i'm not good at editing things and i'm really tired to start over




Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

“You do realize that most stories like this are quite overused, right? I’m sorry to disappoint you Dipper, but I suggest rewriting this, or starting over, so it won’t end up as a cliché,” Mason sighed, tapping his long and thin fingers on the table.

Dipper groaned, and pressed the heels of his hands against his brown eyes. “Knew it,” he hissed underneath his breath, the corner of his lips curled into a scowl. “Shouldn’t have listened to my peers when they said it would have been easier,” he grumbled under his breath, not removing his small hands from their place on his head.

“I suggest not listening to your peers at all,” Tyrone butted in, taking a seat next to Dipper at the kitchen table. He had a red apple in hand, already taking a bite out of it. “They don’t really help with much at all, really.” The man shrugged, and tipped his chair back, resting his feet on the table, crossing his ankles. He frowned, and took small nibbles out of the red fruit in his hand. “Then again, that’s just me.”

“Feet off of the table, you heathen,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone’s feet. “We eat here, so at least show some respect and get your dirty feet off.” Mason’s face scrunched up a bit as he leaned back in his seat.

Tyrone just stuck his tongue out, before flipping the bird, and continuing to eat his apple. Mason huffed, and decided that dealing with Tyrone could happen later.

“As I was saying earlier,” Mason nodded his head a little, thinking before he continued, “editing this or rewriting it would help very much. I would say that if you just get rid of a few sentences or fix them, then you’ll be good. A solid ‘B’, in my opinion,” he hummed. Mason stopped tapping the table, and glanced up at Dipper and Tyrone, the former still in the same position (and had started groaning softly), and the latter still slowly eating an apple silently. “I.. Wouldn’t want you to rewrite the entire thing of course…” He said slowly, eyeing Dipper. “Are you okay?” Mason asked, tone oddly sympathetic for once.

“Mmmmhmmmmm, a-okay, totally gonna be alright. Yep. All good over here. Totally not gonna have to rewrite the entire thing,” Dipper removed his hands from his eyes, and shifted a bit, before letting his head drop on the table with a soft ‘thump’. “A-okay,” Dipper repeated, giving his brothers a thumbs up, his hand then disappearing underneath the table.

“Think you broke him, bro,” Tyrone commented, twirling his apple on his finger before taking a bite out of it. “Not the first time this happened. I think Mabel said something about this happened when they finished finals. Not sure though.” Tyrone shrugged, finishing his apple. Tossing the core up in the air and catching it, he tossed it at Mason, grinning widely.

Mason glared at Tyrone, catching the apple core. “Ew,” he mumbled distastefully, face scrunching up in disgust. He stood up, and walked over to the trash can, dropping the apple core in it. “Next time, just throw it away,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone.

Tyrone grinned at his older brother, and gave the man finger guns. “Bang,” Tyrone said, his hand moving up a bit so it looked like he shot Mason. Despite it being his fingers.

Mason rolled his blue eyes, sitting back down, crossing his right leg over his left. He put his elbow the table, and rested his chin in the palm of his head. “You sure you’re okay Dipper?” He received a groan in response.

“We’ll take that as a yes!” Tyrone said, smiling. Mason glared at him, and Tyrone just winked at the other brunette.

3. Wingman // Klance

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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on editing & repetition;

i’m such a firm believer in the shit first draft. i used to be one of those people who would madly edit as i went and labour for hours over one sentence, just to get it right. spoilers: that is a waste of everyone’s time. the trick to writing is becoming good at editing, but like, in that order, editing after you’ve written it. it can be hard to know where to start with editing, so i’ve written up this post on what i consider to be the first step in a successful self-edit.*

here’s what i do: ctrl+f. this might seem like a weird, slightly obvious thing, but one of the biggest problems with underdeveloped writing is excessive repetition. there are some words you can only use once in an entire novel, and some words that carry less weight but which you wind up using too much anyway. the real trick to a first draft is to stop giving a stuff about repetition. then, ctrl+f.

my biggest plague word is just. i’ve already used it once in this post. the first thing i do when i finish something is to search for instances of the word just and delete/rephrase every second one or so. i allow myself to keep it when it’s absolutely necessary to the meaning of the clause, but that’s about as far as i’m willing to push it.

here are a few words to look for in this first stage of repetition-fixing:

  • adverbs: the most common ones will be things like basically, actually, suddenly, really, very… but if you want to do a quick check for any words ending in -ly, that helps too.**
  • unusual conjunctions: it’s perfectly fine to use a lot of and, but but needs to be kept in check. too many negative clauses can break immersion! similarly for so, also, although, still, etc.
  • swearing. (and this is coming from someone who swears like a sailor IRL.) as with any strong and emotive language, it has more power when you hold it back and only use it for similarly emotive occasions.
  • any phrases you know you use a lot.

once that’s done, reread the work. the moment you find a word that carries a lot of weight, or a phrase that sounds incredible to you, ctrl+f it. because if you’re having that thought now, chances are you’ve had it before, and you’ve used that word or phrase more than once within the work. when something stands out to you that much, it’s worth saving it up for a special occasion.

there are a few other subtle things worth looking out for in terms of repetition, which i’ll list quickly:

  • overusing character names when pronouns will suffice, i.e. “It was still dark when Bob’s alarm went off. Bob was so tired that he had to physically force his eyes open.” that second Bob can easily be a he and no-one will get confused!
  • italics for emphasis. while you’re in the midst of writing, it may seem like you need to remind your reader that certain words will be stressed in a sentence, but it’s more likely that your reader will understand that intuitively. save italics for moments of heightened emotion and humour.
  • similar sentence structure. if you have two sentences in a row that look the same, like this: “Bob’s alarm went off, but it was still dark outside. He was unbelievably tired, since he’d stayed up too late the night before.” … then change the structure of one of them! experiment with moving clauses around until you get enough variation. this helps hold your readers’ interest, and maintains flow so that your writing doesn’t get too clunky.

there! now you’ve got a cursorily-edited first draft, just (oh, yikes, there i go) by focusing on one issue at a time. at this stage, you can go back and read it again (yes, again!) and see where you might be able to use repetition as a powerful device to draw attention to a particular concept, or to create emotion or humour.

one more thing: i started this off by cautioning against editing as you go. but when you start becoming aware of repetition, and your own personal plague words/phrases, you’ll start doing all of this like second nature. but that doesn’t mean you should stop using ctrl+f!


* obviously once you’ve done a self-edit, a good idea is to send your work off to a beta reader/critique partner. they’ll pick up on anything you might’ve missed, as well as talk you through bigger issues than are covered in this post.

** my general stance on adverbs is that they should be used sparingly (which is an adverb :P), except for comedic emphasis, in which case adverbs will do a lot of the heavy lifting. (see above: physically forced, unbelievably tired.) as with everything that frames itself as a writing “rule,” don’t trust anyone who tells you never to use adverbs.

anonymous asked:

I'm really in need of some comfort right now so may I ask for a scenario for Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Sugawara where they're comforting or helping their s/o find new interests and hobbies since their partners feel that they're losing interest in things they loved before and is now feeling kind of empty because of that? I'm basically the s/o right now and the feeling's really scary so yeah :'(

Don’t worry, I know exactly how you feel. I’ve lost interest in things that actually helped me connect with other people and teach me new things other than what those hobbies actually are. I’ve always kind of been a super laid-back person (to where I’m concerned about my lack of care for something) and have sometimes been really confused on how to feel about those feelings. I hope these help you, sorry for the lateness of this post too! Thanks for sending in this request, please enjoy. :) -Admin 4AM

P.S: Sorry if they might be a little short! If they aren’t, I probably didn’t edit this bit out. Under the cut for length though!

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anonymous asked:

This might be slightly stupid thing to ask, but how do you get interested in reading again? I used to read so many books when I was younger but now after school/work, I'm so tired that I'd rather watch TV than read.

Hey lovely, this isn’t stupid at all, I think its happening to most readers today and I definitely find this problem! I have a lot of thoughts on why this is, but long story short it’s because of a) book elitism and b) instant gratification due to the development of television, internet etc and its harder to both make the commitment and maintain interest in books (I even find it hard to finish a two hour long movie most nights). But, as our attention spans are becoming shorter its even more important to keep reading, and last year I finally decided to get out of my reading rut and committed to reading 52 books throughout the year (which isn’t that much to some people, but was more than I had read over the previous few years). Some things that helped me:

  1. Good Reads
    I don’t understand how anyone who reads doesn’t use Good Reads already, but it is amazing for organising your reading. You search for books you want to read, have read or are currently reading and “shelve” them accordingly so you can find them better. I use this to look at reviews, see what my GR’s friends have been reading/recommending, and search different genres or categories to find things I may be interested in.  

  2. Set A Goal
    Though you can do this by yourself and keep a number in mind, I’d recommend using Good Reads’ Reading Challenge as it shows how many books behind/in front you are and the percentage you have finished for the year (displayed on a progress bar). At the end, it will also give you an overview of your year of reading, showing how many pages you read, the longest and shortest books, your average rating, your favourites and other cool things. Actually visualising your progress can really, really help and keep you motivated to stay on top of your goal (it got me to read around 15 books in december to finish my 52). For some people this may only make reading stressful which is NOT good (so if thats the case don’t do it), but if you like planning definitely set your goal now!

  3. Social Media
    Blogging about literature that I loved or wanted to read on Tumblr also really helped motivate me, especially when people started asking me about books. If you want more readers to follow/talk to you, try making edits or posts for your fandoms and initiate conversations. Also make sure you follow people who blog about literature so it comes on your dash more frequently and keeps you interested! If instagram or youtube fits you better, try looking at people who discuss books on there too.

  4. Environment and Different Mediums
    If you get distracted when reading, try to create a space or situation strictly for books. This could be a room in your house, lying on the end of your bed, sitting in a beanbag with a cup of tea — just something you recognise as a place for reading. Make sure you keep your laptop and phone away so you don’t get distracted! You can also try downloading books onto your phone or computer so when you’re away from home and need entertainment you might pick it up and get invested (this has helped me start reading several times after becoming bored at the hairdressers or on the bus, even though I prefer physical books).

  5. Re-Read Your Favourite Books
    This is the absolute most important thing when getting back into reading. Never feel pressured to read classics, memoirs or best sellers if they simply don’t interest you! The best thing you can do is pick up one of your favourite books so you know you will finish it quickly, because it will make you want to keep turning pages. It’s even better if there is a series you love, as that gets you back in the habit of picking up another book straight away (reading Harry Potter always helps me). Similarly, don’t be afraid to put a book down if you don’t enjoy it - there is no shame in moving on if it’s just going to make you dislike reading again and lose interest.  Never feel ashamed of reading something others don’t like or approve of, if you don’t enjoying reading then there is no point at all.

  6. Bonus; do whatever else motivates you
    It doesn’t matter if what you enjoy/get motivated by is what other people call superficial or whatever else. If a pretty book cover makes you want to pick it up then buy books with pretty covers! If taking pictures for #bookstagram helps to motivate you than do it!!! Just rediscover the excitement of reading again, the feeling of staying up all night to finish a good book, rushing to the local store because you can’t wait for a new instalment. Reading should always be enjoyable, so make sure you are reading for you and not just because you feel like you should. 
Song lyric inspired Sentence Starters (Ke$ha edition)
  • "I always knew you were a bad boy."
  • "You used to be what I would live for."
  • "Watch your back."
  • "I wish I'd known from the start."
  • "I'll string you up to have some fun."
  • "There's not enough room for you and for me."
  • "You better run 'cause there's gonna be some hell to pay."
  • "I was dancing with the dark."
  • "You better get yourself a gun."
  • "Listen to yourself, you're a hot mess."
  • "What's it gonna take to confess?"
  • "We both know."
  • "Now your little party is gonna end."
  • "Here we go."
  • "And now some shit's about to go down."
  • "You really should've kept it in your pants."
  • "I never thought that you would be the one."
  • "Maybe you shouldn't kiss and tell."
  • "I'm hearing dirty stories from your friends."
  • "You're looking like a tool not a baller."
  • "I can find someone way hotter."
  • "You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut."
  • "I'm so sick of it.."
  • "I've had enough!"
  • "I hope you know you gotta go."
  • "You said you want a ride, you're gonna get it."
  • "I need a quick fix."
  • "Only thing on is the radio."
  • "Give it up and let's go."
  • "We got chemistry, damn it, it hurts."
  • "Look what you do to me."
  • "We're steaming up the windows."
  • "No better place for you and me to be alone."
  • "I feel you on my skin."
  • "You got my heart racing."
  • "Pull over quick!"
  • "C'mon let's cause a scene."
  • "We gonna do it now."
  • "C'mon let's do it."
  • "There's a party at a rich dude's house if ya wanna go."
  • "No, we are not on the list."
  • "No, we don't give a shit."
  • "C'mon get naked."
  • "Party till the break of dawn."
  • "I threw up in the closet."
  • "But I don't care."
  • "We're young and we're broke."
  • "I think I'm still drunk."
  • "The sun is coming up."
  • "I got drunk and totally lost it."
  • "Here we go."
  • "Welcome to my funeral."
  • "Without you I don't even have a pulse."
  • "All alone."
  • "It's dark and cold."
  • "With every move I die."
  • "Nobody can save my soul."
  • "I am so delusional."
  • "I have destroyed our love, it's gone."
  • "Payback is sick."
  • "It's all my fault."
  • "Just fighting to get through the night."
  • "I'm fading."
  • "I'm broken inside."
  • "I've wasted the love of my life."
  • "I'm losing it."
  • "When did I become such a hypocrite?"
  • "Lies that you caught me in."
  • "Trust me, I'm paying for it."
  • "I'm just a zombie."
  • "Who I am, is not who I want to be."
  • "I'm such a tragedy."
  • "I'm dancing with tears in my eyes."
  • "This is it."
  • "You're really gone this time."
  • "Never thought I'd be in pieces left behind."
  • "You don't wanna mess with us."
  • "Tonight, we're going hard."
  • "We'll be forever young."
  • "I'm so sick of being serious."
  • "I'm making my brain delirious."
  • "I ain't coming back."
  • "Trying to get a little bit tipsy~"
  • "Ain't got a care in the world."
  • "And now the dudes are lining up."
  • "I'm already here."
  • "You build me up."
  • "You break me down."
  • "You got me with my hands up."
  • "You got me now."
  • "There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around."
  • "It's a dirty free-for-all."
  • "When the dark of night comes around."
  • "That's the time."
  • "I'll regret it in the morning."
  • "There's a place I know if you're looking for a show."
  • "Now we're getting so smashed."
  • "It's a filthy hot mess."
  • "Gonna get faded."
  • "I'm not the designated driver."
  • "We don't need a key."
  • "We get in for free."
  • "Now you're one of us."
  • "You're coming with me."
  • "It's time to kill the lights."
  • "Tonight we're taking over."
  • "No one's getting out."
  • "This place about to blow."
  • "Now what?"
  • "We get what we want."
  • "We do what you don't."
  • "We're pretty and sick."
  • "We're young and we're bored."
  • "It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out."
  • "I couldn't find someone last night."
  • "I went alone."
  • "I was too young to get in."
  • "I stood by the back door."
  • "I saw him."
  • "Is that really you?"
  • "He's like a god."
  • "Wasted too much precious time."
  • "I wasn't good enough for them."
  • "I almost died."
  • "I still can't believe that."
  • "Did you make out with a rockstar?"
  • "Now look here what we all found out."
  • "You have got a set of loose lips."
  • "You're jealous."
  • "I know exactly what you're all about."
  • "You're such a backstabber."
  • "You're such a shit talker."
  • "I'm sick and tired."
  • "Maybe you should shut your fucking mouth."
  • "I think it's kinda funny."
  • "Got me feeling kinda special."
  • "You're looking like a lunatic."
Of course I love you- Austin Carlile - Afiya

Can I have one with austin carlile where ur busy writing a song for ur band and austin wnats to cuddle but u keep saying no and then u go downstairs and u see him curled up into a ball on the couch and idk fluff or smut thank u :)))))

Hey so I’m just going to use the song “Eyes Wide Shut”  from this new all female band that screams, Conquer Divide, they’re amazing go check them out.

Shit I fucking need this chorus. “I closed my eyes ignoring the circumstances. It’s so clear, you were never there…shit what else.” Talking to myself, half-singing-half-saying lyrics over and over again till I got them was how I was spending my day. “It’s so clear you were never here…. It’s so clear you were never here and I can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong when you loved me in your messed up ways well it’s not-“Babe!” Austin says, yelling down the hallway coming towards the music room “Babe, come lay with me.” He says, wearing his tiger onesie, “I wanna cuddle.” He says, smiling at me. “I’m even wearing the tiger onesie.”

“God, Austin I just had it! Fuck, not now okay? Just go away.” Shooing him away with my hands, I turn back towards the notepad on the small table I had, hoping I hadn’t forgotten what I had and scribbling it down.

“Fine, whatever.” I hear him say, but I can’t think about him right now. “I closed my eyes ignoring the circumstances. It’s so clear; you were never there, and I can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong. When you loved me in your messed up ways. Well it’s not enough for me to stay.” I edit a few things, and write the guitar instrumental, which took a while.

Smiling to myself, I read through what I have so far, then sing it again with the guitar:

Mistakes that you made/Don’t be surprised that they’re carved in stone/I never thought we’d come undone/Till I learned you can’t trust anyone/Oh!
It’s times like these that I gave in/But times have changed/You’re getting under my skin/
I think I’m out of my mind/Because I’m staring with my eyes closed sitting here/You keep ignoring the past/On your knees like a bitch and you keep crawling back/
It’s a waste of my time/’Cause I’m staring with my eyes closed sitting here blind

Chorus: my eyes ignoring the circumstance/It’s so clear, you were never there/And I can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong/When you loved me in your messed up ways/
Well it’s not enough for me to stay.

“That sounds nice.” Austin says, from behind me.

“God, Austin!” I say, jumping slightly in my seat “How long were you there?”

“I just came in, I didn’t want to disturb you. So I just let you-“

“Austin, you need to just give me some time alone when I’m writing.”

“I’m know, I’m sorry Y/N I just wanted to cuddle, I missed you.” Austin had previously came back from touring last week, and he’s still in the “lets-cuddle-forever-because-I-love-you-forever-and-I-missed-you-for-all-those-months- i-was-gone-so-kiss-me-forever” phase, but I had a song to write and an album to do for my band, and I couldn’t cuddle with him.

“Austin, we cuddled all morning please I need to get to work, if you want to cuddle then if you just leave me alone then maybe we can later but just let me work okay?!” It was 10PM and after working on this song all day, and I had only one verse and a chorus I couldn’t stop to cuddle and watch movies when the rest of my band needed me.

“Okay, fine it’s whatever.” He says, walking out, “I’ll just be downstairs alone on the couch if you need me.” His voice sounded forced, as if tears were challenging it’s strength. “You probably won’t though.” He says, closing the door behind him.

“2nd verse, c’mon Y/N, you can do this.” Saying this to myself, i power through the next verse, it was 11 now, and I was starting to get tired, but i couldn’t stop now, I was almost done. Singing the next verse quietly, i felt confident about it. I was finally getting somewhere.

Games that you play
Don’t be surprised when you’re all alone
You better hurry up, get goin’
‘Cause honestly you think I’m joking
There’s no hope for tomorrow
It’s a lesson learned, so I let you go
And I’ll bury your name
'Cause I can’t live off the happiness of better days

That was the third verse, and again there was the chorus, about to strum, I hear Austin at the door, “Y/N are you done yet? It’s been an hour, I miss you.”

“I’m almost done, but i really just need to be alone right now okay?”

“But all day you’ve been-”

“Austin don’t you think I know that! I fucking know all day I’ve been writing this shit song, trust me, I know. You know too so don’t act like songwriting is easy. If you want to act like a baby do it somewhere else, I’m almost done." 

"Fine.” Slouching, with lips curving downwards and melancholy eyes, he walks back out of the songwriting room we have in our house. He mumbles something inaudible, but it probably wasn’t important either way.

About to start on the last verse, I get a call from my bandmate “Y/N are you done writing the song?”

“Nope, I have one more verse, then I’ll be completely done.”

“Can I send you something? I was writing it but I think it might do you some good?”

“Sure, text me.” Hanging up, I look at my screen awaiting her text message:

Why can’t you face me?
Well you got the best of me!
Well you got the best of me!
I tired to forget you but baby you were my perfect disease
Was it all a dream?
You can’t disagree
Well I wish I’d never let you get to see the side of me
Here’s another story for your eyes to finally see
What will never be, we’ll never be
Watch me walk away

I gave you everything, and now I’m so numb
'Cause I’m staring with my eyes closed sitting here blind
I gave you everything, I gave you everything, I gave you everything
I’m so numb

The lyrics were amazing, and I call her to tell her that. “Bro, thanks so much this is perfect, it fits right in with the melody and everything!”

“Anytime, what did you do today?”

“Write the song, I had a serious case of writers block, but I powered through.”

“You always work so hard, tomorrow take the day off, spend time with Austin.”

“Ugh he was getting on my nerves today.”

“How so?”

“He knew I was writing, and he knew I needed to concentrate but he kept asking to cuddle and stuff.”

“Oh yea, didn’t he just come back from touring or something?" 

"Yep, and I’m happy he’s here and i wanted to spend the day with him, but I had to do the song because we go into the studio in a week or so and-”

“Y/N, you love Austin right?”

“With all my heart.”

“Okay well he loves you too, and you’ve both missed each other a bunch while he was touring, go spend time with him. Go tell him you love him.”

“You’re right, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Bye.” That girl was everything to me. She’s a life saver, literally. If she wasn’t in my life during high school I wouldn’t be here now.Going down the steps, I peak at the living room, not seeing Austin.

“Babe?” I ask cautiously, still moving down the steps, “Austin?” Still no answer, so I move towards the couch, where he said he would be, and that’s exactly where he was. “Austin are you okay?” He was in fetal position with his knees to his chest, starting blankly at the tv. “Babe.” I say, touching his foot. “You up?” Crawling on top of him, I admire him along with the tiger onesie.

“Yeah, I was waiting for you all day.” He sighs, “I got really tired but I waited up for you.”

“Austin I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“It was like you cared about the band more than me. Today I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Of course I love you.” “Didn’t look like it today.”

“Well I do love you, always.”

“Today it didn’t.” He turns off the tv and pushes me off of him lightly, as he walks away and up the stairs, following him, I wonder what he meant by that. “Are you really that mad?” No reply, “Austin,  I yelled at you but I promise it didn’t meant anything.” Following him to the bedroom, he opens the door and crawls into bed.

“I heard the song Y/N, I know how you feel about me.”

“What? That song isn’t about you! Austin I promise the int songs I will ever write about or for you will all be love songs, because I love you, forever.” Kissing him, his tender lips don’t kiss back. “Austin, you didn’t kiss me back.”

“Who was the song about?” He looks at me, eyes filled with concern, “Who hurt you like that, and lied to you?”

“My last boyfriend.” Remembering how he cheated on me, the sadness that was with me came back from nowhere and I hung my head, I was so stupid to think my ex wouldn’t lie to me. It was stupid to think he could ever love me, or anyone for that matter.

“I’ll never lie to you, ever, because I love you.” My eyes light up at his words as he lifts my chin up for my lips to meet his, and he presses on them tenderly. “I just didn’t like how you shut me out.”

“I’ll never do that again, I’m sorry babe.” Breathing onto his lips, I close my eyes, and kiss him once more before laying my head onto his chest. “It’s okay,” he plays with my hair for only a but till we both fell soundly asleep with one another wrapped in each other’s arms, his warmth filling me with sweet dreams.

—– That’s it. I know I hadn’t written in a while at all but bare with me, I’m finishing up all of my summer reading that should have been done already (school starts monday for me) and since I have AP classes next year, it’s a lot.

This was a request Lucy had saved, but I did it seeing as how she is no longer writing on the blog. Hope you all liked it c:

Sunlight, firelight, starlight

Adrien knows he shouldn’t do it. Adrien knows that there will be consequences to this action and Adrien knows this is probably a bad idea but Adrien is not here on this rooftop, Chat is, and Chat is tired of staring up at the girl who hung the moon and wishing, and every fiber of his being is telling him to leave that behind and take the chance to do something with someone who is with him, on his level. 

So he does.

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Words: 2782, Language: English

  • Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Rating: Teen and Up 
  • Warning: None
  • Categories: M/F
  • Relationships: Ladynoir (specifically Marichat)

The result of me being marichat trash at 4 am, and thinking “Oh boy I’ve never written a kiss before I should try to do that.”

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