i'm gonna go sleep bc it's the best i can do

anonymous asked:

Are you taking prompts at the moment? ^-^ bc I saw the prompts you reblogged and thought “You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.” sounded cute, and I also saw you say you like thinking about Killua & Gon sleeping next to each other, and thought it might fit? only if you want to of course! and while I'm here, THANK YOU for sharing your writing, it's so so much fun to read and to follow you because I know my day will be saved whenever you post something new <3

I’m actually trying to hold off on doing requests at the moment bc I have three other projects I’m currently working on hahaaaaaaa ^^; But this was so cute and your message was so incredibly sweet, I just had to write it!!!

This takes place after two-ish years after the killugon separation, so they’re sixteen here! Alluka and Killua are visiting Whale Island (and Gon, of course) for a bit before going off to travel the world again!

I hope you like this! Thank you so much again for your kind comments~


Killua jolted at the ear-blasting sound and dropped his DS, heart leaping up into his throat. 

“Killua,” came the familiar, stubborn tone from the open doorway. 

Gon, Killua’s mind sang out silently. 

He immediately stomped that inner voice down. He had thought being separated for nearly two years would’ve gotten rid of the way his insides twisted at the sight of his best friend.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“What, Gon?” Killua snapped as he snatched his DS of the soft sheets. “I said goodnight to you nearly half an hour ago. Who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?”

“Technically, it’s my room since it’s my house.”

“Technically-” Killua shot back, irritated, “- I’m the guest, so its my room. Not yours. Seriously, what do you want? Normally you’re asleep by now.”

Gon shut the door behind him before padding over to the bed. Killua could hear him approaching with the quiet tap-tap of his bare feet against the wooden floor. By the time Gon arrived at his bedside, Killua had pushed himself upwards into a sitting position.

They just looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything. Killua swept his eyes over Gon’s mess of hair, the crumpled green t-shirt and caramel eyes that seemed to glow even in the dark of night. 

He didn’t see anything wrong with Gon. But that didn’t mean anything. Killua had learned that the hard way.

“…Gon?” Killua asked lowly. “What’s-”

“Move over,” Gon said.

Killua blinked. “Um.”

But Gon was already pulling back the sheets and moving to sit down on the mattress. Killua scrambled away until his left arm hit the wall, gaping as Gon shimmied down under the covers.

There was a beat of silence. Then-

“Aren’t you gonna sleep, Killua?” Gon asked and Killua’s mind reeled.

What the hell was going on here?!

“Gon,” he said through gritted teeth.


“What are you- no, why are you in my bed?!”

Gon peeked up at him. “Sleeping. You still do that, right?”

“Of course I do, stupid!” Killua spat. “Why do you have to do it in my bed, though?! You have a perfectly good bedroom of your own, you know!”

Gon frowned. “I’m doing this for you, Killua.”


“I’m not gonna let you pull another all-nighter,” Gon explained patiently, like Killua was some temper tantrum throwing two year old. “Not if I can do anything about it.”

“W-Who said I pulled an all-nighter?!” Killua stammered.

“No one. I could just tell. You kept staring off into the distance and spacing out all day. And you never do that.”

Killua’s mouth snapped shut. He could feel Gon’s heavy gaze on his face, even in the dimness of the room. It made his skin hot and itchy.

Killua looked away, ignoring the heat on his cheeks. “So what if I did?”

“Ki-llu-aaaaa,” Gon whined and Killua clenched his jaw hard enough to ache. “Why aren’t you sleeping? Is the room too hot? I’ll tell Aunt Mito if that’s the case and we can open up the windows an hour before we go to bed.”

“No! No, that’s not…” Killua didn’t know what to say. The truth was too embarrassing, there was no way he could tell Gon.

A feather-light touch brushed against his wrist.

“Killua,” Gon said quietly as Killua sucked in a breath. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“No.” The calloused hand tightened around his pale fingers. “Its not. If its bothering you, its not stupid. I promise I won’t laugh. Please, just…tell me. I want you to be comfortable here.”

Gon didn’t say ‘with me’. But the implication was heavy and palpable as it hung in the air between them.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut, inwardly cursing. There was no way he could hold back after that.

“I, um. Its just, that- the thing is, ever since Heavens Arena…”


Killua swallowed. His hands were starting to sweat. He really hoped Gon wouldn’t notice. 

He inhaled deeply before starting again. “Ever since Heavens Arena, after you and me started sleeping in the same, uh, bed. I have a hard time…sleeping on my own. I normally sleep with Alluka when we’re in hotels.”

Gon didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t let go of Killua’s hand either, though. Killua wasn’t sure what to make of that, but apparently the rapid pounding of his heart could.

The stupid thing hadn’t calmed down since he’d ran into Gon’s open arms three days ago.

“Is that all?” Gon asked, voice cutting through the air, and Killua blinked.

“Um. Yes?”

“Oh,” Gon said. He didn’t sound angry, or upset, or even annoyed. If anything, the little sigh in his tone was relieved. “That’s great! I was scared it was something really bad.”

“I.” Killua was so confused. What was going on. Why was everything always so damn weird whenever Gon was around?! “I don’t get it.”

Gon beamed at him, those tan, freckled cheeks dimpling like they always did whenever Gon got ridiculously happy, and the air in Killua’s lungs disappeared. 

“I’ll stay with you,” Gon said simply. “Every night until you have to go again- we can share a bed, just like we used to when we traveled together! That should fix the problem, right?”

Killua let out a squawk as Gon suddenly yanked him down onto the pillow. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the DS clatter to the floor. 

But that didn’t matter. Because all he could see right now was the tiny flecks of gold in Gon’s eyes.

“G’night, Killua,” his best friend whispered and his breath ghosted over Killua’s cheeks.

Killua bit the inside of his cheek. He could still feel his blood racing through his veins. He’d just have to deal with it. There was no way Gon was leaving now.

“Night, Gon,” he murmured back. The last thing he saw before he shut his eyes was Gon’s tiny but completely genuine smile, like he wouldn’t be anywhere else but here, at Killua’s side.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Killua realized they’d fallen asleep holding hands.

anonymous asked:

Can you talk about the college au more because I'm intrigued

gosh it aint even a Thing yet, i popped wide awake at 3am last night when my brain went “au where everything’s the same for kara but all the superfriends go to college together” which is probably a fic that’s going to be written 50 times over if it hasnt already been so i figured id drop it like i usually do with my 3am ideas but it got stuck in my head 

under the cut cause i went too hard :/

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anonymous asked:

Part 1. Don't you think it would be a big mistake not to put anything explicit between bellarke this season? By explicit I mean a confession and/or a kiss. They're always moving forward. It's like the nature of their relationship changed every season, enemies, co-leaders, friends, best friends, friends with romantic feelings. If they don't take the next step they could stagnate. I'm not being a shipper, I'm talking as a viewer of shows.

Part 2. The slow burn ships reach a point where they have to happen, not because shippers want but because it’s transparent where they’re going, it’s on the scripts they’re writing and the “will they or won’t they” doesn’t work anymore. Casual viewers can get bored and shippers can start to lose interest. They have to give the viewers something solid. I really hope writers to be smart and not to get afraid of feedbacks.

Part 3. I’m expecting them to be reunited at the end of 4x09, then in the next episodes to get more obvious than ever and something huge in the episode 12 since it has been written by Aaron and I feel it’s gonna be an “intimate” episode with few characters (bc everyone will be in the bunker I guess)

Honestly? Yes, I think it would be a mistake not to have anything more explicit than we have gotten between Bellarke in Season 4.

I don’t think that the timing has been quite right earlier in the season. Bellamy and Clarke needed to separate to flesh out their individual journeys more, which is why I loved 4x07 and 4x08. But now they’re coming back together in either 4x09 or 4x10 I’m assuming and there are six days left to survive and the nature of Bellamy and Clarke’s journeys conveniently push them together. 

Clarke is now learning to let loose a little bit and take a moment for herself (the 4x07 bedroom scene) and she’s moving on from L.exa. Bellamy’s journey is in part about saving himself, and part of that could make him open to a relationship with Clarke, something I doubt he would have allowed himself before.

I don’t think that Bellarke has stagnated, I think the writers have been saving the romantic stuff for the back end of the season (as they should - lets be honest with ourselves - 4A would have been too soon for a romance between Bellarke if they don’t want us to mistaken Bellamy as a rebound, which he definitely isn’t). The stakes are higher now, the clock is ticking. Our characters have a clear direction in their character arcs now and they’re finally ready to join each other again to work towards a final solution. Emotions will be running high. Aaron has an episode coming up. 

Honestly? Things are looking good for Bellarke. It would make sense for something to happen in the next few episodes (I think if any episodes this season, it will be 4x12). 

However, I don’t think that we necessarily need a kiss or even an “I love you” for their feelings to become explicit. I think an almost kiss could do the trick, because it basically confirms that the romantic feelings are there, and offers a promise of a future. It squashes any idea of Bellarke being platonic, essentially, which I think is what Season 4 needs to accomplish.

There are other ways besides an actual confession or a kiss to show that Bellarke is romantic, so I’d be willing to accept anything else that is explicit if we don’t get either of those things. I still think a kiss is pretty likely though. :)

The only reason that I think its possible they might hold off on a kiss is because I’ve read the finale spoilers and, contrary to what some people are saying, I have reason to believe that they are still real. And because of what is in them, I can envision pretty clearly a really angsty Bellarke storyline the writers might be planning that would result in canon Bellarke within the first half of Season 5. 

But EVEN if they go that route, we still could get other forms of “confirmation” - more or less - that Bellarke is not Platonic. 

I think people are getting antsy because it’s been almost a month and half we’ve waited without any new Bellarke, because of this hiatus. The energy I’m seeing on my dash is pretty similar to the energy between episodes 3x06 and 3x10 last year, where we waited two months with no Bellarke (except even worse then). I know it may feel like there hasn’t been any true Bellarke development but I think the reason for that is as you already stated: Bellarke is ready to happen. They’ve developed enough that its difficult to develop their relationship anymore without making them romantic. The writers have just been holding the romance for 4B, so we should start seeing some development from here on forth.

Also, just wanted to add that we don’t actually know that Aaron and Wade are writing 4x12. We know they’re writing 4x10. I think that, if any writers are writing two episodes this season (besides JR), its most likely him (since he’s a co-executive producer) so *fingers crossed*. It does add up that they would write that episode since they have always written the episode prior to the finale ever since Season 2 (when they joined the writers team) so I’m hopeful about it.

anonymous asked:

Hello, it's the anon who sent the Sakura Trick opinion ask (I'm sorry again for sending it two times)... Thank you for providing a detailed opinion of it! I'm curious about which anime/animes (not even sure if that's the correct plural form) you think are a better representation of wlw.

lol you’re fine, i would’ve sent it again too if i wasn’t sure it sent. 

to answer your question, like i said, i’ll be the first to admit that there isn’t a whole lot to choose from with yuri in general, so when you wanna start adding in actual good rep and idk… morals.. to the checklist, the results are even slimmer so bear with me here. it is anime we’re talking about. 

so here’s the best i can do in no particular order (i’ll put it under the cut so this isn’t as long):

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slowlydivergingallatonce  asked:


oMG YES THANK YOU also i stayed up past 11pm writing this you’re welcome

Clint sits in the middle of the front lawn, watching curiously as men move back and forth between the once empty house and the big truck parked in front of it. He hopes, perhaps absurdly, that the new owners will have children his age, someone besides Barney for him to spend time with, but he sees no one but the movers. He’s about to give up and go back inside when the front door to the empty house opens and a small girl with vibrant red hair comes tumbling out. She stops still when she sees him and then approaches slowly, almost shyly.

“What’s your name?”

Clint blinks once, transfixed by the way that the late afternoon sun shines off of her hair. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so red in his life. “Sorry,” he says, realizing he completely missed her question. “What?”

“What’s your name?” she repeats. “I’m Natasha.”

“I’m Clint.”

The girl, Natasha, nods, sitting down next to him, running her fingers through the freshly cut grass. “I live here now,” she says unnecessarily.

“Where did you live before?” he asks her, because he feels like it’s an important question.

Natasha just shrugs. “Somewhere else.”

He’s about to ask her about ‘somewhere else’ but his mother’s voice from behind him cuts him off before he can give voice to his question. “Clinton! Dinner!”

Natasha’s eyes flick over his shoulder and then back to him. “It was nice to meet you.” And then she’s gone, hurrying back through her own front door as quickly as she came.


“School is stupid,” Natasha decides one night when they’re lying side by side in his backyard, staring up at the stars.

“You think so?” Clint asks her.

“I know so.”


“Because they don’t teach us about the things that matter.”
“Are they still fighting?” he asks quietly, covering her hand with his own.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “That’s why I’m out here.”

“You know,” he says, squeezing her hand, “You can always come stay over. Whenever you want.”

“Can I?”

“Yeah. Come on.” He leads her through his backdoor and they tiptoe up the steps, collapsing on his bedroom floor in hushed giggles as soon as the door falls shut behind them.

“Clint?” Natasha whispers later when it’s dark, in the brief seconds before sleep, the small distance between them in bed feeling all of a sudden like an ocean.

“Yeah?” he whispers back.



“Clint! Wait up!” He turns to see Natasha rushing towards him, hair flying and backpack bouncing up and down on her shoulders. She’s panting slightly as she slows to a walk beside him, hurt evident on her face. “Why did you leave?”

He shrugs, not quite sure why he’s so upset with her. “I dunno.”

“We always walk together. Did you forget or something?” She sounds like she doesn’t even believe her own words.

“I guess I just figured you were too busy with your new friends,” Clint spits, venom lacing his voice.

Natasha stops still in the middle of the sidewalk, shock written across her face. “Clint, I…you…you know that’s not true!” she stammers, eyes pleading with him. “Don’t you?”

“I miss being your friend, Natasha.”

“You’re my best friend, Clint. That’ll never change.” She holds out her hand like an offering. “Promise?”

He can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong in her world. People like Natasha were made for the spotlight; track star, straight-A student, constantly sought-after by the popular crowds in school. People like him were made for the periphery. But for some reason, she’s chosen him, so he lays his hand on top of hers and says, “Promise.”


“Be honest,” she orders over the pizza that they’re sharing on his bedroom floor. “What’s high school like?”

“Scared?” he teases.

Natasha glares at him defensively. “Maybe I am.”

“You don’t have to worry,” he says, softer. “I’ll be there. And I’ll be a sophomore, which basically makes me an expert.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you a tour and help you find all your classes, and if some guy tries to make a move on you I’ll go all protective-older-brother on him.”

“You think someone will-?”

“Relax,” he cuts her off, squeezing her shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

Natasha lets out a deep breath and Clint can feel her body relax under his hand. “It’s late. I should go.”

“See you tomorrow morning?”

Her lips quirk up in a small half-smile. “Wouldn’t miss it.”


He’s always imagined Natasha as a heartbreaker, never thought it would be the other way around, and so when a boy breaks her heart during the second week of her junior year, he rushes over to her house, a pint of ice cream in hand.

“How did you get in?” she asks, looking up at him with a tear-streaked face that makes something in his chest stir with anger.

“Your mom,” he replies, sitting down on the end of her bed and offering the ice cream.

She laughs weakly, a stray tear tracking its way down her cheek, and he reaches up to brush it away almost subconsciously. “Did you bring two spoons?”

It’s Clint’s turn to laugh. “You better believe I wasn’t going to make you eat this whole thing on your own. What are friends for?”


“I asked Bobbi to prom,” Clint says casually.

“Great. That’s great.” Natasha doesn’t want to think about his senior prom because then she has to think about him going away to college and leaving her to finish her last year of high school alone. Well, not alone. She has other people, but none of them are Clint.

“Nat, are you okay?” Clint’s worry shines through his face as he looks at her.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles distractedly, and he knows she’s not but he lets it go.

When the big night comes, Natasha spends it in her room watching movies on her laptop, wanting to cry without a justifiable reason. It’s well past midnight when she hears a knock on her window and looks down to see Clint standing outside, still dressed in his tux, a box of pizza in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” she hisses, opening the back door and beckoning him inside.

He shrugs. “I realized that there was somewhere else I’d rather be.”

Natasha leads him upstairs, feeling suddenly self-conscious in her sweatpants and tank top combo, but Clint doesn’t seem to mind. He sets the pizza on the floor before pulling her into a hug, his arms strong around her waist. Something about it feels off to Natasha, different somehow, but she puts it out of her mind as she presses her face into his shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss you, Nat,” he murmurs into her hair. “More than anyone.”

And then suddenly, his lips are on hers and Natasha’s not quite sure how but he’s kissing her and she’s kissing him back and she’s kissed her fair share of people before but it’s never felt like this.

“Clint,” she whispers as he pulls back and begins to unbutton his jacket. “What are you doing?”

“Well I’m not going to sleep in my tuxedo,” he says, as if it should be obvious.

Natasha laughs weakly. “Don’t you think we’re a little old for sleepovers?”

“Nah.” He pulls her towards him, kissing her again softly. “We can be kids for one more night.”

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