i'm going to keep making these bad cards until someone stops me

fake dating trope subversion

It’s only six in the evening on a Thursday, but the bar near Stiles’ work is already half full. Not so packed that he wants to find another place to drink, but busy enough that he has to wait a few minutes for the bartender to get to him.

During that waiting period, a guy sidles in close to Stiles and offers to buy his drink for him. The man is taller than Stiles by a few inches, and he uses his height to his advantage by standing so close that he’s almost hovering over Stiles, clearly posturing. It makes Stiles roll his eyes.

“No thanks, man. I’ve got it.”

Apparently the lack of eye contact, the verbal brush-off, and the general fuck-off vibes Stiles is giving off aren’t doing it for the guy because he says, “Come on. It’s a free drink. You can’t say no to that.”

Stiles stops trying to get the bartender’s attention to look the guy straight in the eyes and say, “No.”

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anonymous asked:

KP- I'm crying omg, Ignis almost fighting the stranger in his bed 😂 I imagine Noctis is adamant that he's too comfy to leave and says he has nowhere to go anyways because SOME asshole named GLADIO kicked him out. Ignis softens a tiny bit but is still reluctant to let Noct stay, tho he looks harmless enough he supposes, just too sassy for his own good. Cue awkward bed sharing maybe? ;) Bonus: Ignis stretching out before bed and noct pretends to be asleep but he's watching like ?! DAMN! I'M GAY!

I’m sorry this has taken so long, but at last it’s time for a side-Ignoct catch up post!! These two are almost as bad as Promptio when it comes to being totally obvious-slash-oblivious about their mutual crushing. So I hope you enjoy this post featuring flexible Iggy and Noct’s Big Gay Awakening :3 

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anonymous asked:

I need advice. I'm with my first boyfriend, who is also my first kiss. And we started to make out yesterday and I was a little nervous. I need advice on how to kiss better and maybe some make out tips

15 secrets to make your first kiss perfect

Keep these 15 secrets you need to know about first kisses in mind, and you really should have no trouble perfecting that first kiss.

#1 Plan ahead. A first kiss never pops right out of the blue. Even if it seems like an unplanned heat of the moment thing, the setting you create around each other is what gives you the opportunity.

The best time to kiss a date or a friend is when you’ve spent quite a while with each other, either on a date or while watching a movie at home because that gives both of you enough time to warm up towards each other. And most importantly, you need to find a way to get some alone time with no one around. Plan ahead so both of you can get some alone time at the end of the date, either in the car, a lonely park bench or at your place.

#2 Build the sexual tension. Your date must want to kiss you back, or at the least, you must know that your date would reciprocate it before you try kissing. Try to sit close to your date. It’s a great way to pass your sexual vibes to them. And most importantly, speak in a low and soft voice. Speaking softly is a natural turn on. Talk about how wonderful you feel spending time with this person, or talk about how enjoyable the day was.

#3 Avoid distractions. Distractions are the bane of first kisses. You won’t believe the number of first kisses I’ve missed out on because of a cell phone ringing at the wrong time or a bladder full of pee. Isolate yourself in the moment and make sure your date isn’t thinking of anything other than this beautiful moment with you.

#4 Location. The location plays a big part in a first kiss. If you play your cards well, a first kiss could lead to a lot more within minutes. I remember the first time I tried kissing a girl in front of her house. She had her eyes closed and was kissing me passionately and climbing all over me, but I just couldn’t stop craning my neck to see if someone was walking past us.

If people walking past you bothers you, kiss your date in a parking lot or in your place. But make sure you keep the location in mind if you want to go beyond just a first kiss.

#5 Hygiene. Bad breath ruins any chances of a first kiss. If you’re planning to kiss your date after a garlic-infused dinner or a long drive, make sure you pop a breath mint into your mouth. If you want to make your first kiss feel a lot sexier, drink a sip of water a few seconds before trying to kiss your date. It makes your lips feel moist and a lot more kissable.

#6 The right kind of touch. The way you touch your new lover while trying to cozy up with them makes all the difference in a perfect first kiss. Constantly touch your date on their arms or play with their fingers. Let your date feel comfortable with your touch, and even like it.

And once you’re feeling bold enough to go for the kiss, whisper in their ears now and then or play with their hair. Nothing sends the kissing signal out better than that.

#7 Help your date read your mind. If you’ve used all the tips so far and your date reciprocates your touches by touching you back or coming closer to you, you’ve done all the right things. So hurrah for you!

Now you need to let your date know that you want to kiss them. Go close to your date’s face, and wait for them to move in closer to you. If all goes well, you’ll be kissing your date and making out with them in no time.

But if your date doesn’t come closer to kiss you, it doesn’t matter. You need to create other ways to excite them sexually. Go really close to them and place your palm on their cheek or graze your lips on their cheek, really close to their lips. If your date closes their eyes to take in the sensation, they’re obviously ready for the kiss. But if time is what they need, continue to get touchy feely until they get too weak in the knees to resist you any further.

#8 Take it really slow. Once you start kissing your date for the first time, don’t get carried away and get aggressive instantly. Feel your date’s lips softly touch your own and spend a few seconds trying to understand who takes the upper lip or who takes the lower lip. Trust me, that one thing alone can lead to confusions if you’re already used to a particular type of kissing. Improvise your kissing style as the seconds stretch on.

#9 Using your tongue. Don’t use your tongue immediately as soon as you start kissing your date for the first time, but don’t keep it hidden either. Slide your tongue in just a tiny bit until you touch your date’s lips with your tongue. If they reciprocate, you’re doing it just right. Beyond the first thirty seconds or so, it’s alright to get bold and explore just a little more, very softly, of course!

#10 Learn to keep your hands busy. Once you’ve got your lips busy, what do you do with your hands? For starters, place your hands on the sides or the back of your kissing mate. If you want to turn the passion on, you can run one hand through your date’s hair or move it along the neck.

If you want to get bolder, place your hands on your partner’s sides and move them along the sides of the body, inches away from any strategic locations. If everything goes well, your hands should get rather busy in a short while!

#11 How long should a first kiss last? First kisses aren’t measured in seconds.  They’re measured in passionate moments. A perfect kiss isn’t just one kiss, it’s a series of well timed first kisses. Kiss your date for a few seconds, and move your head back slowly, but keep it within a few inches from your date’s face. It makes you feel more in control, and you’ll be able to read your date’s expression too.

If your date backs away, you need to wait. If they come closer and start kissing you again, they like what you’re doing.

But what I’d suggest is to move your face back just a little bit after several seconds, and come in for another kiss within a second or two. It shows that you want to kiss, so it won’t leave your date wondering if you’re not interested in the kiss. By taking occasional breaks and coming in for a kiss again, you’ll be able to increase the passion and make your date want your kisses even more

#12 Vary the kisses. Start with a really soft kiss, and follow it up with another soft kiss. But once the kisses start to get frequent, vary the pace and the pressure of the kisses. Push your date aggressively once, and immediately after that, kiss your date softly again. That’ll leave your date confused in a passionate frenzy of kisses, and they’ll start to get wilder and more aggressive too!

#13 Don’t stop at the lips. A kiss may start at the lips but could end anywhere else. After a few minutes of intense kissing, don’t stagnate the game by restricting your kisses only to the lips. Every now and then, kiss your date’s cheek, the chin or their neck in between all the kisses on the lips. It gives you access to more places and makes the whole experience sizzle a lot more.

#14 Don’t push it. Don’t try too hard to reach out to too many places too soon. If the first kiss goes well, you know there will definitely be many more dates with many more kisses too. So unless you’re certain your date likes where your hands are going, don’t try to reach out to too many places. Perfect the first kiss and create a memorable experience first. Letting your hands wander into your date’s pants comes later.

#15 Watch the signs. Learn when to back off. If your date stiffens up, pulls away quickly or seems distracted while kissing, move your head back just a few inches.

Don’t kill the mood by asking your date why they’re distracted. Just stay close to their face and focus on their neck or their ears. If you date has something to say, they’ll say it. If they don’t say anything, get back to the lips and pucker your lips for another long series of sexy first kisses.

3. Strands of Lies

Part 1, Part 2

Genre: Angst, a tease of smut

Word Count: 1325

Warning: Reference to past sexual abuse/noncon

Thumbnail made by @1vyprincess 


Jungkook stared at the passing city lights with dead eyes. The driver had greeted him cheerfully when he emerged from the elevator, but the dark veil that hung over Jungkook’s head caused some concern. The chauffeur glanced back at Jungkook’s spiritless bearing through the rear view mirror and cleared his throat. “Jungkook-ssi, is something the matter?”

Jungkook blinked slowly and turned his face away from the window. “I’m just really tired, and it’s been a long day.”

“It’s not my place to ask, but did something happen while discussing matters with Master Kim?”

Everything happened.

“Not really, just a bit of payment due from my family or something. That’s what he said at least.”

“I see. Apologies for inquiring. If you’re tired, you may rest. I will wake you when we arrive.”

“Are you taking me to my uncle’s home?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s not where I live anymore. I’ve been living with someone else for years.”

“Would you like me to take you there instead?”

“Yes please.”

God, all Jungkook wanted was to feel Yoongi next to him. He wanted to wake up and find him curled up in a ball, taking up only a quarter of the mattress space as usual. He wanted to drape himself around his little spoon until Yoongi sleepily cursed at him for making him sweaty. He wanted Yoongi to roll over to face him, breath tickling his skin, soft lips irresistible. He wanted to wake up with this hell confined to a nightmare that would fade as the sun climbed higher into the sky.

He gave the driver instructions to a cafe near their apartment where he would walk home from there. Yoongi didn’t live in one of Namjoon’s apartments, and Jungkook wanted to keep his address as much of a secret as he could.

Keep Namjoon away from Yoongi.

Keep them apart.

Namjoon couldn’t know about Yoongi; he would find a way to use and manipulate him against Jungkook.

And Yoongi couldn’t know about Namjoon because it would tear him to shreds.

Jungkook only had to keep these secrets to himself for a year and a half.

He pretended to sleep.

That way he wouldn’t have to answer any more questions.


Jungkook trudged to the front door and checked his phone. He was two hours later than usual. He quietly opened the door and peered in to find Yoongi laying across the couch watching a late night show he wasn’t even remotely interested in. As soon as Yoongi saw Jungkook enter, he clicked off the TV and sat up.

“What happened?”

Jungkook shifted and nervously pat his hair down. “Work stuff.”

“Like what?” Yoongi stood up and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, pulling him toward the bedroom. Jungkook’s hands were sweaty.

“I…nothing too bad, just my boss was getting pissy again.”

“What’d he do this time?”

“He threatened to fire me.”

“Bastard,” Yoongi mumbled and settled under the covers. Jungkook quickly brushed his teeth, avoiding his reflection, and changed out of his clothes before joining Yoongi. He stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours trying to accept his situation.

He swore to himself that Namjoon wasn’t going to take his virginity. That was for Yoongi. Only Yoongi. He just had to convince him that he was ok with it now, even if he wasn’t just yet.



The next morning, Jungkook woke up to a ray of sunlight piercing the dark room through a crack in the curtains, streaking across his face. He swayed between phases of consciousness until Yoongi began to stir. Jungkook shyly leaned in and placed a soft, feathery kiss over his lips. He kissed him again and again, on his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth, until Yoongi realized he wasn’t dreaming.

“Jungkook…” he groaned sleepily.

“Mmm?”

“Do you want something?”

“I’ve been thinking last night while you were asleep…” he trailed off.

“Thinking about what?”

Jungkook took several breaths, trying to calm his stuttering heart. “I'm…I think I…I’m ready.”

“For what?”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, mustering up what courage he could. He rolled on top of Yoongi, straddling him and greeting his lips with a shy kiss. As Yoongi woke up and became more responsive, Jungkook began pushing the kiss to grow heated with need and mindless want. He tentatively rolled his hips down, both of them gasping slightly at the contact. Yoongi groaned as the blood rushed to his cock, and he began to harden against Jungkook’s thigh with each grind. It felt so good, so addicting, and he wanted nothing more than to rock his hips up to follow the friction, but he stopped himself. He had to.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi warned, pressing a hand against his waist.

“Please…”

“I know baby, I know.”

“Then please. Please let me-”

“You’re shaking.”

“I’m f-f-fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he insisted and pushed him away gently “I don’t want you to have a panic attack.”

Jungkook tried to resist as Yoongi began to lay him down slowly. “I haven’t had one since he died. He can’t hurt me anymore, Yoongi, please-”

“I’m not comfortable with this, Jungkook. As much as I want to, and I really want to, I just want you to be safe.”

“I’m fine, I promise!” Jungkook insisted.

“You didn’t feel him grabbing?”

“No.”

“He wasn’t touching or trying to make you do anything you didn’t want to?”

“No.”

“You didn’t even think about him?” Yoongi was getting hopeful.

“No.”

“Not even once?”

Jungkook hesitated for a second, but that was all Yoongi needed. He sighed and carded through Jungkook’s hair. “What happened?”

“It was just for a second!”

“What happened, Jungkook?”

He huffed in frustrated disappointment and turned onto his side, facing away from Yoongi. “I just remembered what his breath felt like on my neck for a split second. That’s all,” Jungkook mumbled, tears forming in his eyes.

Yoongi sighed again. At least he was getting a lot better now. He leaned down and brushed his lips over the shell of Jungkook’s ear, placing a little kiss behind the spot where his lobe connected to his jaw. Jungkook quickly wiped his eyes. “I wish you didn’t care about it.”

Yoongi gently took hold of his face, turning it back toward him and looked straight into Jungkook’s eyes, his gaze softening with apology. “But I care too much.”



Over the next few days, Jungkook felt like he was choking. His phone was silent. No call or message of any sort from an unknown number. He even began to doubt that his meeting with Namjoon actually happened. However, though the need to tell Yoongi about it anyway was overwhelming, he forced himself to bite his tongue. Yoongi couldn’t know, but Jungkook needed him to be his first. He wanted it more than anything, but Yoongi kept refusing for Jungkook’s sake no matter what he said or did.

The building pressure of his situation began to take a noticeable toll on Jungkook, and the conflict between revealing how trapped he was and bottling it in for Yoongi’s safety led to several breakdowns in the passing days. Two of which Yoongi witnessed, fueling his worry for Jungkook and his refusal to let anything continue further than kissing.

Jungkook was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t call out for help, and he couldn’t get the one thing he wanted, he needed, because of his anxiety which stemmed from his inability to give Yoongi his first time. He couldn’t just walk up to him and say “I’m contracted to have sex with Kim Namjoon for a year and a half to pay off my family debt, so please take my virginity before he does.”

It was a swirling spiral of darkness sucking him under, and he was drowning.



Five days after his meeting with Namjoon, Jungkook received a text from an unknown number an hour before his shift ended.



Quit your job. The driver will pick you up in approximately half an hour.


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ciaccona17  asked:

I'm really enjoying the ASG story <3 Andy is the best.

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(Content notes: overdose/suicide mention, discussion of the mental health issues of a third party not present, discussion of being closeted/coming out and biphobia)

Andy feels sorry for the Bittle kid, or else she’s looking for a fight; either way, she finds him again at a new, emptier table, and sits next to him as the lunch crowd trickles out. He eyes her warily across the stretch of tablecloth.

“So,” she says, “I’m just double-checking, the… thing you discussed last night at dinner. I didn’t hear the end of that conversation. I’m presuming it’s something you wanted everyone there to keep confidential?”

“Yes,” he says, after careful consideration of her motives.

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A Wedding Gone Wrong (George Washington x Reader)

A/N: Okay, so it’s been a while since I've posted and I'm sorry. I've just been at camps and also been very lazy and didn’t get around to writing (even though the summer is the perfect time for writing). Anyway… here’s a new one and I hope you like it. Send me requests for others. I put the links for the prompt list and masterlist in my description. I love you all! 

TW: Abusive ex-husband, a few swears, and a bit of attitude. Mainly fluff though.

Oh god, another one. Being the single woman at a wedding is never fun. The jerks hitting on you and trying to sleep with you for a one-night stand. Even worse today since you’re lonely and your wits on this subject are not where they should be. 

You sit up and look at the invitation to your sister’s wedding sitting on your nightstand. Here we go again, just try not to do anything stupid. You sigh and get into your blue floral dress that you wear for most of these things. It always seems the same to you. The hugging of friends and family, the small talk, the judgment about how you’re still single and are raising a child alone. Everything falls into the “able to judge” category. 

George looks at you and groans as you tie his tie for him, 

“but mom! I wanna watch cartoons!” 

You kneel to his level and smile, “I know sweetie and frankly, so would I. But we have to be there for your aunt Angelica. It’s her special day and it would be wrong if we didn’t.”

 He nods and gets into the car. Maybe this time will be different. Stay hopeful but doubtful.

                                               .         .         .

         The service was quite lovely and now it’s time for the dreaded reception. George sits at the kid’s table, so that leaves you with your family and close family friends. The chatter is fine until your dad brings up George by saying, “you know he’s a very kind boy. Not surprised since he doesn’t have a father figure around or anything.” 

Of course he said that. You’ve learned to say nothing if they judge you, but if they bring your son into this, you will thrash. But you can’t yell at your father so you run to the nearest restroom, which is decently far, and breakdown. You try to give him the best life you can, but you know you could never be the masculine figure he needs. 

It is better this way than to be stuck with that abusive asshole you unfortunately have to call his birth father. Patrick never listened or cared about either of you. He sends his son a birthday card, but that’s all George knows of him. You never could tell him the truth, and by now he knows better than to ask. You’ve just said the scars were from a bad time in your life. It’s not a flat out lie, but it’s not the entire truth. It’s tided him over so far, you’re just not sure how much more you can take.

         You clean yourself up and step out of the bathroom to see Patrick staring right at you, 

“I told you I’d find you.” 

Shit. There’s no one else here so he has no witnesses, you are not safe at all right now. You try and walk briskly away but he grabs your arm very roughly, “and here I was, thinking you’d missed me, you little whore.” 

He slaps you clear across the face and you fall to the floor. You haven’t felt this in years so it hurts more than you remembered it to. 

You hear him grunt, ready for a final strike when someone stops him, “sir, I order you to stop and get into the police car outside. You are under arrest for domestic abuse and sexual harassment.” 

You look up to see a man half of Patrick’s size that’s cuffed him and walking him outside. 

George runs over to you “mommy! Are you okay?” 

You slowly sit up and hug him tightly, “I’m okay sweetie, thank you.” 

The man from before has come back and holds out his hand, “I’m so sorry about that miss, is there anything I can do to help?” You take his hand and he pulls you up, “I am afraid that I have to take you to the station for testimony though Mrs.-”

         You shake his hand, “(Y/L/N). Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

He gives you a very quizzical look, “Ms.? What happened? Isn’t this your son and isn’t he your-” 

here we go with this again, “was. He was my husband, he left before little George here was born.” 

George gives him a smile and holds your leg tightly, almost territorially. The man kneels down to his level, “well hello there George I’m also George. George Washington. Do you mind if I take your mommy for some time so we can make sure that bad man doesn’t hurt her again?” 

George shakes his hand and he hugs your leg tighter as he nods, “I want to keep mommy safe.”

 You smile and look down at him, “if I’m not home at the end, get a ride from Aunt Peggy, okay?” He nods and smiles, “he seems like a nice one. Keep him and see if he’s a bad one.” 

Your son runs off and you turn a bright scarlet from embarrassment. As much as you hate to say it, the man in front of you was very attractive and genuinely seemed to care about George and you.

“Do I dare ask?” he says as you both walk to your car. 

You giggle, “my son has been to many a wedding with me and knows that the men who just want to get into my pants far outnumber the ones that actually are interested in me.”

 He lets out a chuckle as well, “yes I understand that. In fact, my daughter asked me yesterday, ‘daddy? Why are boys such idiots?’ and I tell her that they just don’t know what they want or how to react around girls, or to even find the right ones for that matter… as I give her a letter from her mother in Florida who’s now married to the millionaire.” 

You give him a pat on the back, “I’m sorry…” he smiles softly and nods, “it’s okay. You’re in pain, I’ll drive.” 

You smile back and sit in the passenger’s seat. “So, single parent and an undercover cop? That’s impressive.”

“Yeah well, it pays the bills. Don’t have time to pursue anything more though.”

“Oh? And what would you do?”

“Politics.”

“There’s always time.”

“Easy for you to say, what do you do?”

“I teach tenth grade English.”

He takes a long pause, “you may have a point.”

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         The testimony takes longer than expected so George gets you a cup of hot coffee. “Here.” You smile and take the plastic cup from his hands, “thanks.” 

He looks into your eyes and sits next to you, “listen, I know we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances. But I really would like to get to know you. Do you think that at some point I could take you for a cup of coffee or something?” 

You turn a light pink and smile, “isn’t that what we’re doing now?” He laughs as well, “no because if we were, we wouldn’t be at my work and you’d have flowers in your hand and a kiss on your lips.”

 You put the cup down and kiss him softly, “there, now that’s one thing to take off the list.” He kisses you back and places a hand on your cheek, “indeed it is.”

 A spark had been set and you can’t let him go

anonymous asked:

I'm glad I stumbled across your tumblr. Whenever I'm having a bad day I'll go through your tumblr. Thank you for putting a smile on my face. Your angst is amazing and inspiring.

I love feeding my fans the most delicious angst! I’m super glad I am able to influence positively your day ^___^

I’ll keep the angst coming!

As if I would ever be able to stop ;P

Here, let me give you a tasty bit of a super angsty thing I’m working on: a Soulmate AU where people are tied by red strings.

(more angst under the cut!)

When Madara arrives to the Nakano river for their weekly meeting, it’s to find that oaf of Hashirama moping, sitting on the rocky bank and swinging his naked feet into the water, a dark expression on his face.

Madara’s thoughts immediately go to the last time he found his friend like this and his heart lurches in his chest – that time Hashirama had just lost a brother. Did the only brother he has left…?

The Uchiha might snark and vehemently deny any affection for Hashirama in the other’s presence, but the boy with the atrocious bowl-cut and a heart full of dreams of peace has become his best friend. The thought of Hashirama going through something as awful as losing another brother – the last he has left – pains Madara.

Hesitantly, he approaches Hashirama, standing right beside him. “Hey, Hashirama,” he says, looking down at his friend. “What got you so down?”

Hashirama cranes his neck to look up at him, and Madara is immensely relieved to see that he isn’t crying – it can’t be that bad if Hashirama, prone as he is to tears, isn’t actually crying but only sulking.

Hashirama opens his mouth, already shaking his head, but Madara cuts him: “I don’t want to hear any bullshit about how ‘it doesn’t matter’. I asked, and you are going to tell me what’s bothering you.”

Hashirama frowns, black eyes meeting brown ones, but after a second he sighs and gives in, shoulders drooping. Madara inwardly cheers at being able to shake his friend from whatever dark pit his mind fell into.

“It’s Tobirama. Last week he saw his red string for the first time,” Hashirama says in a quiet, sad voice.

At the mention of the red string of fate, Madara’s eyes automatically fall on his own one, tied in a neat bow at the base of his right pinkie. The string sways with the gentle wind, Madara’s eyes following it until it blurs and seems to vanish into thin air.

Seeing one’s red string is supposed to be a joyous experience – it’s the proof that somewhere on this green earth, at the other end of that string, there’s someone who is their soulmate, a person who is a perfect match for them. Madara looks back up at Hashirama, and a question rises unbidden: in the face of such an auspicious happening, why is Hashirama so sad for his brother?

Is Tobirama’s string cut?

The thought makes Madara feel ill for a moment, and he can’t help but cradle his right hand and his own string to his chest. The thought that one day he might wake up and see it devoid of the slight tension pulling it, dangling limp and lifelessly - he can’t even bear to think about it,  that his soulmate might die before he even knows their name. (His name, because Madara at fourteen already knows where his interest lays.)

“Is…” Madara sits down beside Hashirama, observing him carefully for any signs of distress that might confirm his theory. “…is his string cut?”

Hashirama violently startles at the suggestion, cradling his left hand to chest much like Madara did just a moment ago – his string is likely tied to his left pinkie, then.

“No!” he shouts, horrified – but then he hesitates and looks away, kicking the water in frustration. “Maybe it would be better if it were.”

Madara can’t even wrap his mind around that – how can Hashirama hope for his brother’s soulmate to die? “Explain, now,” the Uchiha orders, frowning.

Hashirama sighs again, picking up a stone and turning it between his fingers. “The thing is that Tobirama’s string isn’t tied to his pinkie,” he says, holding up his own left little finger.

“Where, then? His big toe?” Madara asks, trying to make a joke – and he winces at his own failed attempt when Hashirama grimaces and shakes his head. His friend’s eyes are wide and shining with unshed tears when he looks up at Madara, miming choking himself by pressing his thumb and forefinger into his neck. “It’s tied around his neck - like a trap noose, trying to choke him. He says he can breathe just fine, but it’s tied so tightly it cuts the skin and it makes him bleed.” Hashirama’s hand leaves his neck to clench into a fist, knuckles white and bloodless.

“His soulmate is hurting him and I can’t do anything!” he shouts, chucking the stone into the water with anger.

Madara is frozen with horror, gaping. For the very symbol of true love to hurt someone- it’s unthinkable, it’s so wrong it feels like an abomination, like the corruption of something pure and holy the kami gifted them with. “How is he taking it?” he asks quietly, and Hashirama sighs again, carding a hand through his short black hair in obvious frustration.

“He’s Tobirama, how do you think he’s taking it?” he asks in return, his voice dry and rough. “He pretends it doesn’t bother him. He says this is simply a reminder that this soulmate business is just a weakness for a shinobi anyway.”

Hashirama often talks of his little brother, and from his description Madara got the picture of a stubborn little genius who takes too much after the old generation - those world would not be strange coming from his own father’s mouth.

“Does he really think that?” he wonders aloud, and Hashirama gives a bitter chuckle - a sound Madara would have never imagine his friend could make. “That’s what fathers wants to hear, and Tobirama gives it to him.” All tension seems to drain out of Hashirama, who deflates and leans against Madara, his head on the Uchiha’s shoulder. “I think he wants to believe it. Granny said that a string like that means that his soulmate hates him and will likely kill him.” Hashirama makes a tiny sound of distress. “How must it feel to know that your soulmate will never love you but hate you, and try to kill you?”

Madara represses a shiver, squaring his shoulders - he generally doesn’t like physical closeness, but in this precise moment Hashirama’s warmth is very welcome to chase the ghost of death away, and he doesn’t shake the older kid off.

The Uchiha heir doesn’t have an answer for Hashirama. He looks down at his red string and tries to picture it. Picture seeing hate glowing in the eyes of the man at the other end of it, seeing him brace a kunai rather than opening his arms to greet him and- And he quite can’t. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong.

Then he thinks of Izuna, who is Tobirama’s age and has yet to see his own string. He pictures seeing blood well on his throat from an invisible tread, choking him like a dying hare in a trap noose and-

“You need to find his soulmate and kill her. Or him, whatever,” Madara says, voice hard, and the irony of the role reversal isn’t lost on him.

Hashirama freezes against him, going completely rigid. “What…?”

“It’s the only way,” Madara says, standing up. “You can‘t let your brother die. Ask him to swear he will tell you when he meets his soulmate, then kill them.”

Hashirama jumps to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. “How can you ask me to kill Tobirama’s soulmate!”

Madara bares his teeth to his friend, the picture of Izuna’s dying smile in the forefront of his mind - kami knows how often that vision has haunted his nightmares. How can Hashirama not feel the same fear crushing his heart? “I don’t need your grandmother to know that a red string hurting its owner isn’t a good omen! How can his soulmate love him, when their string is killing him! Are you really going to risk Tobirama’s life like that? It’s your duty to protect him! If his soulmate doesn’t kill him, they are bound to hurt him in other ways. Are you going to stand there and let it happen!?”  

Hashirama pales, taking a step back - at the ripe age of almost fifteen, he of course must know all the ways humans can hurt each other, physically or not.

“You only have one brother left,” Madara says quietly, and he can’t quite tell if he’s talking to his friend or himself. “Are you going to let him die too?”

Hashirama is silent for a long moment, then shakes his head with decision, his brown eyes never leaving Madara’s black ones, making a silent promise: I won’t.



[continues with a damn lot of angst, because by the time Madara and Tobirama brush each other’s naked skin and see that they’re bound by the same string, Izuna is long since buried and Madara’s hate for Tobirama is an obsession. 

There’s a certain, perverse justice in this: their string appeared when they were kids, it was choking Tobirama long before he killed Izuna and thus earned Madara’s hate. Does that mean that Madara was fated to hate Tobirama? That Izuna was fated to die like he did?In the many sleepless night Madara soldiers through, he learns to make a sort of hateful, grieving peace with that.

If Izuna was fated to die, then Tobirama is fated to suffer. The Senju’s pain won’t bring Izuna back, but it eases the darkness rotting Madara’s soul, and that’s enough. Madara will hurt him, will drive him to a painful, slow death.]

anonymous asked:

Are we sharing romance stories that could inspire you for BINU? Okay so my friend is a violinist in the city's symphony and was almost late to rehearsal and ended up running off the bus with her case and like halfway down the block she apparently ran right into someone and the first thing she said was "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY" and the guy was like, don't worry about it. But she was talking to her violin Lily and the guy was so upset that he just sat there on the ground pouting until she noticed

halskjdfhdf thank you so much for this !!!! i was having a bad time at work but this made me smile so much truly i love binu and this idea ???

  • He’s late he’s late he’s late he’s so late
  • Cha Eunwoo, first violin of Fantagio Symphony, is three and a half minutes behind schedule 
  • He’s going to be so late 
  • As soon as the bus he’s in stops, he taps his card on the card reader and tumbles out of the bus, clutching his violin case and backpack tightly
  • He’s come to the Fantagio building so many times over the past year he could practically walk to the place in his sleep
  • But of course he isn’t going to sleep, he needs to be there in exactly 16 minutes now 
  • And he needs 5 minutes to walk there, another 8 minutes to set up 
  • And of course, the extra 3 minutes remaining (previously 7 minutes) to account for anything that might delay him 
  • Such as a daydreaming man walking staring at buildings instead of looking at where he’s going
  • okay to be fair Bin isn’t daydreaming !! 
  • He’s taking a course in architecture to fulfil his Expressive Cultures requirement 
  • And I mean if you’re walking down a nice street with plenty of buildings you might as well put what you learn into context right? 
  • And that’s how he collides headlong with an angel
  • A very startled angel
  • An angel with furrowed brows and eyelashes longer than his lifespan and a very alarmed voice 
  • Angel: “OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY" 
  • Bin, on the floor: ”???? No buddy don’t worry about-“ 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: “wait" 
  • The angel isn’t even looking at him ????????? He’s staring at a sky blue case in dismay and stroking it 
  • Angel: "oh my god I’m so so so sorry I’ll polish you extra when I get home alright" 
  • Bin, slightly sulky: :( 
  • Wait okay he’s apologising to his violin????????? 
  • Okay that’s really weird 
  • But Bin can deal with weird he deals with Rocky and Sanha all the time 
  • He can deal with weird 
  • Especially when weird comes in the form of an ethereally handsome being 
  • Shit if the angel rushes off he’ll never see him again 
  • He’s gotta think of an excuse fast to keep him here and ask him out gdjgdjshshsgsh
  • Right 
  • How about that one apologising by asking out on a date trope that vivi always uses?
  • A good trope, Bin decides 
  • truly i am trash i will change it up the next time i swear
  • Angel: "it’s alright I’ll just retune you when we get to rehearsal" 
  • Bin, still pouting: :–(
  • Angel, rubbing the case: "dammit I really hope you’re okay please don’t get dinged please be fine”
  • Bin, still on the floor, pouting extra: :—-(
  • Eunwoo, finally looking up from his poor violin case: 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Eunwoo: oh my
  • He has a minute left and he really has to go
  • But wow truly this boy sitting in front of him????? With his thick black rimmed glasses & his cute beanie (boldly emblazoned “COLD” when it’s now smack in the middle of summer) 
  • and him blinking sleepily and his ridiculously adorable pout????????????
  • Wow just Eunwoo’s luck to run into a cute guy the singular day he’ll be whacked into oblivion for being late to rehearsal
  • Shit he needs to think of a way quick before this guy stands up and leaves 
  • And before he’s late for rehearsal 
  • Eunwoo: uh well buddy sorry for banging into you but you were also like daydreaming and walking so
  • Bin: um????? I was admiring the building?????????? You were rushing 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Eunwoo: :-( 
  • Eunwoo: :–( 
  • Bin: dammit alright I’m sorry 
  • Eunwoo: :—-( 
  • Bin, quietly cheering inside: alRIGHT how can I make it up to you? 
  • Eunwoo: :)
  • Bin, slightly hopefully: I can meet you here? At 3 tomorrow? For coffee????? 
  • Eunwoo: :D

i’m so sorry i ??????????????????????? 

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As soon as he stepped into the college Zack noticed Selina and her friend from yesterday. He looked away making a B-line for the library when, “Hey Zack!” He heard her shrill voice. It annoyed him that her personality had changed at the drop of a hat. Slowly he turned giving a quick smile and wave before turning back to the library. “No wait! Come over here!”

That’s what he was trying to avoid. Looking at the ceiling gaining some willpower to talk to her he walked over to her as she casually flipped her wavy wheat colored hair and smiled at her friend.

“H-hey.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “So what’s up?”

“Heh heh, I’m sorry I ambushed you the other day. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend already.” She slightly squinted her eyes, scowling at him.

“Yeah, me too Zack. I’m sorry.” Her friend smiled apologetically.

Zack looked at his shoes kicking a pebble across the floor. “It’s not that big of a deal. I feel like a jerk for running out on the two of you.”

Selina and her friend looked at each other and smiled. “No no,” her friend waved a dismissive hand, “we really shouldn’t have treated you like that. And I really did feel bad Zack so…okay this might sound a bit rude—ha ha! now that I’m thinking about it—but a friend of ours isn’t feeling well and tonight we’re going to go see ZEN in one of his famous plays.”

Zack nearly did a double take. Okay, I think I’ve been thinking of the RFA way to much. What the hell…

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Marina & The Diamonds sentence starters
  • "The good are never easy, the easy never good."
  • "Love... it never happens like you think it really should."
  • "Deception and perfection are wonderful traits."
  • "I don't belong to anyone."
  • "They call me homewrecker."
  • "We're all very lovely 'til we get to know each other."
  • "We're all very lovely 'til we get to know each other, as we stop becoming friends and we start becoming lovers."
  • "I'm only happy when I'm on the run."
  • "I break a million hearts just for fun."
  • "I guess you could say that my life's a mess."
  • I guess you could say that my life's a mess, but I'm still looking pretty in this dress."
  • "I'm the image of deception."
  • "Instead of love and trust and laughter what you get is happy never after."
  • "Deep down, all you want is love."
  • "We cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last."
  • "Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun."
  • "Hop into the backseat, baby, I'll show you some fun."
  • "These people are weird in here."
  • "Just because you know my name, doesn't mean you know my game."
  • "I'm in the wrong place."
  • "I'm a fucking wild card."
  • "All I know is I cannot pretend."
  • "I wanna be immortal."
  • "I wanna live forever in your heart."
  • "We'll always be together, from the end to the start."
  • "When you love somebody, they'll always leave too soon."
  • "I wanna mean something to somebody else."
  • "The only thing that doesn't die is love."
  • "They say you used to be so kind."
  • "I never knew you had such a dirty mind."
  • "You're just a little bit too much like me."
  • "I wanna tell you a secret."
  • "You can take your double standard, love, and keep it."
  • "Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep."
  • "I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you."
  • "People are staring, time to go quick."
  • "Can't let your cold heart be free."
  • "I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week."
  • "You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak."
  • "I know that I can’t have it all."
  • "I know I’m playing with your heart."
  • "I could treat you better but I’m not that smart."
  • "It isn’t fair and it isn’t right to lead you on like it’s all alright."
  • "You still mean everything to me, but I wanna be free."
  • "I'll ruin you."
  • "I’ve been doing things I shouldn’t do."
  • "It’s difficult to move on."
  • "You still can’t look me in the eye."
  • "I’ve had my share of beautiful men."
  • "I’m still young and I wanna love again."
  • "Babe, I’m gonna ruin you if you let me stay."
  • "It doesn’t feel fair then I’m planning to move on and you’re still standing there."
  • "Easy to be sleazy when you've got a filthy mind."
  • "Girls are not meant to fight dirty."
  • "Is there any possibility you'll quit gossiping about me?"
  • "I’m sick and tired of all your preaching."
  • "I know you only want to own me."
  • "You tell me one thing and do another."
  • "I live my life in bitterness and fill my heart with emptiness."
  • "There is no crime in being kind."
  • "Not everyone is out to screw you over."
  • "You don't have to live your life in fear."
  • "I wanna feel like I am floating."
  • "I'm done with tryin' to have it all and endin' up with not much at all."
  • "All I ever wanted was the world."
  • "I can't help that I need it all."
  • "You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault."
  • "Got you wrapped around my finger, babe."
  • "You can count on me to misbehave."
  • "Would you do anything for me?"
  • "I know I've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though."
  • "I wanna be adored."
  • "Take a picture, I'm with the boys."
  • "Get what I want 'cause I ask for it. Not because I'm really that deserving of it."
  • "In the lime light I want to stay."
  • "Anything for the crown."
  • "I’m not yours to keep."
  • "You don’t know me that well."
  • "All my life I’ve been so lonely."
  • "We come alone and alone we die."
  • "Don’t care if you think I’m dumb, I don’t care at all."
  • "I’m the girl you’d die for."
  • "I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out 'cause that’s what young love is all about."
  • "I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy."
  • "We fell apart."
  • "I think you're gonna be my biggest fan."
  • "Nothing is provocative anymore."
  • "Question what the TV tells you, question what a pop star sells you."
  • "Question mom and question dad, question good and question bad."
  • "You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?"
  • "What's the point in playing a game you're gonna lose?"
  • "You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake."
  • "You're a coward 'til the end."
  • I don't wanna admit that we're not gonna fit."
  • "I'm not the type that you like."
  • "I can't let you go."
  • "I just want it to be perfect... to believe it's all been worth the fight."
  • "You only ever touch me in the dark."
  • "Only if we're drinking can you see my spark."
  • "I wanna stay inside all day."
  • "I want the world to go away."
  • "I wanna drink until I ache."
  • "I wanna make a big mistake."
  • "I wish I wasn’t such a narcissist."
  • "Oh, God! I’m gonna die alone."
  • "Ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?"
  • "Give a little, get a lot. That’s just how you are with love."
  • "You may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art."
  • "I'm gonna make you fall."
  • "Women and men we are the same, but love will always be a game."
  • "A human vulnerability doesn't mean that I am weak."
  • "I would sell my sorry soul, if I could have it all."
  • "All I really want is to be wonderful."
  • "People in this town, they can be so cruel."
  • "If only you knew, my dear, how I live my life in fear."
  • "Did I really deserve it?"
  • "I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love."
  • "Got bubble wrap around my heart, waiting for my life to start."
  • "I do not give a damn if you don't believe."
  • "It's my problem that I never am happy."
  • "Are you satisfied with an average life?"
  • "Baby, nothing comes for free."
  • "It's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away."
  • "It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway."
  • "It's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die."
  • "This better be worth my while."
  • "I feel numb most of the time."
  • "I can't open up and cry 'cause I've been silent all my life."
  • "I need a friend."
  • "I'm no good to anyone."
  • "All I care about is being number one."
  • "I lie in bed, I hate my guts."
  • "It only takes two lonely people to fuck love up and make it evil."
  • "It only takes a drop of evil to fuck up two beautiful people."
  • "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker."
  • "Every kiss you give me makes me sicker."
  • "You're the best I've ever seen."
  • "Hollywood infected your brain."
  • "You wanted kissing in the rain."
  • "Your mind is just like mine."
  • "Baby, I'm gonna leave you drowning until you reach for my hand."
  • "I'm the one who left you, you're not the one who left me."
  • "I want you to die for my love."
  • "I take one look at you and I grow cold."
  • "Love is all that I fear."
  • "Ready to be let down."
  • "You were embarrassed of me 'cause I used my tongue freely."
  • "She's got all the personality of a lemon that has been truly sucked dry."
  • "You don't know fuck about my family."
  • "Never felt like a princess."
  • "You're hard to hug, tough to talk to."
  • "The only time you open up is when we get undressed."
  • "You don't love me, big fucking deal."
  • "Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control."
  • "I adore you, and I can't leave you alone."
  • "Come on, baby, let's just get drunk, forget we don't get on."
  • "Before the start began, I always saw the end."
  • "I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing's ever gonna give."
  • "Just don't get attached to somebody you could lose."
  • "Boys they like a little danger."
  • "I love you... At least I think I do."
  • "Sleep is not my friend."
  • "I go to bed feeling bad, that I'm the reason that you're sad."
  • "Do you want to be with somebody like me?"
  • "I feel like if I'm too kind, then you will only change your mind."
  • "Take advantage of my heart, and I'll go back into the dark."
  • "Love will never be forever, feelings are just like the weather."
  • "You've been acting awful tough lately... but inside, you're just a little baby."
  • "You don't always have to be on top."
  • "Better to be hated than loved for what you're not."
  • "You are not a robot."
  • "You're lovable, so lovable, but you're just troubled."
  • "Guess what? I'm not a robot."
  • "You've been hanging with the unloved kids, who you never really liked and you never trusted."
  • "You are so magnetic."
  • "Don't be so pathetic, just open up."
  • "We’ve broken up and now I regret it."
  • "I said goodbye when I shouldn’t have said it."
  • "No, I don’t love you."
  • "I just want to be held when I’m scared."
  • "Don't do love, don't do friends, I'm only after success."
  • "I just want to make a change."
  • "I know exactly what I want and who I want to be."
  • "If I fail, I'll fall apart."
  • "I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best."
  • "If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you."
  • "TV taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal."
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summary: She’ll never be alone. He can make sure of that. Grayza.
notes: Lol, I fail. Angst Week—the most beautiful time of the year—and I’ve got nothing. So much for my claim as the ‘angst monster.’ I’ll stop bragging until I actually write shit up. Anyway, this is for Bonus Day: Crossed Hearts.
more: apologies in advance. This piece is a mess. Very raw, very unedit.
for@yurisakura, for her patience and everlasting support of me.


Gray doesn’t like that Erza spends half her days sitting alone at the riverbed.

The way she stares blankly at the water reminds him of how he used to watch sheets of frozen ice floating on a cold lake, and although he has never actually talked to her beyond the occasional rude push-aside or a grunted morning greeting, he knows that there is a sad dark story behind her left eye patch – one that left her with lips quiet, her eyes dry, and her heart untrusting.

The first day – his so-called lucky day – she walked in to the guild, she came in bold yet obviously frail, her limbs quivering but her stance strong. There was something…something about her that captured him and he had no idea if it was her mysterious grace or her jaded brown eyes.

There was only one thing he really knew about her, and that was that he could not take his eyes off her.

He still can’t.

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impulse kiss (harurin, pg, ~2300 words)

Another entry for the 30 Sharkbait Kisses challenge and now I’m nearing my personal goal (15,000 words) because I keep accidentally writing 2000+ word ficlets oh well.

SO THIS IS. A WEIRD AU. WHERE HARU AND RIN NEVER MET AND NOW THEY’RE BOTH 19-20 AND RIN IS A FREETER AND ONE OF HIS JOBS IS PIZZA DELIVERY BOY. don’t ask me how this au came about, why they don’t swim or know each other, i have no idea, but here we are.  DELIVERY BOY AU.

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