no makeup quite as well as you do, Y/N.” He took your hand in his as you let him know you were more than okay with that by intertwining your fingers with his, and you two began your trek for Richard Rodgers.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Diggs.” You smiled, glad that your height gave you the advantage to lean against his buff shoulder like a pillow while you walked. 

“Oh! And as for the lingerie–” Daveed whispered loud enough just so you could hear, “I don’t think it would hurt, so just keep that in mind?”

“Sure thing, D.” You laughed as you couldn’t believe what was happening: you were actually falling for your best friend.

-

“Tommy, Lin–Andy! I am so, so sorry, I-I–”

“She’s on her period.” Daveed blurted causally, causing you to furrow your brows and smack his toned chest.

“Woke up with morning sickness, called me–threw up just kind of all over the place, you really had to be there–”

“I'll… take your word for it.” Tommy sighed while he pinched the bridge of his nose, whereas LMM was laughing.

“Well, all that matters is you’re both here now.” Lin assured you both, clasping his hands together. “And, boy, do we have work to do! But as long as you’re felling up for it, Y/N.”

If this was just any other ensemble role, in any other show, you probably would’ve copped out. But this was Broadway’s Hamilton: the musical of the decade, the big league. There was no way in hell some receding hangover and commitment issues were going to make you were back out now. You were Hamilton’s Bullet, after all.

“Yes, I’m afraid Lin’s right. I’ll only have you dancing up there if you’re your usual happy, and healthy Bullet–I don’t want you blowing chunks all over my dance floor, Y/N.” Andy elaborated, talking with you while you two walked down the aisle with Daveed at your other side, your hands no longer conjoined.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m good to go, just give me the word, Andy.” You smiled, walking onstage with Daveed behind you, and mouthed ‘hello’s’ to your other cast members.

“Will do. We’ve got our Bullet back everyone!” Andy announced your return as you were regarded with smiles and cheers. “All right people, we’re running your blocking for Yorktown!” You shot Daveed a small smile before you parted ways; he making his way downstage with Lin, and you a few feet to their left to meet Anthony.

“Places!”

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PART 1/?

Peter Pan Imagine Request/ Memories

“Can you make an image of Peter Pan where one day he took away his memories of y/n (any reason) and he start dating Wendy but one day he got his memories back but y/n is so sad because she thought he didn’t love her any more and happy ending PLEASE?!? “

Warnings: cussing,bits of smut,fluff,sad moments.

You never thought this would happen, you never thought you’d fall in love with a guy who has brownish dirty blond hair, you never thought you’d fall in love with his smile, the way he runs his finger through his hair, the way he cocks his brow up when something mischievous is about to happen, his devilish smile, the way he sways his hips when he walks, the way he looks at you up and down like a lion is about to devour his prey, never, you never thought, but you did, and now you’re in this terrible sick twisted situation, and it was all because of her, Wendy Darling.

Once Peter first met you he was automatically interested, he had no idea why, of course it interested him that you were a girl, but it wasn’t just that, and that was what annoyed the hell out of him.

“Why are you so damn interesting?” he would whisper in your ear during those late night walks, he would have you against a tree, his knee would rub against your thighs, his hot breath, you could feel it on your neck. his hands would rub against your curves in all the right places.

Then after those late night walks he would bring you back to his tree house and well you know the rest,everything about him was amazing, his muscular arms, his hair to tug on, his plump lips, you would wake up next to that every morning, you couldn’t complain, you loved this boy, everything was amazing, until once again, that Wendy Darling.

She arrived on the island for whatever reason, she arrived with a blue dress, her hair was blond and curly, perfect skin, of freaking course, she was a beauty, and you knew she was going to be trouble.

You realized Peter was acting different when the late night walks stopped happening, he would say he was “Too tired.” or “Too busy” it annoyed you, because he always told you he was never too busy for his lost girl, but now all of a sudden that Wendy came, now he was.

Once you saw him give her the stare he once gave you, you knew it was over from there, oh no it wasn’t just a regular stare, it was “the stare.” the og stare, the stare he gives you when he is about to devour you. When he gave her that stare, your heart hit the floor.

Peter’s Point Of View

I wake up to her side of the bed, empty, but I don’t feel empty, in fact, I feel the opposite, ever since Wendy came, I became I guess attracted to her, she was stunning, she couldn’t defend her self very well, unlike Y/n, she could fight off anything and anyone. Wendy was more on the fancy side, she loved sitting there and looking pretty, while Y/n she loved fighting with the lost boys, rolling around in the dirt, doing whatever I wanted.

Regular Point Of View

*Knock Knock*

“Who is it?” Peter ask

“Y/n” you says

He makes a groan, she was not what he was expecting.

“Come in.”

“Hi Peter!” you say.

“Hey.” he says cold and bluntly.

You try to avoid the tone in his voice.

“I miss you Peter.” you say as you sit next to him as he carves a knife.

“You see me everyday, how can you miss me?” he said without even looking at you.

“I mean I miss our walks, I miss sleeping over, everything about you.” you say as you try to  lean on his shoulder

“Y/n stop.” he says

You were taken back, “Stop? What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding me ever since Wendy came!”

“Is that a problem?” he asked as if it wasn’t

“Of COURSE it’s a problem dammit Peter we’re-”

“We’re what? Together? We never made that official, and you damn well know know that” he says as he stands up.

“Stop pretending this isn’t happening, and get over it.” he walks out of his cabin, and that it where you completely broke down, you run outside the cabin passing Peter and running straight to the woods not caring who stopped you, you just ran, you ran until you couldn’t run anymore.

You fall on the ground and just cry, you let it all out, you almost choke and gasp for air, you haven’t cried in so long, you yell out “I wish he never knew I existed!” 

Peter was watching you all this time, once he heard that, he was a little taken back, “She wishes that?” he whispered, then he got an idea.

So he runs back to his cabin he opens up a secret door and unlocks the cab nit with potions in it.

“If I make a potion where I don’t remember her, maybe she will be happy, maybe she will find happiness somewhere else, Neverland is a big place, after all, I do want her to be happy.” he says as he mixes up the potions. 

Once he got them all in in one bottle he sits down on his bed, he fiddles the bottle with his fingers, a little anxious.

“Am I really about to do this” he asked himself.

He takes the vile to his mouth and drinks it, all of it, he automatically feels ill and falls to the floor.

The Next Day

Peter wakes up with a huge head ache. he stumbles off the floor, not knowing what the hell happen last night.

You wake up next to a tree, still upset that Peter treated you like that, you loved him and you thought he loved you.

Peter stumbles outside the door, he looks around “Okay, Wendy, the lost boys, okay everyone is all here.” he says out loud.

“Hey Pan!” Wendy says!

“Hello darling, how is my lost girl doing?” he asked

“Perfectly fine!”

“That’s great!” he said while rubbing his head it still hurt from last night.

“What happen? Are you okay?” Wendy came closer to Peter.

“Yeah love it’s just my head, but I’ll get over it, let’s enjoy today.” 

She nodded and started to walk to the camp grounds with Peter side by side.

That day was filled with games, laughter and food, Peter had no worries, he had his lost girl, his lost boys, and his Neverland, what could go wrong?

You walk up to the campsite to see Peter and Wendy, all touchy and lovey dovey, it killed you bu you didn’t let it phase you, at least not now, you just needed to get to your cabin.

When Peter see’s Y/n , a girl he thought he never seen , he becomes, anxious.

“Who are you?” he asked as he gets up and walks to you.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, you were so over it.

“What makes you think you can just come on my campsite and act like you’re queen of Neverland?” he says as he folds his arms.

“Because I am!” you yelled back. “You named me your queen you dumbass.” 

“Don’t talk that way to me! Lost boys throw her in the cage!” he yelled

“But Pan, it’s Y/n.” a younger lost boy said.

“Who?” Peter asked

Everyone just kinda stood silent, nobody said a word, nobody knew if it was a joke, or he really had no memory.

“Peter, it’s me.” you whispered.

“I honestly don’t know who you are, and you shall address me as Pan, nobody is allowed to call me Peter.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong, I’m the only one.” your eyes became teary eyed.

“What the hell is going on?” Felix said, “You don’t remember her at all Pan?”

“I never seen her in my life.” he said as he walked away, confused and dazed, he went to his tree house, he still felt confused

Everyone stood quite.

“Maybe it’s better that way.” you said.

“WHAT” all the lost boys yelled.

“Peter doesn’t remember me, maybe it’s for the best.”

“Why would you say that?” Felix asked

“Because! He loves Wendy , he doesn’t love me, for now on, I’m just a lost boy, like one of you guys.” you walk away before anyone could say a word.

If Peter doesn’t remember me, then maybe this is for the best. 

The next day you wake up, you could barely open your eyes, they were so puffy from all the crying you did, your body felt sore, you hated your life, you hated everything about it, you felt ugly, like you weren’t worth anything, not just because Peter wasn’t your “partner” but just because he simply didn’t know you.

You walk outside and see Peter and Wendy eating breakfast, you ignore it and go sit down next to Felix.

“How ya holding up?” he asked

“How do ya think?” you asked

“Got it.” Felix said

You ate in silence, trying not to look over at perfect happy couple every two seconds, but it was impossible.

“Stop staring.” Felix said

“I’m sorry!” You say totally realizing that you didn’t even take your eyes off of them. “It’s just, that technically should be mine!”

“Psh, he was never yours.” Felix said

“He was mine!” you folded your arms.

“Yeah. when?” 

“He was mine since day one.” you look towards them. “Now he’s hers.”

“Yeah sure.”

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask Felix

“You do what a lost boy does, you stay a lost boy, always a lost boy, you fight off pirates, you play games, you run through the wild, you on adventures, and you have the best damn time of your life.” Felix looks you in your eyes.

“Good that.” 

For the next couple months was hell, you missed Peter more and more, you couldn’t kiss him, hug him, go to him when you felt lonely, and you watched the love of your life fall in love with someone else,it was terrible.

Today was a special day, one of the younger lost boys graduated the hunting class, he was officially able to hold a hunting weapon himself, and you usually make sweets for this ceremony, so that’s what you did, you went to the kitchen and started cooking up all the sweets and deserts you can think of, it was a process, but it kept your mind off of Peter.

You go outside and see Peter with Wendy nothing new, you walk past them and go to one of his trust worthy side kicks, Derek.

“Hey could you help me with the treats?” you asked

“Of course!” he said, he was always willing to help, that’s why Peter liked him.

“Thanks for helping me.” you say

“Oh yeah no problem dude, anything I can do to hep.”

You smile and give him a tray of treats, you and him both walk out laughing, he was a funny guy, not your type, but just a really funny guy.

Peter heard laughter and turned his head, he saw you with his trusty side kick Derek, he looked you both up and down, but he let it go, for now.

“Snacks are ready Pan.” you yell.

Peter gets up and starts the ceremony, there was a lot of Peter talking and Wendy winking at Peter, which you took notice that all the lost boys would roll their eyes, that made you giggle. Also consisted of lots of the lost boys making speeches about each other and making up un realistic stories about one of each other, also you all played plenty of games, and that was always one, but finally it was time for snacks, the moment you anticipated , you knew you were a good cook but you always had a fear of someone not liking it.

“Time for deserts!” Peter said “I’m first!” he yells.

He runs to the front of the line following by the other lost boys running like they were running for their life, it was quite funny to see honestly.

You served Peter first of course, he looked at you and smiled, it was nice to see him smile at you, not like how he used to, but still, a smile is still a smile.

He gets his food and takes double for Wendy, you ignore it and continue to serve your food to all the lost boys.

Everyone was served so you decide to get your food but all was left was berries and fruit, so you just added some honey and decided not to complain.

As you were eating Peter came up to you and you were in shock.

“Hey.” he said as he sat down.

“Hi.” you said not knowing what to say.

“I just wanted to say the treats were amazing, and you did excellent.” he said with a smile.

“Thank you Pan, that means a lot.” you said.

He smiled and then headed to his lost boys.

“Well, that was different.” you said to yourself but continued to eat.

That night you sat by the campfire listening to the boys tell scary stories, they were always hilarious and never scary with their stories even though they tried, poor things really.

But it was always a good laugh, and that’s what you love about being a lost boy, they’re so funny and truly good by to be around.

Not that much later Peter came with Wendy and started playing his flute and the boys started to play the drums. Some boys got up and danced while other boys talked among themselves , it was like a regular party.

You just sat their watching everyone have a good time and just swaying to the music.

That’s when Derek came.

“Dude.” he said to you, your head turned to him

You nodded to him signaling you were listening to him.

“You need to dance.” he said.

“What?” you asked confused.

“Don’t let her get to you dude, go out there, dance, be you, me and the lost boys all agree we miss the old you, so come on and danced with us.”

You just smiled and got up and danced in the dancing circle.

Peter noticed and started to smirk, he didn’t know why but watching you danced brought happiness to him.

You danced and danced all night long, even Peter danced with you at one point, Wendy got mad and went to her cabin, but Peter totally ignored that and kept dancing with you, you missed times like this, when you all danced and didn’t care, you were wild, you guys made your own rules, you were rebels.

You and Peter talked about everything last night, he wanted to know more about you, and about your past, you told him everything, it was like meeting him again for the first time, you talked all night.

The next day you and Peter started talking more and Wendy got more jealous, you could care less and so could Peter, he never apologized for what he did, he made his own rules.

You and Peter became good friends, but the romance wasn’t there, not yet.

Peter was constantly working now, he would try to find food, the boys needed new bed and clothes, so he was very busy and Wendy hated it and would complain so much Peter eventually became annoyed and Wendy eventually left the island, with Peter’s permission, but still the romance between you to did not exist, but honestly you were getting used to it.

One day Peter work up and was shocked to find you weren’t by his side.

“What the ?” he gets out of bed and runs outside, everyone was still asleep.

He runs to your cabin and its locked, so he kicks the door down which scares you “What the hell Pan?!”

“Pan?” Peter cocked his brow “’I’m Peter to you.” he said

“Wait what? Never mind what do you want?” you asked

“Why are you sleeping in your old cabin?” he asked

“Because ?” you said confused

“Love I don’t know what’s going on but come back to bed.” he said

“Love? Since when am I love?”

“Since day 1 why are you acting so strange?” he asked getting annoyed.

“Because you left me, for Wendy, you dated her, I was alone for like almost 9 months, dude you forgot who I was.” you said.

“I did?” he asked

“Yeah it was hell Peter.”

“Listen, love, I love you, I always have, i loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I don’t know how I lost my memory or what even happen, but just please, please forgive me.” he said as he went on his knees next to the bed.

At this moment, you realized the old Peter was back, someway some how he was back, you couldn’t help but cry and jump on his and kiss him like you haven’t kissed him in months,because well you haven’t.

Everything was back to normal and you could not be happier.

“I love you my lost girl.” Peter said.

“I love you too.” you kissed him on the lips one last time before you both fall asleep.

2

From the stash

That’s my father visiting his grandmother’s when he was little in the 1940s. I know where they were taken, right across the field from me at Great Grandma’s. 

I wish I knew who the young woman in the photo was. She shows up in another photo I found too. I wish one of the shots got her face clear because small as the town is someone probably could have recognized her. All these unlabeled photos drive me a bit nuts,

jordm  asked:

Scott you are the best! Thank you for answering all our questions. One (last?) question, if you able to tell us , did Jessica (Mallory)'s return planned or was it a type of thing where she suddenly became available? And if Mallory didn't return would we have (maybe) seen Ty return in those episodes instead of Mallory's storyline? Also I was wondering what your particular favourite storyline in season 10 was.. if you had one

Mallory’s return was planned late in Season 9 when Season 10 was being arc’d. If Jessica wasn’t available the story for those episodes would have changed but we knew she was available long before the Mongolia storyline was fully settled. 

My favourite storyline was Mongolia. Easily. I wish we could have taken it further, as many have suggested. I love how it challenged Ty personally and professionally and as someone whose relationship is stressed by their career and the chances one takes to advance it, I thought it was a brilliant portrayal of that very conundrum. I loved seeing our characters out of their comfort zone. To me, this is the type of chance a show needs to take to continue to try and find success following a long run. 

It helped that I got to create Borden Without Borders because of it as well. Getting to take part in expanding the Heartland world outside of the episodes has been a very rewarding experience for me through Georgie and now Ty. We hope to take it one (big) step further this year.

What They Do When the Hear You Sing for the First Time

Requested by @adriellej, (Castiel and Kevin Tran under the cut) 

Sam Winchester:

Sam could barely carry a tune in a bucket. And he never sang in the car, not really. At least, not until he met you. The two of you met years ago and you just happened to be driving through Kansas on the way to a hunt when you invited him to come along. He easily accepted. It was better than spending time hold up in the bunker.

He hopped into your car and immediately noticed your music set up. An ipod docked in and a playlist already selected.

“Been years since I got to drive in a car that didn’t have a tape deck.” He chuckled.

“Dean desperately needs to upgrade his radio…and his music tastes.” You winked at Sam and he felt his heart skip a beat. You turned the volume up on your radio as you started driving down the road. Within seconds you began to belt out the latest Justin Timberlake hit. He rolled his eyes trying to play cool, but he secretly loved this song. And he couldn’t hide the dumb smile crossing his face watching you move so animatedly. If this was how your body moved, he wanted to see more. He still tried to keep his calm demeanor as he memorized the sound of every note emanating from your lips.

I got that sunshine in my pocket. Got that good soul in my feet.” You held your hand out to him as if passing a microphone.

“Come on Sam. Sing along.”

“I can’t sing.”

“Sure you can. Come on.” You started snapping your fingers in front of his face and bobbed your head.

Under the lights when everything goes. Sam I am waiting. Come on now. Nowhere to hide when I’m getting you close. When we move, well you already know...Come on Sam take the chorus!”

Sam caught your eye for a moment and he couldn’t hold back any more. He cleared his throat and started.“Nothing I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance. Feeling good, good, creeping up on you.

“Hell yeah Sam! Shake it baby.”

The two of you continued singing in unison, toes tapping and bodies grooving as best you could as you made your way out of town towards the hunt.

Sam always looked forward to your duets from that day onward.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Dean Winchester:

Dean never hesitated to belt out any tune he wanted in the car, usually off key. Not that he couldn’t sing the notes, but it was more fun for him to watch as others cringed around him. It was like a game, and he usually won. Except when it came to you. You didn’t look bothered when he went totally off key. You just kept your nose buried in whatever book you were reading or texts you were receiving. At first he thought you were just tone deaf, but then he caught you mouthing along to the words and your toes were tapping. 

“Y/N. Why you just mouthing the words? Why don’t you sing along?” 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head. “No way. I would rather listen to you sing.”

“Me? You know I sing off key on purpose, right?”

“I know, but I like listening to you.

“Well maybe I wanna hear you sing Y/N. Please? I will do anything you want. Anything, if you let me hear your voice.”

“Anything?” You cleared your throat. Dean smirked. He got you. He knew it. 

“Alright. I will sing.” Carefully and cautiously you started a sweet country ballad. 

“I don’t know what your doing and I don’t know where you are, but I look up at that great big sky and hope your wishing on that same bright star. I wonder. I pray. And I sleep alone. I cry alone. And it’s so hard living here on my own. So please, come home soon.” 

Dean felt his heart drop. Your voice was filled with emotion. It had that country girl twang, but with something intoxicatingly sweet. Why had it taken him so long to hear you? 

“Wow, Y/N…that was beautiful. I could listen to you over Brian Johnson any day. What do I owe you?”

He felt your lips press against his cheek. “I’ll tell you when we get to the motel room. You can really hear me sing then.” 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, August 5, 1909 

Mary Scott Castle (nee Smith) was married to wealthy Neville Castle (who would eventually become an assistant United State attorney) in San Francisco in 1897, where they were extremely popular with the smart set. In 1900 she began acting, in San Francisco, in the play The Princess and the Butterfly. Neville’s fortune at this time was greatly diminished by Mary’s lavish spending. By 1905 had taken a lover and left her husband to become an actress in New York. Mrs. Castle and her boyfriend, an actor, fought constantly and soon their relationship was on the rocks. Eventually he left her, but it was said that Mary followed him around the country as he performed with various troupes.

Her next boyfriend was a lawyer, a married man named William Craig. Apparently, Craig’s wife, Kate, was Mary’s distant cousin. On August 3, while dining at Peacock Alley of the Waldorf in New York, Craig claimed that he told her that their relationship was over for good. After these words he left the table and Mary, distraught, followed him, pulled out her tiny pistol and shot Craig. 

Mary claimed what actually happened was that Craig, who had been pursuing her, but whose affections she had repulsed, had come to her apartment and attempted to press his suit again, in the process using strong language, when she told him to leave. She claimed that she knew he liked to spend his time at Peacock Alley and went there that night to demand a retraction of what he had said. When she demanded, she claimed that he told her 

“I wish you were dead. I wish Kate and I were dead.”

To which she replied that, “’It would not be long before I was dead’, and then I pulled out the pistol - and it went off”.

Luckily, Craig’s fountain pen repelled the bullet, and while his suit was ruined, his life was saved. Craig initially wanted to press charges, and Mary was taken to jail, where her brother, Captain Smith, had her released by paying her bail, and eventually the suit was dropped. Soon after her husband, rebuilding his fortunes in Nome, Alaska, was granted a divorce. 

Then she met Porter Charlton, son of a prominent judge and a clerk at the National City bank, at Peacock Alley in February 1910. Mary was about 40 at this time, and Porter about was 21, but they fell in love and were married quickly on March 12, 1910. She gave her age as 27 and he as 25. The couple sailed to Europe for their honeymoon and visited London and Paris before settling in Lake Como.

Charlton claimed that Mary debauched him, introducing him to drugs and drink, to which he said she was much addicted, and shocking his youthful sensibilities. He claimed she was prone to violent outbursts and fits of passionate jealousy, and eventually their quarrels became so noisy that the hotel keeper had to ask the couple to leave. From there the couple rented a private villa from a “Count” Ispalatoff, who they entertained often, throwing large parties the neighbors described as “orgies”. The couple continued their quarreling, and even fishermen in boats below the villa claimed they could hear the shouting.

Their most heated and final quarrel occurred on June 8, 1910. After returning from a walk, Mary complained of the heat and fatigue, and then began to complain of Porter’s youthful innocence and their lack of money. Porter claimed that this caused him to snap, and picking up a mallet he was using to repair a chair, beat Mary to death, putting her body into a trunk, which he threw down the stairs and eventually down into the lake where fishermen found it two days later.

Porter left a note to “Count” Ispalatoff, claiming that he and his wife had been suddenly called away and left quickly, and inquired where and when the soonest steamer leaving for America would leave. Ispalatoff, who was not greatly regarded in his community, was immediately suspected. The police began to drag the lake a second time, assuming that they would find a second trunk, this time containing the body of Mr. Charlton. When none was found, they began to think that maybe Porter wasn’t dead after all, especially of talk of the couples frequent arguments became public knowledge. They wired other departments in Paris and London to keep an eye out for a man of Porter’s description.

Porter, meanwhile, was in Genoa, travelling under the name Jack Coleman. He boarded, second class, the Princess Irene to America, after pawning the last of his wife’s jewels. But in New York, Mary’s brother, Captain Smith, had heard the news and was waiting. While watching the dock with two detectives for a different boat, the Deutschland, which he assumed his brother-in-law would take, he and the detectives saw the Princess Irene come into port, and noticed a man who looked strikingly like Porter Charlton. While Mary’s brother had never men Charlton, he had gone to the National City bank and asked for a photograph and description of the man on before meeting the ships. When confronted, “Jack Coleman” said that he was Jack Coleman, not Porter Charlton, but Captain Smith was not convinced. He had “Jack’s” trunks searched, and sure enough, pieces of clothing were found that were labeled “P.C.” and “Porter Charlton”. 

Charlton was taken to the jail, where for a short while he tried to maintain his identity as Jack Coleman, before breaking down and murmuring, “poor Mary”. His father, Judge Paul Charlton, quickly began building his son’s defense, but in any case, justice moved slowly. Attempting to fight extradition, it wasn’t until 1913 when Charlton was brought back to Italy to face charges, and a court date was set for August 1914, where Charlton proposed to plea insanity. But war in Europe broke out in July, and the murder of the American woman by the American man was put on the back burner.

The case was finally called in October 1915, and Charlton was found guilty of the murder of his wife. He was sentenced to six years, eight months in prison, but since he’d been imprisoned since he had confessed in 1910 he only had to serve twenty-nine additional days in Italy before he sailed back to America.

So I did something a little different than my normal stuff. This is a story (most likely multi-chapter) from Daichi’s POV how he met his girlfriend. I don’t know why this ridiculous idea popped into my head, but now I can’t get rid of it. Please enjoy and come on this roller-coaster ride with me.

~Admin Emma


Playing Pretend
Part 1

I don’t know how my life got to this point. I don’t know how I ended up here, twenty five years old, sitting alone in a bar, nursing my third (fourth) drink of the night, contemplating where the hell my life was going. What happened? I seem to recall a time when I knew my next step at all times. I remember–vividly–being a leader. A pillar. The Reliable Captain. Now? I’ve been left in the dust. I wish I could say I tried to get back on track, but it was depressing to see everyone so far ahead. I felt left behind. I felt abandoned.

I tried to be happy for my peers. I ruminated on the paths they’d taken in life–Oikawa, Ushijima, and Bokuto had stayed married to volleyball; Suga went on to medical school and was currently into his internship; Kuroo and I had moved in together our third year of University, but he’d gone in the Biomechanical Engineering direction; Asahi–Asahi, of all people–had moved to America the first chance he got. I’d seen a few of his photos in magazines and on blogs. That one stung the most, that the glass-hearted goofball would find himself and I would end up in a semi-permanent rut. I hated it, and it ended with me here. In this bar. Alone. Checking out the girl across the room.

She’d walked in about ten minutes after I had, and I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of her. She seemed to be alone and on semi-friendly terms with the bartender. She was pretty, I supposed, but that wasn’t the first thing I noticed. I did appreciate her curvy, muscular figure and her silky hair and the way her lips formed words that I couldn’t hear–I was a male who was sexually attracted to females, after all–but no. The first thing I noticed was actually her smile. As pretty as it was, it didn’t touch her eyes. There was a tentative way she conducted herself, even if she was inherently open, like if you wanted her beating heart on a silver platter, all you had to do was ask. It looked like someone had asked many times.

I don’t know why that look sparked a protective instinct in me–maybe it was just the residual remnants of my days babysitting my troublesome underclassmen in my last year of high school–but I couldn’t stop staring. I couldn’t stop noticing the way he shoulders would slump a little, like she was trying to protect herself, but there was a quiet vulnerability around her. I wanted to protect her. My heart seized in my chest–I hadn’t felt that way in a long time, and I didn’t even know her name.

I must have been staring hard enough to burn holes into her side, because she allowed her gaze to flicker over to mine. I did that thing that all guys do when they’re caught staring–get so close to my drink, I might need a snorkel. I felt the back of my neck heat up and my ears started itching; I chanced a peek back at her and felt my breath catch when I realized she was still staring. She smiled, giving me an enthusiastic wave and a smile so bright, it lit up her whole face. I returned with a tentative waggle of my fingers before she turned back to her friend. I sighed, debating if I even wanted to finish my drink. I’d been caught staring at a pretty girl on a Thursday night. I felt like such a creep. I chanced a glance at my phone–it was barely 10:30, and Kuroo would never let me hear the end of it if I got home so early.

I was snapped out of my maudlin reverie with a sharp tap on my shoulder. I took pride in the fact that I most certainly did not jump! I simply…snapped to attention. Yes. I stared–it was that girl…

“Hi,” she said softly. “I’m ____ and I’m sorry to bother you but…” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes flickering back and forth nervously.

“I’m Sawamura,” I offered, extending my hand. “Sawamura Daichi.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling softly, taking my hand. I widened my eyes–she wasn’t taking it like one would normally accept a handshake, but interlacing our fingers in a shockingly intimate gesture. Her skin contrasted so sharply with mine–smooth and creamy where mine was rough from years of handling a volleyball. “I know this sounds like a ridiculous cliche, but… I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for about ten minutes.”

I opened and closed my mouth uselessly for a few seconds, gaping dumbly. I felt like wires were getting crossed in my brain; “I’m… what?”

“It’s just that it’s my ex,” she explained quietly, jerking her head over her shoulder. “He’s here and… I’m afraid. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

She cut off sharply when I put a tentative hand against her jaw. I felt that little furrow between my brows develop–the one that Suga said would be permanent by the time I was 30, if I wasn’t careful–as I canted my head at her; “Why are you afraid?”

“It’s a long story,” she sighed, leaning into my hand. I felt my breath catch in my throat at the little gesture. Her long neck was exposed over the collar of her t-shirt, and I felt drawn to the soft skin at the gentle curve of her shoulder. “You just… I don’t know, you seem nice? I’m sorry, this is stupid.”

We both heard the scrape of a barstool, and we whipped our heads in the direction of the commotion. The guy ____’d been talking to was stalking over, and I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. With the gentlest fingers I could imagine, I brought her face closer to mine–close enough to count the (adorable) freckles dotting her nose. With a practiced ease and a confidence I didn’t feel, I brought her lips to mine.

To describe the sudden contact as something akin to a lightning strike would somehow both overstate and understate the effect she had on me. Her lips were plush and soft, parting easily for me. She let out a soft, pleasurable sigh. It tasted a bit like the sweet wine she’d been drinking, but also something a bit minty, and her lips left the taste of chapstick. She whimpered, balling her fists into my shirt, and that snapped whatever thread of self control I had left.

I sank my hands into her impossibly soft hair, angling her head just so to slip my tongue between her perfect lips. She groaned, drawing a raised eyebrow from the bartender, but I didn’t care. For once in my life, I didn’t care that I was literally making out with literal total stranger in a crowded bar. Fuck, but she was a good kisser–responsive and vocal, with just the tiniest edge that caused her teeth to scrape along my lower lip. I growled low in my chest, licking long and deep into her mouth, running the tip of my tongue along the roof of her mouth. She whimpered at the sensation when I found the sensitive patch that made her shiver. Eventually, my body screamed for oxygen, so I was forced to pull away. Still, though, I lingered, pressing one. Two. Three short kisses to her upper lip, unwilling to part from her yet. God, she was so beautiful, and when her face was all flushed and pink like that, with her lips parted and kiss-swollen and her eyes lidded and dark… It made me want to kiss her again. Which was ridiculous, because it was just to scare of her ex. Right?

“That was,” she began, blinking rapidly. She took a few deep breaths to situate herself, and I will admit to a swell of masculine pride when the goofy smile crept across her mouth. “Well damn.”

“Sorry,” I said, trying to control the blush I know was staining my cheeks. It was a distinctly uncharacteristic move on my part. “I usually like to ask permission before I kiss someone like that.”

“So you have experience kissing random girls in bars, then?” She was teasing me. “And here I was just starting to feel special.”

“Well, it’s not every day a girl asks me to be her boyfriend for ten minutes,” I shot back, feeling the bubble of giddiness form in my chest.

“Just every other day,” she retorted.

“Exactly. Give me some credit, ____.”

She laughed then, high and bright, and there was something distinctly different about her smile. It was less tentative. Less guarded. She was beautiful. I had to… I had to stop her from leaving. I had to know more than just her name. I wanted to see her again.

But how do you ask that of a stranger?

Either way, it seemed I was losing my chance; “Well, thanks, Daichi, but I shouldn’t keep you.”

I wanted to protest. No. Stay. Please, don’t leave me alone here. But she was already gathering her jacket in her arms, turning towards the exit. My voice caught in my throat when she gave me her soft, delicate smile. I longed once more for the beautiful, uninhibited laugh from mere moments before. And then, she was gone.

I made a noise of disgust at myself under my breath, and my chest felt like I’d been punched. I slapped some cash on the bar and grabbed my bag and jacket with more force than necessary. If there was a merciful God, I either wouldn’t be seeing her again, or she would fall in my lap very, very soon.

I honestly didn’t know which one I wanted.

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The next morning, back at my apartment, I was being harassed by an over-excited owl and a too-observant cat. My roommate, Kuroo, was having his friend Bokuto over. Again. Honestly, he was over so much he practically lived with us. I’d say something, but he honestly wasn’t so bad. Until he started pestering me about my love life.

“Dude, I thought stuff like that only happened in movies,” Bokuto exclaimed excitedly. I leaned away from him to preserve my hearing.

“Shitty movies,” Kuroo added.

“So she just came up to you and started making out with you?” Bokuto bowled over Kuroo’s commentary, completely engrossed in my recounting of the events, despite him clearly not absorbing half of it.

“That’s not even close,” I groaned.

“Then tell it again, Dad,” Bokuto teased, bouncing in place. “God, this is exciting. What did she look like? Was she nice? Was the kiss good?”

“And tell me you at least got her number,” Kuroo interjected.

“No,” I answered on a groan, running my hands through my hair. I made a noise under my breath–it was getting too long. I needed to cut it again.

“What?” Bokuto was yelling now. “How? Why?”

“Yeah, I’m with Bokuto on this one,” Kuroo said, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. Even sitting, I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye. Freaking titan, that guy. “You kissed her, she didn’t immediately scream or cry, and you don’t get her number?”

“You know, I have been in relationships before,” I said, apropos of nothing. I knew it wasn’t relevant, but the “scream and cry” comment stung a bit. “I don’t frighten girls and scare them off at every step of the way.”

“Just every other step,” Kuroo teased, and it was so strikingly similar to ____’s tease, it actually hurt. “Still, you got a great kiss out of it, so I guess the night wasn’t a total loss.”

“I have a hangover, I slept in, and I forgot my wallet at the bar, so my guess is the night evens out, as far as positive and negative are concerned,” I countered, wincing as I remembered my pounding headache. It wasn’t exactly a hangover–I didn’t drink that much–but it still hurt. I didn’t have the heart (or the energy, when it let to an inevitable moodswing) to tell Bokuto it was his excited yelling. Kuroo’s cat, Gumball, must have noticed my discomfort and wanted to snuggle it away. Sadly, Gumball is this fifteen-year-old morbidly obese cat who has to use her claws to get up anywhere, and I was wearing thin pajama pants. “Goddammit, Gumball!”

“Don’t you yell at my baby,” Kuroo said in a total deadpan. I’d laugh if he wasn’t completely serious. “And I think smooches from a babe outweigh any sort of consequences.”

“Need I remind you I left my wallet at the bar?” I asked, scratching Gumball on her chin. Once she was settled, she was a great cuddle partner. “I had ¥5,000 in there!”

“You are the only sap alive who carries cash anymore, Sawamura,” Kuroo sighed. “Other than that, though, everything in the wallet can be replaced, you have all your limbs, and you got to smooch a babe.”

“Can you stop saying ‘smooch a babe?’ She just sounds like a faceless nobody when you say it like that,” I grumbled. I wondered off hand if it was too early to break out the beers I had hidden in the back of the fridge. Given that it was barely noon, my money was on ‘probably.’

“Dude, the only thing you remember about her was she had freckles,” Bokuto retorted. “That’s not much to go on.”

That wasn’t exactly true. I remembered the exact shade of her eyes; the exact fall of her hair around her beautiful face; the exact feel of her perfect lips… I remembered everything about her. I just… didn’t want to say. I didn’t want to give away how bad I had it for a woman who was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger. Instead, I shot my leg out to kick Bokuto in the shin. I missed, and Gumball rewarded me by digging me and leaping off my lap with an offended grunt.

“What are you even doing here?” I snapped. “Don’t you have your own house?”

“Yes,” Bokuto said. “But I don’t have you cooking for me at my own house, Dad.”

“Stop calling me that!”

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. Kuroo extricated himself from our antics to answer it, which left me and Bokuto alone in relatively uncomfortable silence. He sighed, raking his hands through his ridiculous hair, before fixing me with that weird, bird-like stare. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. My guilty conscience was enough.

“I should have gotten her number,” I groaned, sinking further into the arm chair.

“You think?” Bokuto flicked me on the forehead, and if I didn’t think it was thoroughly deserved, I’d have slugged him. I was in that shitty of a mood. “Hey, how many girls in Tokyo could be named ____.”

“Dozens?”

“True,” he sighed, crossing his arms and scrunching up his face in what appeared to be concentration. “I actually went to school with a ____, you know.”

I didn’t get the opportunity to press him for further details, because Kuroo chose that moment to lead her into my living room. My eyes widened–God, she looked so beautiful in the soft light of day, and I was dressed like a bum. I felt a blush creep over my cheeks when I scrambled out of the armchair.

“____! What are you doing here? How’d you get my address?”

“You left your wallet at the bar last night,” she answered with that bright grin of hers. “Aizawa called me this morning and asked if I could, and these are his words, ‘bring Lover Boy’s wallet back to him.’”

“Oh, God,” I groaned. Clearly, I could never go back to that bar ever. “Well, thank you. You met my roommate, Kuroo. That freeloader with the ridiculous hair… more ridiculous hair is Bokuto.”

At that name, she froze, her eyes flickering over to the coffee table. I’d noticed Bokuto had gone quiet, but I figured he was just logging away information to make fun of me with. Nope. I saw the gleam of familiarity in his eyes.

“Koutarou!” She leapt forward into his waiting arms, laughing that brilliant laugh she’d given me a glimpse of last night. An ice-cold fist closed over my heart at the easy way he held her, lifting her clear off the floor to give her an enthusiastic hug. Hadn’t he just got done telling me he’d gone to school with a girl named ____. It wasn’t that common of a name.

“It’s good to see you again,” Bokuto sighed happily. “It’s been too long.”

anonymous asked:

You asked for prompts, and this one has been kicking around in my head for a while but I haven't gotten around to writing it. Del, Ohm, Bryce and Luke meeting as a group in real life for the first time at an amusement park :$ if they ever do meet I could easily see it being somewhere like that lol

Title: Amusement

Pairing: ok listen, I tried to keep pairings out of it, but them Brohm just kinda snuck in there and now it’s cemented in the fic…

Word Count: 2288

Rating: T

A/N: Ayyyy this took me way too long and I still haven’t started the other two prompts/requests I have:’) oh well. I know this isn’t great, but I tried to make it somewhat decent, so yeah, I apologize for the potato writing that has taken over my fics recently.


Enjoy:3


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“It’s been an hour already. Where the fuck is he?”

Jonathan placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, smiling lightly and shrugging, silently urging Luke to calm down.

“Maybe he got lost, Luke. I mean, we know this place like we know each other, but he’s never been here before.”

Luke brushed him off, hands on his hips as he stared at the gates, the laughter and screams drowned out by his annoyance.

“Yeah, well neither has Bryce, but he’s here on time.”

Bryce looked up from his phone, oblivious to the conversation until his name was mentioned.

He had been texting Ryan just five minutes ago, and the brunette had told him he was almost there, just stuck in traffic.

But, he forgot to tell the other two, which was probably why Luke was rolling his eyes out of annoyance and boredom.

He cleared his throat, looking up from his place on the bench and tapping Jon on his waist, who was standing with Luke.

“What’s up, Bryce?”

Bryce held up his phone with the text messages, making sure the older ones were hidden, no way he was sharing those ones, they were private.

“He’s stuck in traffic, there was a bad accident a couple cars ahead of him.”

Luke glanced at the screen before nodding, sighing as he sat himself down on the bench next to Bryce.

Bryce scooted over a little bit to give the bearded man room, and Luke smiled lightly in thanks.

Jonathon stayed standing, eyes scanning the crowd of people coming in, but realizing he didn’t have much to go off of.

Ryan gave them a picture, claiming he wanted them all to be at least a little bit surprised, and that was the reason he didn’t just use his webcam.

Jonathan knew he was looking for a brunette with hazel eyes and a well trimmed beard, but nothing else. He knew Ryan was slightly taller than him, but everything else was undetermined.

Of course, he could always ask Bryce, because they all knew he had seen him a couple times, for things better left unmentioned at the moment.

He looked down at the blonde, who was smiling at his phone while he read a message. Jonathon was tempted to read it, but he knew it was probably from Ryan, and didn’t want to intrude on their conversation.

That, and he didn’t really want to see whatever flirty text Ryan had sent Bryce this time.

The last time he peeked at Bryce’s phone, it had had to do with rabbits and heart eyes, and he was not about to get sucked up into that again.

It was no secret that the two men liked each other, but Bryce was hesitant to Ryan’s advances, the reason being that his family wasn’t too open towards Bryce dating guys.

Jonathon only knew this after a drunk night at Evan’s house with Bryce and Luke, (their designated driver for the evening) after Bryce had stumbled across the room stating how much he liked Ryan and that it sucked that his mom and dad were such homophobic hard asses.

He has also told them that he couldn’t wait to see Ryan the next week because he was supposed to come down to Georgia to see him and his cats.

Jonathan smiled at the old memory, shaking his head as he continued to scan the crowd for their friend.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked, but his searches came up empty, and he soon found himself distracted by thoughts.

His mind wandered to the planning period for this trip, which had been set up fora few weeks, maybe even a month, now that he thought about it.

Luke had brought it up while Jon was over at his house, asking if he thought it was a good idea.

Of course, the first thing that crossed Jon’s mind was showing his face to his two friends.

He had been wanting to show them for a while, and this trip would give him the perfect opportunity.

So naturally, he agreed, telling Luke that it was a great idea and that he would ask the other two tomorrow.

Fast forward to about a month later and here they were.

A sudden voice and Jonathan was brought out of his thoughts, excitement peaking and eyes searching for a body to accompany the words.

“Bryce, Jonathan, Luke, over here!!”

Jon turned his head to the left, noticing the waving figure with his gray t-shirt and black jeans, a smile on his face, pushing up his glasses while smiling widely.

Jonathan couldn’t help the smile that spread over his own features as he looked at the man, Ryan, waving at them.

Bryce was the first to leap up and run over, enveloping Ryan in a hug and spinning him around a bit, unaware of the people around them making weird faces at the display of affection.

Ryan laughed and held onto the taller male as he was spun around, hands gripping the back of Bryce’s shirt haphazardly.

Bryce was nuzzling his head in the crook of Ryan’s neck as he hugged him, and Jon smiled, finding the reaction incredibly cute.

He also found his legs carrying him to see one of his best friends, his own arms outstretched as he took in his friend’s appearance.

Ryan pushed Bryce back apologetically, welcoming the teddy lover into his arms, and Jonathan laughed against him, pulling away quickly, voice smooth and warm.

“Hey, man! Luke was about to kick your ass if you took any longer.”

“Yeah, i know. He texted me about eight times telling me to move my ass.”

Ryan looked past Jonathan’s shoulder to see the man himself, an eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his chest.

The brunette smiled sheepishly at Jonathan’s best friend, and he saw the cracking of Luke’s angry facade, replaced with a roll of his eyes and a small smile.

Jonathan pulled fully away from Ryan, dark locks slipping in front of his eyes, he subconsciously played with his lip ring as he looked behind him to the many rides and people crowding the area.

Luke extended his hand out to Ryan, who gladly took it, and pulled the masked gamer forward into one of those bro hugs he often gave Jonathan.

“About time, dickhead.”

Ryan smiled, pulling back and taking note of the way Bryce kept glancing at him with a contagious smile that left him wanting to catch more glimpses of the blonde.

“Sorry I took so long, Luke. Traffic was shit.”

Jonathan interrupted his glimpses though, when he held his arms out by his sides and motioned to the fun filled mass of activities and rides behind him.

“Enough meaningless greetings, guys. I wanna ride some fucking rides!”

The blue clad male smiled excitedly as he looked back at the roller coasters and haunted houses, bumper cars and ferris wheels, eyes lighting up at the rides that went upside down and looped around, screams and laughs emanating from what some would call death traps.

Jonathan glanced over at Bryce, who was scanning the area with sky blue eyes, checking out each ride with curiosity.

Bryce stared up at what was called the Mind Eraser, eyes widening and stomach dropping as he followed the roller coaster’s movement with his fearful gaze.

The seats were dangling from the top of the ride, looking like the kind in cars, so your feet were hanging and you were essentially upside down, compared to a normal roller coaster.

There were loops and rough turns, and to top it all off, it was right above a lake, which didn’t ease Bryce’s worried thoughts one bit.

He noticed Ryan looking at him with a smile and a laugh, and he narrowed his eyes, but ignored him, hoping and praying that none of the guys wanted to ride the terrifying contraption.

But, it just so happened that the Mind Eraser was number one on Jonathon’s list.

Bryce stared at Jonathan in disbelief as he babbled on about how they were all going on that ride first and that he would ride with Luke and Ryan would ride with Bryce.

He held up his hands in protest, glancing from the ride to Jonathan, shaking his head lightly at the idea.

“No. no way, that thing looks horrible.”

“Come on, Bryce. Don’t be such a bitch.” Luke chimed in, smiling, teasing the youngest male.

“Nuh uh. You guys can ride it, but I’m not going anywhere near that death trap.”

Jonathan huffed, rolling his eyes and looking to Ryan, who was smiling in amusement at Bryce’s obvious fear.

“If you don’t go, Ryan won’t have anyone to sit with.”

“Yeah, Bryce. Who am I gonna sit next to if you’re not there?”

Bryce crossed his arms over his chest, looking slightly annoyed, but mostly scared.

“You can sit with a stranger, I’m sure they’d love to hear you scream, Ryan.”

Ryan raised a brow at this, glancing at Luke and Jonathan, who already knew where this was headed, but didn’t try to stop the brunette from returning back with a smile and a quip.

“You know I only scream for you, Brycey.”

The look on Bryce’s face was priceless, and both Jonathan and Luke wished they had taken a picture of the blonde’s reaction.

He was blushing profusely, eyes wide, sputtering nonsense, trying to rebound from his current flustered state, but unable to make a comeback.

Ryan just chuckled deeply, standing a bit closer to Bryce, hand brushing against the taller male’s arm without much thought, but Jonathan noticed, and he stared, smiling lightly at the small display.

Ryan looked up at Bryce, who was trying to calm the blush that had truly taken over his face, and made a pleading face, accompanied with his hands folded together and his attractive voice that Bryce had a hard time saying no to.

“Please, Bryce? After, we can do whatever you want,” he paused, waggling his brows and smiling mischievously, “and I mean anything.”

Bryce pushed him lightly, sighing and rolling his eyes, unable to let the shorter male down. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked back up at the ride before them, voice a little quiet compared to usual.

The others looked at him expectantly, Jonathan shifting his weight in between his feet, Luke tapping his finger against a gate, and Ryan biting his lip in anticipation.

“Anything I want?”

“Anything, Brycey.”

“Fine.”

Jonathan made a sound of happiness, pulling Bryce along into the line before he could change his mind.

Luke and Ryan followed, Ryan grinning slightly at the look on Bryce’s face as he watched the ride, Luke glancing at the brunette next to him, smiling at the obvious affection.

He wondered when the two were gonna make out, because really, the time was right. It was taking a bit too long, in his opinion.

For months these two had talked about each other and flirted, standing up for one another against assholes, always concerned about the other if they weren’t playing with them.

All they ever did was talk to each other, and anyone who knew them knew that they were meant for each other.

But they were both too scared to make a move, obviously, since after Ryan’s Georgia visit, Bryce was still single.

To be honest, it was getting annoying, at least to Luke.

He and Jon had been talking for weeks about planning to get them together, but they never had the time or resources to do so.

But now? Now they were at a place perfect for spur of the moment kisses and starts of relationships.

And Luke had a plan.

He pulled out his phone, texting Jonathan a quick, “hey, set these 2 up w/ me?” And received a just as quick answer.

“dude fuck yea”

But, their plan didn’t even get past the texts, because Ryan was looking over Luke’s shoulder while he typed, and his immediate reaction was to narrow his eyes and push Luke none too lightly, giving him a warning look, the one he often gave Buddy when the dog was misbehaving.

Luke shrugged, smiling and pointing at Bryce, then his finger was against Ryan’s chest, eyebrows raised as at the silent gesture of ‘You and him are getting together’.

Ryan sighed, shaking his head and mouthing a silent “don’t push this on him” to Luke, which he was sure the bearded man could read.

But Luke waggled his brows and let Jon lead them up to the ride, pushing Ryan up so he was next to Bryce, the two getting on the ride first.

Jon smiled at them as they were strapped in, and for a split second he felt bad about forcing the blond on the ride, because his eyes went wide and his knuckles white from gripping the bars so hard.

But then Ryan was speaking to him and Bryce was suddenly laughing, any past resemblance of fear gone as soon as Ryan opened his mouth.

Jon smiled, glad that Ryan could do that. Make Bryce forget his fear and enjoy himself.

It was agonizing, watching the two from afar, who obviously felt something for each other but refused to acknowledge it.

It was painful seeing the two run circles around each other, never fully able to catch up and comprehend the fact that they were meant to be.

Jonathan couldn’t really grasp the idea that Ryan was really there, so he understood, sort of.

It felt like another video game, but this time it was real and he was really hanging out with them and enjoying life.

And he couldn’t wait to do it again and again.

Min Yoongi // one shot #2

I think I accidentally break my own heart a lot

group: BTS

member :  Min Yoongi // Suga

genre : slight angst / fluff (?) 
story type : one shot

posted on : 17/01/15
warnings : none
words : 1,3K


prompt :
i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot

The water drops falling from the dark sky above probably never felt this cold. They were like knives stabbed everywhere where they landed on your skin. The summer night was warm, everyone was covering themselves from the rain, except for you. You were running through the busiest street of the city - well at least you felt like you were, in everyones eyes you were the slowest person to walk past them the whole night - with mascara running down from your eyes, hair messed up, clothes drenched in cold water that once had poured down on you. The dress you had worn was glued onto your body and your sneakers were heavy on your feet. You felt like just sitting down on the pavement of the street. You got dirty looks from older men, girls your age were either looking at you pitying at the state you were in or laughing at you. You continued on walking the street that never seemed to end, just until you saw him. The man who you had feelings for all these years you knew him. The man who you knew had no feelings for you — other than the feelings one would have for a best friend, who he has shared years of his life with. The man who had saved you from many fights, from your abusive brother - who you lost contact with when you moved to another city, basically you had no other family than the man who was now standing in front of you, chanting your name over and over again but all you could hear was your own sobbing. There he was - Min Yoongi.

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Preference 79: Going Back to His Ex Pt. 3

Going Back to His Ex part 2

Niall: You stared into his eyes, trying to find something to tell you to stay or walk away. There was a hint of guilt and sadness as he stared at you. You sighed and looked around, contemplating running back to your best friend’s house. But you didn’t. “Hey,” you said, avoiding his gaze. You knew that if you were looking into his eyes as he spoke you would give into every word he said. “I miss you,” he said, reaching out for your hand. You pulled away from him, taking a step back. “I don’t really care, Niall.” Lie. “Don’t say that. I miss you and I made a huge mistake by leaving you. I didn’t realize what I was leaving behind,” he said, quietly but loud enough for you to hear. “Is that supposed to make me feel any better about what you did?” You finally gained the courage to look up at him, keeping a poker face as you spoke. As you looked at him, he looked so vulnerable. You were slowly caving, but you weren’t letting it show. “No, but I needed you to know. I miss you. I love you. I regret what I did and if there is anything I can do to make it better, please tell me. I’ll do anything.” This time when he reached out for your hand, you let him take yours into his. “It’ll take time for me to forgive you. There will always be something in the back of my mind telling me that I’m not good enough for you.” He looked down, waiting for you to reject him. “But I miss and love you, too.” You squeezed his hand after you spoke, reassuring him that there was a slight chance that you would let him back into your life.

Zayn: You grabbed your bag, ready to walk out of the parlor, but there was too much commotion outside. There wasn’t much you could do, but sit back down and face him, and try to work up you appetite for your treat. He looked at you warily as you walked back to your table, where he had taken a seat. He slid your bowl back to you, but you didn’t look up at him. “I’m sorry,” he said. You didn’t say anything, at least not right away. “Y/N, I know I was wrong and what I did was horrible. I left you for someone I already knew wasn’t with me for the right reasons. I regret my choices and wish that I could take back what I did. I’ve been trying to figure out ways to fix what I undid. I want you back,” he said, sincerely. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Zayn,” you said, looking up at him. “I’ll fix it, I prom-“ “No. Listen to me, I don’t think I can be with you ever again. You made me feel like shit when you chose her over me. I came in second to her and that’s no how it should have been. I had always doubted whether or not you had really gotten over her, and you didn’t.” There was a silence that came over your table, but there was still distant screams coming from outside. “I have to go,” you said, getting out of your seat. He grabbed your arm and stopped you, “I’m sorry.” You nodded and leaned down to give him one last kiss on the cheek. There was no fixing what had been done.

Louis: You quickly turned around, wishing that it wasn’t real. It felt like forever before you felt a hand on your back, a shiver ran through your body when contact was made. “Ladies. Y/N, can I please speak with you,” he said, removing his hand from your back. You looked at your best friend, wanting help, but she encouraged you to go. You silently got up, avoiding his gaze, and his touch, and walked to a secluded area in the restaurant. You took a deep breath and turned to face him. There were lips on your instantly, it felt so surreal. It took a moment for you to get control of your arms and push him away. “Don’t do that,” you yelled, quietly. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking down. “What do you want, Louis? We have absolutely no reason to be talking right now.” “There’s no excuse for doing what I did, I deeply regret it. I missed you the second the words left my mouth. I don’t expect you to forgive me, ever. I tried so hard to get in contact with you, but you were avoiding me at all costs. I was surprised you were here, but I was also glad. I just needed to talk to you and tell you how much I’m sorry, and that I miss you very much.” You let his words sink in. There was a million and one things going through you mind, but there was something telling you to give him another chance. He was ready to walk away seeing as you hadn’t said anything, but you grabbed his arm. He looked at you confused. “There’s a tiny chance that I miss you too and that I would be willing to work on this, but only if you are.” He smiled and pulled you closer to him, giving you a kiss. “Anything you need me to do, I will.”

Harry: There was a little voice inside you head telling you to push him away, and that’s what you did. You pulled down your dress and ran out of the club. The cool night air hit your body as you walked out of the double doors. A hand grabbed your arm just as you were about to go hail a cab. You turned to face the green-eyed boy who had broken you heart. He stared at you for a minute, eyes trailing to your lips. He leaned into kiss you, but you pushed him away. “I miss you, Y/N. I really, really miss you,” he said, looking into your eyes. You could tell he was intoxicated and that made you not believe what he was saying. “Whatever, Harry. You’re drunk and talking nonsense,” you said, rolling your eyes. He pulled you over to the side, backing you up against a wall. His arms were blocking you from leaving and there was no way you were going to avoid the conversation. “I’m not drunk and even if I was, I would still be telling you the same thing. I miss you.” “Bullshit. You left me for someone else, someone that you said you were over. All the things you told me, like I love you, all became a lie. I don’ think I ever want to see or talk to you again. Let me go and leave me alone. Please,” you huffed, pushing his arms away. He didn’t say anything as he dropped his arms and letting you walk away. Before you left you took one last look at him and you could see there was guilt laced with hurt in his features. That was the end of you and him.

Liam: Before you could agree or disagree, he was walking over to you. You stared at him, still shocked that he was in the same space as you. “Can you sit and here me out, please?” he asked, looking at you with hope. He gave you a look that you couldn’t resist and you knew from that moment that there was no hope for you. You sighed and walked over to the chair you had previously been sitting in, him sitting across from you. It took a minute for him to start to talk and the whole time you had been playing with your hands in your lap. “I know you didn’t expect to see me here and I’m sorry if you feel ambushed. I just needed to find a way to talk to you. I needed to apologize for the shit I put you through. It was never my intention to hurt you. It was a huge mistake to leave you for someone else. I’m a shit person and I feel awful. I’m not say these things to make you change your mind about how you feel about me. I’m saying these things because they’re true and I needed you to know. There’s nothing in this world that I want more than for you to forgive me, but I know that it is a long shot. I’m going to say one more thing and leave, okay?” You nodded, not knowing what else to do. “I will always love you. That’s something that didn’t and never will change. I’m going to go now,” he said, getting up. He gave you one last look before he walked towards the back door. “Wait,” you said, jumping out of the chair. He turned right before he walked in the house. You ran to him and into his arms, your actions were a surprise to the both of you. “I miss you and I love you. I know you messed up, but something is telling me that you are really sorry and that I should forgive you. It’s going to take some time, but I want this to work.”

Good God Y’all - Part 2

Word Count: 3121

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN Type Violence

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“Yup. You got it. Just like that.” You nodded, smiling, coaching people in the church through loading and unloading a shotgun. “Just keep practicing. I’ll be watching from the corner if you need help.” You made your way over to the corner and sat down, running a hand through your hair and letting out a breath. Your anxiety did not go unnoticed by Ellen, who was still trying to assist Roger with his gun. He kept fumbling, dropping the shells everywhere.

Your attention turned to Dean who was helping Austin, who clearly didn’t need the help. You strained your ears, trying to hear their conversation after Austin completely disassembled the gun. “Where’d you serve?” Dean questioned.

“Fallujah.” Austin replied. “Two tours. Got back a little over a year ago. Takes one to know one. Where’d you serve?”

“Hell.” Dean answered, stone faced. You chuckled a little to yourself.

“No, seriously.” Austin snorted.

“Seriously.” Dean said. “Hell.”

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Lovers From The Past (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 16

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Summary: Ji Yong is still away on tour and your birthday is coming up. Will you be able to have a good time, despite the fact that he won’t be there?

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Children, Wake Up Playlist

Dedicated to @hollyhark‘s wonderful Kylux fic series: Children, Wake Up!

Lucifer’s Eyes - T.O.L.D.

I sleep with no voice and wake with no name.
That’s just a noise the devil did make,
Seventeen times in seventeen days.
I could stay dry, but I could hear rain.
Say your goodbyes, fly away,
In Lucifer’s eyes and hide your pain.
I can’t see the way out,
Devil’s taken me now.

I Found - Amber Run

I’ll use you as a warning sign,
That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind.
And I’ll use you as a focal point, so I don’t lose sight of what i want.
And I’ve moved farther than I thought I could,
But I missed you more than I thought I would.
And I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be,
Right in front of me… Talk some sense to me.

Force of Nature - Bea Miller

I don’t know why, but my hands are shaking.
I can see you coming and I stand here waiting.
It’s an effed up, bad, sick situation.
I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows,
Oh, but it’s too late now, I let you get too close.
I know I should take cover, hide inside these four walls,
But baby, I surrender it all.
Cause you’re a force of nature, look at what you’ve done,
I can taste the danger, but I don’t want to run.
So pull me to the ground and I won’t put up a fight,
And I know I’ll be broken when it’s over,
Oh, but I can’t help but pull you closer.
I’ll be here til we collide, I don’t care if I survive,
So crash into me one more time.

Little Hell - City and Colour

What if I can’t be all that you need me to be?
We’ve got a good thing going, we have some promises to keep.
What if everything’s just the way that it will be?
Could it be that I am meant to cause you all this grief?
There’s a degree in difficulty in dealing with me,
From my haunted past comes the daunting task of living through memories.
So when we leave, it’ll be a quick midnight escape,
We’ll disconnect ourselves from all of yesterday.
Will we get out of this little hell?

Control - Halsey

I sat alone, in bed til the morning. I’m crying, they’re coming for me.
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me, my mind’s like a deadly disease.
And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me.”
I can’t help this awful energy.
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.
Who is in control?
I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my bed.
I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head.

A Far Shore - Luke Conard, Ryan Seiler, & Jason Munday

My only hope of reaching you is sending this report.
I wish that I could hear you now, this is my last resort.
Don’t count me out, all gauges warn: “Danger!” I won’t bail out.
As I jump to warp speed, I throw everything I knew out the door,
Brace my heart as I proceed where no man has ever been before.
There’s no other way around it, completely surrounded,
Strings play the final score.
As I jump to warp speed, destination: a far shore.
If I could turn back, you know I would, believe me, I have tried.
I’d trade the greatest discovery to look into your eyes.

Starlight - Muse

This ship has taken me far away, far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die.
I will be chasing the starlight until the end of my life,
I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.
I just wanted to hold you in my arms.
You electrify my life, let’s conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive.
I will never let you go if you promise not to fade away.
Never fade away, our hopes and expectations, black holes and revelations.

Resistance - Muse

Is our secret safe tonight? And are we out of sight?
Or will our world come tumbling down? Will they find our hiding place?
Is this our last embrace? Or will the walls start caving in?
(It could be wrong, could be wrong)
But it should have been right to let our hearts ignite.
Are we digging a hole? This is out of control.
It could never last, must erase it fast. But it could have been right.
Love is our resistance, they’ll keep us apart,
And they won’t stop breaking us down.
Hold me, our lips must always be sealed.
If we live a life in fear, I’ll wait a thousand years just to see you smile again.
Kill your prayers for love and peace, you’ll wake the thought police.
We can’t hide the truth inside.
The night has reached its end, we can’t pretend.
We must run, it’s time to run.
Take us away from here, protect us from further harm.
Resistance.

Corpse Roads - Keaton Henson

And I’m so damn scared of dying without you.
But I’ve come prepared, resolved for my life to wear a funeral suit.
And don’t lie…I know we’re fixing to die.
Punish myself for not knowing about this lie that we’re fixing to die.
I’ll see the dark things that you all try to hide,
And I won’t be the damnedest bit fucking surprised.
So let’s not lie, I know we’re fixing to die.

You - Keaton Henson

If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake.
If you must weep, do it right here in my bed as I sleep.
If you must mourn, my love, mourn with the moon and the stars up above.
If you must mourn, don’t do it alone.
If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet.
If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part.
If you must fight, fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night.
If you must live, darling one, just live.

Whisper (Acapella) - Crywolf ft. Emalyn and Trevor Kaiwa

I won’t forget you, my love, you’re trapped inside my mind.
You are a whisper, my love,
I feel you inside of the shivers that run through my blood.
I hold you from time to time, 
I feel you inside my mind.
It’s a quiet voice that no one hears.
(I never knew that you could sing so softly.)
It’s the silent wish to have no fear.
(I feel you tremble as we’re lying down.)
(It’s a slow dance, it’s a romance.)
(Maybe the last thing on my mind.)
(It’s grieving, it’s bleeding.)

Ribcage (Acoustic) - Crywolf

I’m alive with the glory of your skin.
Just a touch can take me deeper now, just a touch can make me fall back in.
I think I found you in the fault lines, I think I felt you in my searing pain.
I think I saw you from my window, you were dancing in the pouring rain.
Is this love that I’ve found? Is this a new beginning?
I wanna pull you against my skin,
And I wanna know what goes on in that lovely mind.
You’ve got an ocean inside your bones,
And I think I’m losing myself in your salty eyes.
I’ll survive with just a taste of how you live.
Do you want to take me deeper now, do you want to make me fall back in.
I can feel your ribcage pressing tight on the curve of my spine,
Open up and allow all my secrets in.

Run - Daughter

He is restless at night, cause he has horrible dreams.
So we lay in the dark, we’ve got nothing to say.
Just the beating of hearts like two drums in the gray.
The fire is coming, so I think we should run.
We will check outside, checking that the coast is clear on both sides,
Cause we don’t wanna be seen…
Oh this is suicide, but you can’t see the ropes.
I won’t tell my mother, it’s better she don’t know.
And he won’t tell his folks, cause they’re already ghosts.
We’ll just keep each other as safe as we can,
Until we reach the border, until we make our plan to run.

Secret - Angel Snow

Mama told me not to take what’s given, just try to survive.
So don’t judge me for the life I’m living, at least I’m still alive.
I always wanted to be something better, I always wanted to shine.
And now I know I can’t deny my nature, cause I’ve got something to hide.
Lord knows there’s a bad thing coming, I feel it in my bones.
On the horizon there’s a storm that’s growing, keeps me on my toes.
I can’t go back if I wanted to (I don’t, I don’t.)
I can’t remember what I did…before I did what I did.
I got a secret.

Arms - Christina Perri

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart,
But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start.
You put your arms around me,
And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go.
You put your arms around me and I’m home.
How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around?
I can’t decide if I’ll let you save my life or if I’ll drown.
I hope that you see right through my walls.
I hope that you catch me cause I’m already falling.
The world is coming down on me and I can’t find a reason to be loved.
I never wanna leave you but I can’t make you bleed if I’m alone.

Dead Air - Chvrches

I will never believe what they say, there is no strength in enduring.
They never speak for themselves, we are disappearing.
You will be all that I seek in a twisted lie, I would live inside you.
Words will be all that I keep in an open space, they would live inside you.
We hold on to an idea and we’ll fight what we can’t see.
We just hold on to an idea, we’ll keep going til we can heal.
We’ll keep going til we can’t hear dead air.
We are all just dead air.
This is a call to your arms to take mind over matter.
Replacing fist over fist, we are disappearing.

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

And I’d give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel me somehow.
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be,
And I don’t wanna go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life.
When sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.
And I don’t want the world to see me,
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming,
Or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive.

Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

LIfe’s too short to even care at all,
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control.
If I could find a way to see this straight, I’d run away,
To some fortune that I should have found by now.
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down.
Life’s too short to even care at all,
I’m coming up now, coming up now out of the blue.
These zombies in the park, they’re looking for my heart.
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun.
And so I run out to the things they say could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be.

Human - Of Monsters and Men

When the words weigh heavy on the heart,
I am lost and led only by the stars.
Cage me like an animal, a crown with gems and gold.
Eat me like a cannibal, chase the neon throne.
Breathe in, breathe out, let the human in.
Breathe in, breathe out, and let it in.
Plants awoke and they slowly grow beneath the skin,
So breathe in, breathe out, let the human in.
The air is silk, shadows form a grin.
If I lose control, I feed the beast within.
If I could only let go.

Ladder Song - Lorde

No one knows where the ladder goes,
You’re gonna lose what you love the most.
You’re not alone in anything, you’re not unique in dying.
Feel estranged every now and then, fall asleep reading science fiction.
I wanna fly in your silver ship, let my mama hang, and my sister sit.
It’s on now, the days are long now,
The ups and the sun downs, and a twisting mind.
If I gotta go first, I’ll do it on my terms.
I’m tired of traitors always changing sides. They were friends of mine.
Don’t hang around as the promise breaks,
Or you’ll be there when the next one’s made.
Kiss the feet of a charlatan, some imagined freedom.
All the rest is predictable, trying your hardest to melt the snow,
Tie the knots to concentrate, keep on pulling that rope will break.
We’ll welcome the new age covered in warrior paint.
Lights from the jungle to the sky,
See now, a starburst looks just like a blood orange.
Don’t it just make you want to cry? Precious friend of mine.
Will I know when it’s finally done? This whole life’s a hallucination.
You’re not alone in anything, you’re not alone in trying to be.