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anonymous asked:

Jumin meeting a barista MC? Is charmed tf off by her and he keeps coming back and finally asks her out on a date? I'm so thirsty for this man it isn't even funny.

~I really love this idea! Thank you for the request and I hope you like^^


[Jumin]

  • V had recommended the coffee shop
  • So he felt he had to go
  • He expected to get a cappuccino once and be done with it
  • When he saw you, he noticed that you were cute, but he didn’t think anything else of it
  • You smiled and handed him his cup
  • There was art of a cat looking up at him as he held it in his hands
    • “You did this?” he asked
    • “Yes,” you smiled, “I’m sorry, I just love cats. I hope you don’t mind!”
  • Okay, he blushed a little
    • “Apologies if I gave the impression that I was displeased…I am actually quite fond of cats,” he replied happily.
  • He couldn’t help but stand there and talk about Elizabeth the 3rd
  • And he actually smiled when you asked to see a picture of her
    • “She is so adorable!”
  • He found himself coming back to see you, which was strange
  • The coffee was good, V was right
  • But it was mostly to see you ?
  • You never asked about what he did for a living
  • You never made assumptions
  • You just talked to him like a normal person
  • You cared about animals
  • He would sit and sip his coffee while watching you interact with the customers
  • You had a nice smile and were always so cheerful
  • He tried to not act annoyed when customers didn’t leave a tip
  • You knew his drinks by heart and made them just the way he liked
    • “Good morning, Jumin! The usual?”
  • One day he brought Elizabeth to see you
  • You made a cute giggle when he brought her to the counter
    • “Jumin…you can’t bring a cat in here,” you smiled warmly
    • “Oh? I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize,” he said
    • “It’s okay. Let’s step outside so I can meet her properly?”
  • She took to you right away and even let you hold her
  • She purred as you pet her head
    • “She can tell you have a kind heart,” he smiled
  • After that, he was completely taken with you
  • One day he came in but you weren’t there for your shift
  • He asked the manager
    • “She is very ill, I told her to stay home and get some rest…” he told Jumin with a worried look
  • He wouldn’t take coffee from anyone else
  • It wouldn’t taste right
  • As quickly as he could he put together a gift basket filled with essential oils and immune system boosting teas and food and fruits etc like just anything and everything he could think of plus bath products
  • Brought it back to the café
    • “Could you see that MC receives this?” Jumin handed it to the manager
  • He’d like to send it to you himself, but it wouldn’t be proper to have your address
  • The manager nodded
  • It seemed like he had waited forever for your return
  • Every day he entered and you weren’t there was another slight weight added to his heart
  • He found himself worrying about you
  • What was this?
  • You had been the happiest part of his days since he started conversing with you in the morning
  • It was only when you were not there that he realized just how much he enjoyed your company
  • How much he looked forward to seeing you
  • It had to mean something
  • His heart jumped when he walked through the door and finally saw you again
  • A smile growing on his face
  • It was like breathing fresh air to see your smile once more
    • “Jumin! How is Elizabeth 3rd?” you waved, “and thank you so much for the gift…it was too much, you really didn’t have to…”
    • “I would have sent more, if I knew it had helped,” he replied
  • You smiled briefly but ended up coughing a bit
    • “Are you alright? Should you be pushing yourself to work like this?” he said with concern
    • “I’m so sorry. I’m fine, I promise!”
  • He was slightly nervous all of a sudden, a new feeling
  • Watching you make his drink, he decided to finally make a move
    • “I missed your presence here in the café.”
    • “Oh?” you looked away a little shy, “but we have so many other talented people to make drinks!”
  • Jumin laughed
    • “Yes. Although, I would be lying if I said I didn’t prefer the ones you made.”
  • Okay now your knees are a little weak
  • You let out a nervous laugh
    • “If I may continue,” he said, “I realized that while the coffee was more than satisfactory, what I was missing was you. I’d like to take you to dinner?”
  • You dropped a cup in shock
  • Stuttering and smiling
  • He thought you were adorable when you were flustered
    • “I…w-would love that, Jumin.”
  • You nodded and bit your lip
  • He felt elated hearing this
    • “Perfect! Tonight, then? It’s a date,” he gave that endearing sideways smile of his.
realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

Originally posted by toomuchjams

part one

After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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anonymous asked:

32. “Keep your eyes on me.” for andreil, please?

Hello, I have finally done this! Look at me actually doing things! :)

(Note: don’t be Andrew in this. The fish are trying to quit smoking; don’t enable them.)


Sometimes, Neil couldn’t quite think about his time on the run in a straightforward sort of way. It all twisted in on itself, becoming something summarized and nonlinear. There were posted signs all around it in Neil’s brain: Do not attempt to touch the memory lump; do not attempt to feed the memory lump.

So, when Matt asked, Neil really couldn’t say how long ago it had been that he’d been on a boat. Eight names. That was all he could say about it – eight names ago. How many years ago, how old he’d been, he couldn’t really say for sure.

Andrew would know. Andrew would be able to translate. But Andrew had disappeared for the moment, and Neil couldn’t very well say to Matt, “It was back when my name was Stefan.” So, Neil shrugged.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sarah, I hope this isn't too much to ask but I just had a bad day so can I have some otayuri head canons?

Ahhh, I’m sorry you had a bad day, nonny! :( You caught me just after I finished watching Ex-Girlfriend Club with my floor-mates, so have a rewritten scene from the show:

  • Otabek and Yuri are fake dating for ~some publicity reason~, and they’ve tried really hard to line their stories up and whatnot, but they still get thrown when someone, probably Victor or JJ because they have no tact, ask about the first time they kiss. 
  • This is not a thing they’ve discussed beforehand, because it’s not a question they figured they would get from the press, and Yuri fumbles around for an answer that will sound the perfect combination of vague but true for quite some time until Otabek cuts in with…well, not exactly a lie.  
  • “Three years ago, when we weren’t exactly in a relationship, there was an instance where we were separated for three months. He wasn’t around, he wasn’t picking up calls, and I missed him so much, so I went to find him. Without a plan. It took me two hours by car to get to him, just so I could see his face even just for a while. He was…being set up with another boy, when I found him that night.” // “And then? You just left? You can’t have just left!” // “That’s right. If I just left, we’d remain forever as friends. So…I entered the bar mindlessly. Yuri was surprised to see me. He was without words, so I, too, without words…kissed him.
  • Yuri is sh00k, because he doesn’t remember telling Otabek about that night, doesn’t remember telling Otabek about anything that happened in the three months break he took from skating to try to get over his feelings for Otabek, but it did happen. And the only way Otabek would know is if Otabek’d actually been there, like he said he was. 
  • They have the why didn’t you tell me? // how could I when you looked like you were so happy? conversation later that night, when they’re finally alone. It results in angry confessions of love being blurted out, and both of them making out. 

This is unedited and probably out of character but I wanted some Simon-Klav friendship with angsty and drunk Klavier.  This is pure self-indulgence.  Mentions of Kristoph, Apollo, Ema, and Daryan; could be read as slight Klapollo references.  Approx. 2300 words.  (I might at some point revisit this and make it longer idefk) 

“Since when do you drink at the office?”

Once again, Simon found himself staying overly late at work – it had been dark for at least two hours, and he originally thought that he was the last person around.  Hell, even Edgeworth had gone home already; Simon really wished his boss would just hire a new prosecutor already. Because of how short staffed they were, he and the more experienced prosecutors had been working overtime for more than a few weeks now, and it was starting to take a toll.  

The paychecks were nice, but Simon would like some time to his own hobbies once in a while…which was why he was particularly happy about the fact that it was Friday and he actually had Saturday off.

He was about to finally leave, but noticed that Klavier Gavin’s light was on, and invited himself into his coworker’s office with barely a knock on the ajar door.  When he did, he saw Klavier drinking whiskey straight from the bottle, hence why he asked his question.  Klavier’s cheeks and nose were a little red, indicating that he had to have been drinking for some time now.

But his eyes were also red.  And not in the drunk sort of way.

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The Amazing Spider-Man 2 : Sentence Starters
  • "What happened to your face?"
  • "It's filthy."
  • "I was cleaning the chimney."
  • "I'm coming with you."
  • "We have no chimney."
  • "I've seen the grid specs and I know how to reset the entire system."
  • "_______, you're not coming with me."
  • "Sorry. I love you. Don't hate me."
  • "You need me!"
  • "I do some web designs."
  • "It's been 10 years."
  • "Everyday I wake up knowing that no matter how many lives I protect, no matter how many people call me a hero, someone even more powerful could change everything."
  • "No, I do the laundry."
  • "I think it's time I took care of my own dirty underwear."
  • "No one washes a flag."
  • "Last time you did it, you turned everything blue and red, so no."
  • "All right, laundry sheriff."
  • "Now I'm gonna take back what is rightfully mine."
  • "I will be like a god to them."
  • "A god named Sparkles?"
  • "Did your "traffic jam" have anything to do with, I don't know, being shot at by machine guns?"
  • "You want me to come down there so you can kill me?"
  • "On behalf of the fine people of New York and real rhinos everywhere, I ask you to put your mechanized paws in the air!"
  • "No, (s)he's doing... whatever it is (s)he does."
  • "You wanted to be the hero."
  • "And now you gotta pay the price!"
  • "You wanna know how powerful I am?"
  • "I'm gonna kill the light."
  • "Everyone has a part of themselves they hide. Even from the people they love most."
  • "I like to think _______ gives people hope."
  • "But I love _______ more."
  • "I thought we were already friends."
  • "Then let's go catch a spider."
  • "You're gonna wanna see this."
  • "I had a friend once. It didn't work out."
  • "_______ had you under surveillance."
  • "Isn't that the question of the day?"
  • "There really is no place like home."
  • "Not everyone has a happy ending."
  • "YOU LIED TO ME!"
  • "I'm trying to help you!"
  • "Let ME help you!"
  • "That must be a good feeling."
  • "These look pretty important, _______."
  • "Hey, you're not a nobody."
  • "We have plans for you, _______."
  • "I made a choice; this is my path."
  • "We LITERALLY can change the world!"
  • "Nothing is what I thought it was."
  • "I just wanted everybody to see me."
  • "I should kill you."
  • "I'm gonna get you out of here, alright."
  • "I'm not the one you want."
  • "I want to make you a deal."
  • "You want _______ and I can give him/her to you."
  • "You were my friend and you BETRAYED ME!"
  • "You don't give people hope."
  • "I'm gonna take away yours."
  • "_______ what did you do?"
  • "What you made me do."
  • "Did you get my message?"
  • "I'll tell you what it says. Says, "I love you." Because I love you."
  • "They got, uh, Jack the Ripper."
  • "What? They haven't caught Jack the Ripper yet. You didn't know that?"
  • "This is most cliched hiding place you could've chosen."
  • "I'm sorry, I didn't take us to the Bahamas of hiding places."
  • "You're wrong about us being on different paths."
  • "It's like seeing a ghost."
  • "Now there's nothing to distract from your unibrow."
  • "You still blow-dry your hair every morning?"
  • "I didn't get love vibes."
  • "That's actually kind of what it's like to love you."
  • "How the tables have turned."
  • "How dare you come back in here?"
  • "You recalcitrant, unworthy, defective, urchin freak(s)!"
  • "Oh, God, sorry. That's just not the answer we were looking for."
  • "Right as rain."
  • "Okay, so, Fairy Godmother, it is time to grant me a wish."
  • "You're throwing his/her stuff away?"
  • "You mean people are pissed off because (s)he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."
  • "Gives me a little extra in the cookie jar."
  • "If it was 1961, he pays me a fair wage."
  • "Yeah, I don't do complicated."
  • "Everything's always complicated with _______."
  • "I thought you two had broken up."
  • "I'm glad you're not one of those cops who rides a horse."
  • "People will say I am a monster for what I've done. And maybe they're right."
  • "You are experimenting on people in there."
  • "You are not going to bury me, too."
  • "The difference is, no one is going to miss you."
  • "Dude. Nice arm."
  • "It's just all in the wrist, buddy."
  • "Speaking of progress, you're looking better."
  • "It comes and goes."
  • "I hate this song!"
  • "You have such potential, _______."
  • "Such fierce intelligence, and you're throwing it all away."
  • "On my 16th birthday, you sent me Scotch. Or one of your assistants did."
  • "I don't expect forgiveness from you anymore."
  • "Maybe you can succeed where I failed."
  • "I never told you that it's genetic. Our disease."
  • "It's my birthday."
  • "Now it's time for me to light my candles."
  • "I'm so naked in here."
  • "It's not my fault."
The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.
Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes
rock (peter parker x reader)

word count: 2191
pairing: peter parker x reader
warnings: you sort of get kidnapped, mention of violence/drugs
prompt: REQUESTED, can you make a Peter x Reader one where you were childhood friends that were separated but then you moved back to queens. You became best buds again and fell in love. Then you find out, he’s Spidey.
a/n: I’m sorry if this sucks, it was kind of hard to span a whole decade of development into 2k words, but i hope this is alright!! i promise the next one will be way better oops (also, dykstra is where I’ve been living and rieber is where I’ve been eating, google it lmao) I am working on all the other ones in order!

You figured that Peter was always easy to talk to. 

When you were younger, he approached you first. He thought it was strange that you sat under the playground rather than actually played on it, and you thought it was strange that he joined you and asked very straight-forwardly, “Can I be your best friend?”

You giggled, and said yes, giving him a rock you had picked out of the ground as a token of your friendship. You didn’t know how you remembered it, and wondered if he had forgotten. He hadn’t.

His aunt met your mother in high school, and since the two of them were best friends, it was only natural that eventually you and Peter would become best friends also. The two of you quickly became inseparable, doing everything together for as long as you can remember until you were about 9 years old, and your mom got a job offer at the other end of the country. 

There was a time when you had Peter’s house phone number memorized, but truthfully, it only lasted about two weeks until you became too caught up in the noise of Portland to remember anymore. But you never forgot about him.

He never forgot about you, either.

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Hurricane - A Nessian Fic

thank you to @sarahviehmann for betaing and cheerleading me through this :)  prompted by anonymous, sorry it took a while but I wanted to really try and do it justice! 

Title: Hurricane 

Length: 7,700 

Summary: Nesta and Cassian post ACOMAF oneshot. Nesta comes to Cassian after the events in Hybern. The two of them release their frustration over being broken and Made and find an understanding between them neither anticipated and a connection that alters their lives even further. 

Links: AO3 

“Still sulking?”

His spine stiffens. At first it’s merely at the sound of her voice, cool as the mountain winds he misses streaming through his wings, sharp as a winter storm. That voice gets his back up even before he registers the mocking tone and the sardonic words.

Then he sees her. Nesta. Lounging against the balcony door with an ease that might suggests she owns this entire house and everything in it – including him.

The sight of her, the sound of her voice, her words dripping contempt, punch through the numb walls he’s surrounded himself with since he lost his wings with such startling swiftness and brutality that that’s all it takes to get his blood boiling.

A thick, rippling growl builds in his chest, loosed in a vicious burst towards her like roiling thunder. He’s seen battle hardened warriors on blood-soaked killing fields pale and flee from him at the sound. She barely even deigns to blink coolly at him as she strides out onto the balcony. She actually has the bald nerve and gall to approach him after that snarl had made it perfectly clear he wasn’t in the mood for her company.

She still looks like her. She’s still veiled in that icy beauty that called so sweetly to the fire in his heart, threatening to tame it; daring him to challenge it. But the Cauldron has sharpened her features, hollowing her cheeks, sculpting her fine lips, refining the lines of her face making her at once more elegant and striking but somehow also more terrible, and dangerous, and wild.

It’s a face to make men pause – especially with those eyes burning with blue fire and glittering with silver steel – honed to an edge even Az would covet – a face to make men tremble if they have a scrap of sense about them. Cassian never has.

So he faces her boldly as she approaches him, contemptuous grace in every movement, a predator at her core. She’s a panther draped in silk, a huntress of a different sort than her sister but just as deadly if not more so. She’s the knife in the shadows, the poison in the chalice, the end that comes without ever being seen.

If he ever somehow forgot her face, Cassian thinks as she stalks to stand by him at the stone balcony rail, he would never forget the way she moved. Not in a thousand immortal lifetimes could he forget that.

She moves like a storm given substance, holds herself like a queen among mice, a god among peasants – as though this world and everything in it, all its history and power and potential, the things it’s contained, the miracles it’s seen made flesh are beneath her, unworthy of her notice.

Her eyes rake up and down his body with a sharpness that cuts, weighing, calculating, judging, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on his tattered wings than anywhere else.

“Mor says you haven’t left this room in three days,” she announces, tearing her piercing gaze away from him the moment she opens her mouth to speak to him, her words frosted with apparent indifference, “You haven’t eaten. Barely slept…” she trails off delicately, examining her nails.

He couldn’t sleep. Not without reliving it over and over and over again. His wings shredded into bloody ribbons by that burst of power. The agony. The heat of the blood against his skin. The tang of it against his tongue. The bile rising in his throat. The panic constricting his chest and ripping the air from his lungs. His wings. His wings. His wings. Every time he woke in a cold sweat, panting and gripping the sheets to try and anchor himself to reality. A reality that was every bit as cruel as the nightmare he’d just torn himself from and offered him no comfort or respite from his torment.

But the rare occasions when he didn’t have that nightmare were worse. On those nights he flew through the wild, unforgiving mountains he had learned to tame centuries ago. Alive with the rush of air whipping past him, the call of the wind humming in his veins, and the taste of freedom gilding his tongue as he roared his defiance at the world that had tried and failed at every turn to chain him to its will.

Then he woke sobbing and alone in the blackness of the night; that exhilaration snuffed out like a candle by a thoughtless gust, leaving him blind and staggering and empty once more. He groped in the dark for his wings and felt the broken truth at his back and his soul howled its grief and devastation that he might never fly through those peaks again; might never soar into the arms of the waiting heavens as he was made to.

But he can’t tell her that. Can’t even begin to explain it to her, what this loss feels like for him, for an Illyrian male to lose his wings, to be grounded, what it means, the weight of what he’s lost. So instead he finds an easy smirk to toss in her direction – the kind he knows from experience will infuriate every inch of her new immortal being and says with idle arrogance, “Concerned for me, Nesta?”  

The look she gives him radiates such contempt that he can practically hear the disdainful word she sneers at him even though she never gives voice to it, please, before she says, picking at her nails in a show of unconcern that’s as tailored to his temper as his smirk was to hers, “Bored.” She says with a lazy shrug then cuts a glance in his direction as she adds, tone darkening like thunderheads gathering to blacken a bright blue sky, “And I thought might have something better to do with your time than brood over how hard done to you are, what with the war that’s coming.”

A harsh snarl erupts from him at her presumption, her insinuation, the knife she may as well have thrust between his ribs, plunging straight into the heart of him.

He advances a step towards her, wings barking in agony as they instinctively flare, a stark reminder of the loss he faces, the thing she’s trivialising with such brash arrogance.

Nothing without those wings. Nothing.

As before she barely shows any reaction to the fury she’s inspired in him and holds her ground with the same kind of serene indifference a deaf god might show the plight of an ant. Some part of him flickers, reluctantly impressed by her courage and resilience but it’s buried deep beneath the layers of raw, unbridled anger that fill his empty being – so long devoid of anything that centuries of hard training are as nothing to, forgotten in the face of her, in the way she reaches into him and rips at the most vulnerable parts of his self with cut-throat efficiency.

But Nesta, Cauldron damn her, just presses on cool and matter-of-fact, “I don’t really see what you’re complaining about myself.” He frowns down at her, expression dark as the corrupt hearts that plague the Court of Nightmares as she informs him evenly, “I’ve never been able to fly – it didn’t do me any great harm.”

Cassian has been interrogated by hardened, seasoned battle commanders with hours of time and centuries of experience at their disposal and not one of them even came close to getting this deeply rooted under his skin as this woman – barely old enough to be considered one, even as a human – has done in the space of a few minutes with a handful of icy, calculated sentences.

She knows just where to hit, exactly what weaknesses to exploit to bait a reaction out of him and the look in her glittering, unyielding eyes tells him she knows it. Damn her she knows.

He steps up to her, towering over her even in her new Fae body and she just leans in to him, arrogant, unflinching pride radiating from every inch of her.

“But if you could have flown,” he growls in her face, his barely controlled anger pulsing through every syllable and the way she glares at him, the way she gets right back in his face tells him she relishes every breath of it, “And then one day they took your wings from you and chained you to the ground and stripped you of every bit of freedom and independence I know you crave-“

Her face tightens into a soundless snarl at those words, that daring I know you, and he smiles so slowly, savouring the taste of her weak spot and he presses his advantage, digging his fingers into the cracks he’s made in that gloriously indifferent armour of ice and steel she’s encased herself in, prising them open wider.

“It would have done you harm then,” he breathes with all the arrogant certainty he can muster, “It would have driven you mad-“

“Don’t talk about me like you understand me,” she snaps, that fire flaring as her mask of ice shatters.

A broad, lazy grin spreads across his face. There you are some deep, instinctual part of him purrs to her – the being she truly is, that burning seething wildfire trapped in this immortal prison by the Cauldron’s cruel will.

“Oh but I do,” he murmurs to her, taking another step towards her as those feral eyes dare to him to do, “I do. You can try and hide behind your mask and your finery and your contempt all you like but I see you. I see you, Nesta Archeron,” rage has transformed those cold, sculpted features into those of a snarling hellcat, “You are a wild beast in skin that they have caged and tried to tame your entire life but all you want to do is roar,” he lets his smile widen, eyes dancing as he adds, “Like me.”

“I am nothing like you,” she hurls at him, voice surging with the same promise of violence and destruction as a roaring hurricane. But it shifts and becomes sharp and precise as a razorblade when she hisses viciously, “Wasting away up here and feeling sorry for yourself – you’re pathetic,” she snarls at him, venom dripping from every word.

He watches as those walls lock into place around her again, afraid she’d somehow gotten in too deep so now she shoves him out with every bit of her considerable strength and will no matter how ruthless she needs to be to do it.

“One little set back and you’ve given up,” she sneers.  

Set back? Set back?

Nothing without those wings.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he rumbles, lethal warning pulsing from every word.

That smirk; that damned smirk snaps right back onto her lips beneath her flashing storm-tossed eyes because she knows she’s won. She knows that she’s managed to get his hackles up and has barely even broken a sweat in doing so. She knows that he’s on the defensive again and that’s exactly where she wants him to be.

“No?” she mocks, arching an elegant eyebrow at him. Her voice hardens once more into that line of frigid steel when she grinds out, “The way I see it shit happens and you deal with it.” She tosses a look loaded with contempt at him as she crosses her arms over her chest with a snide sneer, “Or you don’t,” she says, her eyes flickering pointedly to his ragged wings again.

“You have no idea what I’m dealing with,” he spits at her.

Nothing without those wings. Nothing without those wings. Nothing without those wings.

He doesn’t care that he’s making this easy for her. He doesn’t care that she’s somehow slipped beneath his skin and is digging deeper and deeper into him with every word. He doesn’t care about the thick, smothering tension that’s getting tauter between them with every second, pulling the air from their lungs and the sense from their selves and making it more and more likely that one of them is going to do something incredibly stupid if it isn’t eased soon.

All he cares about is the challenge in her eyes and the way his blood roars at him to rise to it.

Her eyes narrow and lightning flashes in them as she straightens her spine and stares him down with something terrible burning in her blood as her mouth twists itself into a wordless snarl. And though he stands almost a clear foot taller than her, the rage that gathers from very part of her could make him tremble like nothing he’s seen in over five centuries of war and battle and bloodshed could do – such anger – anger that could level worlds and bring deities to their knees is all directed at him as she moves in so close that in a shiver he could touch her.

“No?” she whispers, words shaking with barely controlled fury, fury she’s trying so hard to leash to herself but with little success, “I have no idea? I have no idea?” she repeats, throwing his words back at him.

Her eyes are now glowing slits in her face and he realises then, realises that this is bigger than him and the sharp words they’ve been tossing back and forth, biting and baiting and testing each other’s limits, feeling each other out again after the things that have changed.

He’s caused something much deeper and darker in her to snap and make her forget the armour of indifference she’s used to shield herself from the world for so long. Because when she snarls the next words at him he sees, sees the cracks that splinter and fissure right down to the core of her where her ice and steel give way to vulnerability.

“They didn’t take you and stuff you into that Cauldron and turn you into something else – something you despise against your will,” her voice cracks with rage and despair and something like grief – grief for what she was, what she lost, what was taken from her.

Her breathing shudders as she goes on, apparently unable to stop herself now that she’s begun and this time her words tremble, tapping into a vein of emotion in her so deep that the impact it has on her – on him – staggers him.

“And they didn’t make you watch, make you feel helpless, and powerless, and weak as they did the same thing to the person you love most while you couldn’t do a single damn thing about it,” she rages, stamping her foot in a futile bid to relieve some of the crushing, unbearable pressure that’s hammering down on her soul.

Cassian had watched, watched as they’d dragged both girls to the Cauldron and forced them under. He’d listened to Nesta’s howling screams, seen her fight like a snared beast to get to Elain, felt that desire to tear her own being into shreds and all the world too for spite and for the sake of her sister. He’d felt her terror and her pain through that promise he’d made her, that bond he’d forged between them – the oath that had killed him when he’d failed to keep it.

The agony in his wings had been too much and he had tried, Mother damn him he had tried. Tried to keep that promise, tried to protect her, tried to die fighting on her behalf as he’d sworn to her he would.  It had destroyed a part of him when the pain had knocked him unconscious and stopped him going to her. He had failed. He had failed her. He had broken his vow. And that thought had haunted him since waking almost as much as the enormity of losing his wings had.

And if that was what watching had been like for him, what it had done to him, then to her…

“You chose this,” she hurls at him, her fury dragging him back to her like a leash on his soul pulling it in to hers.

Her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she fights to keep herself together; tries to stop herself from shattering entirely. And some part of him, some mad, wild part of him wants to reach out to her, to fold her into his arms and shelter her from it all. But the sane, rational part of him that remains tells him she would never allow him.

Her chest is heaving with the effort of containing the raw emotion that throws itself against her soul with the force of a relentless, furious ocean slamming itself against a steadily shattering cliff-face, emotion that he can somehow feel radiating out of her – anger and pain and grief and guilt and he understands.

With the impact of those three words he understands everything.

The difference in what they’d endured and all the fury and contempt she felt for him and his pain when she…

“You chose to shield your friend, your brother-“ as she had failed to shield her sister, “You chose to protect him this way- You chose.” Chose. As she would have. If they had given her that chance. “Was it not worth it?”

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Gsnk Fic: "Only You"

I’m sorry, I’m not very good at fics but here we go:

The teacher announced that the class will have a “marriage project.” The students freak out and frantically look around, slightly worried. She goes student by student and she hand-picks the pairs.
“Mikoshiba and Kashima.” They blankly stared at each other in surprise. As the teacher got to Sakura, she clasped her hands and hoped to get paired with Nozaki.“
"Nozaki and—” Sakura held her breath, “Seo.”
Her jaw dropped. She lowered her head to conceal her face. Nozaki’s head slammed onto his desk. Seo took all of this lightly and as one big joke so she casually slapped Nozaki on the back and assured Sakura that she’d take care of him and make sure he’s “boyfriend material.” Worried of the trouble Seo would cause Nozaki, she felt a bit relieved that Seo was looking out for her and treated it as the project it was.
“Wakamatsu and Sakura.” The teacher had Hori make sure everything went smoothly. It lasted a whole week and they got bonus points if they did something appropriate on the weekend.
Sakura thought she was going to be alright with Waka. He was a bit of a worry-wart but she could handle him. Also, Waka apologized to Nozaki several times about the situation even though it wasn’t his fault but Nozaki said it was fine. Mikorin and Kashima were double trouble. Hori made sure Kashima didn’t go overboard on anything. Kashima wanted to be “married” to Hori-chan-senpai anyway.

Seo and Nozaki went out for a walk, much to Nozaki’s dismay. Seo didn’t drag Nozaki by the tie or by an article of clothing like she would with Waka but she sometimes nudged him and would try to get information out of him.
“What’s your idea of a perfect date?”
“When my latest chapter is due. Then I can celebrate another release and start the next one!” He said cheerfully. She punched his arm. “No you big log, I mean as like going out and stuff. Stop constantly focusing on your manga and worry about your future love life for once!” He rubbed his arm softly and nodded at her as those words impacted into his heart. She was right. It was time to start thinking about things like that. Maybe this project wouldn’t be such a flop after all. Seo could help him out somehow.

“Senpai! Senpai! Should we go watch a movie? I’ve wanted to see that one but Seo-Senpai made me watch another alien one…” He sighed. She smiled and agreed and they watched the one he wanted to watch.

A week flew and the “couples” had their ups and downs. They learned more about each other. By the end, most of them wish they had been “married” to someone else or someone they initially would have preferred as a partner.

“Gosh… Nozaki was kind of difficult to work with but he was pretty chill. He cooks great though, and he told me that he really likes shy girls that wear cute accessories. That took forever to get him to say that.” Sakura’s cheeks flushed and she let out a soft “yes!” She thanked Seo for the “extra research” because it wasn’t part of the assignment. She was looking out for her.

“Haha, Mikoshiba was great! He overcame his shyness a little and we got along well! He checks off on my list of an ideal husband A-ok.”
“You’re not too bad yourself, Prince. You’d be ideal for climbing up a tower to be someone’s perfect wife in a heartbeat.” Aaaaand then his face got red after he said that.

“Sakura-senpai was so sweet! She took me out for coffee, tea, cookies, and the movies! We had lots of fun! Some guy in the future will be really lucky!” Waka said proud of his senpai and glad to be her friend.

“Seo… well, she’s not perfect, but I’ve always considered her more of a sister than anything. She really opened my eyes. *Sigh* I really wish I could’ve married Sakura though. She’s a huge help and she’d make a wonderful wife.”

Everyone stared directly at Nozaki before he realized those last sentences he let out without thinking. He put his hand behind his neck, embarrassed, and turned to Sakura, somehow wondering if she felt the same more or less.

She could barely speak. Her knees were knocking, her hands were shaky, her breathing cut short, and her face rose-red.

“N-N-N-Nozaki-k-kun…!!” She darted out of the classroom in two seconds. The class was silent, then resumed to their usual selves and Nozaki silently stepped out to look for her.

“Sakura, Sakura!” He called. She was nowhere to be found. ‘I’m such an idiot…!’ He thought to himself.

He heard a soft sobbing noise outside. There was a girl sitting with her head over her arms atop her knees. Her bows gave her away. Yep. He slowly walked over to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, I’m sorry I embarrassed you back there. I said what was on my mind. It was stupid of me. I didn’t mean to hurt you because I’d never want to do that.”
She slowly peaked up to see him. Her eyes were swelled with tears and she was trembling. She tried to say something but she quickly looked down. He embraced her. She felt slightly better but was still unsure as to why he did something like that. He stroked her hair.
“W-Why did you say that back there… About wanting to marry me…? Was Seo that bad?”
He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the Seo bit. Then his eyes softened to her gaze.
“Was I wrong to? I wasn’t lying. You’re a great person and friend and I love having you around. I love when you compliment the food I cook for you and when you willingly help me with my work. Your smile brings me such joy. I don’t know what the feeling is called when I’m around you and I get all fuzzy inside and nervous, but I like it.” She wasn’t sure about the “nervous” part since he was generally composed most of the time but his words sunk in. She covered her face. He took his hands and held hers to his heart. It was beating fast. He could feel her pulse on her wrist racing too.
“I-Is this what l-love feels like…?” Blushing, she shyly smiled and met his eyes.
“Then I am in love, with you Sakura…” He blushed too. Sakura basked in the moment and their hearts synchronized in beats. Their lips touched.

So my choir did some recruitment stuff over the summer and we had a bunch of new people show up who may join us.
  • One of them was a nine year old girl I'll call J for privacy's sake. She sat next to me with the other sopranos. I was acting autistic as heck (twisting my Tangle and rocking) because there were new people and things were a little out of sorts. I had the cutest conversation with her about autism.
  • Me: *Rocking and twisting my Tangle while I wait for practice to start*
  • J: *Keeps peeking over at me*
  • Me: *Notices she has Elsa on her shirt* Ooh, nice shirt. I like Elsa. *quietly sings the beginning of "Let It Go"*
  • J: *whispering* Me too! I really like Frozen. Wait, you watch cartoons? How old are you?
  • Me: I'm thirty-five. How old are you?
  • J: Nine. You still watch cartoons? Really?
  • Me: *trying not to laugh out loud* If anybody ever tells you you're too old for cartoons, remind that person that adults make 'em.
  • J: *Laughs* What's your name?
  • Me: Cyndi.
  • J: *Tells me her name*
  • Me: Nice to meet you, J. *notices John(choir director) sitting down at the piano, which is an environmental cue that practice is about to start* Oops, looks like we're gonna start.
  • Then choir practice got started and my conversation with J kind of fell by the wayside. I helped J find where she was supposed to look because she didn't know how to read or follow sheet music. I used my Tangle to point most of the time.
  • Later on, J approached me during the 15 minute break we had in the middle so people could use the restroom, get drinks and stretch their legs.
  • Me: *Doing major Tangle cranking and rocking during the break*
  • J: *Notices me moving and comes over*
  • J: What's that twisty red thing?
  • Me: It's my Tangle. It helps me stay calm.
  • J: Why are you moving so much?
  • Me: I'm autistic.
  • J: What's that?
  • Me: It's what makes me, me. You could say I'm a little different.
  • J: Different how?
  • Me: *Thinks a sec* It's like our music scores. See how I have an octavo and you have Xerox sheets?
  • J: Yeah.
  • Me: *Opens my octavo for a song and points to the Xeroxed copy on J's chair.* It's like this sheet music. See how they both show the same notes? Your music isn't bound like a book, so you have to hold it a little differently than I hold mine so it doesn't spill everywhere.
  • J: *Picks up her Xeroxed music and tries to hold it at just the bottom like an octavo and the papers bend backwards* Oh! Yeah!
  • Me: That's what an autistic brain is like. It's not bad or less, it just needs to be taken care of a little different.
  • J: Does autistic hurt?
  • Me: *Giggles* Only sometimes because I have sensitive hearing. Certain noises hurt my ears and I might look like somebody punched me. Every autistic person is different.
  • J: Is that why you don't look at me when we're talking?
  • Me: I am looking at you, I'm just not looking at your eyes. Most autistic people don't look people in the eyes because it feels a little bit scary. I'm looking at your face, but not at your eyes. I'm looking at *points at my own mouth* your mouth.
  • J: *Grins* You're so weird!
  • Me: Thanks! *sticks out tongue, laughs*
  • J: What's it feel like?
  • Me: Sorry, what?
  • J: What's autistic feel like?
  • Me: Hmmm... *thinking of a comparison a nine year old can relate to* ...kinda like I want to pay attention to everything at the same time, especially in places with lots of talking like this. Remember how muddled up the tenors and altos sounded when they messed up that line in the "Holy, Holy"?
  • J: *nods*
  • Me: That's what a lot of people talking can sound like to me. I can't make sense of what people are trying to say to me when there's a lot of noise. *Speaks quieter on purpose* Can you understand what I'm saying if I talk quieter than everybody else?
  • J: What?
  • Me: *smiles* I said can you understand what I'm saying if I talk quieter than everybody else? Another funny thing with me is I can think of a bunch of words to say about thinks I like or know a lot about, but I can't think of any words to say if people start discussing something I'm not interested in, like political stuff. That's when I get real quiet and start daydreaming a lot.
  • J: *gets real serious looking* Do people die from being autistic?
  • Me: Nah! Some autistic people need a lot of help with everything like eating, taking a shower or putting on clothes. Some of us, like me, can get dressed, eat and take showers, but I need somebody to drive me places because I can't pay attention to everything you have to pay attention to when you drive, I can't cook because the measurements get really confusing for me and I have trouble cleaning a messy room without some help. Lessee...some of us can't talk at all or can only say a few words-- that's called being nonverbal or nonspeaking. Nonverbal autistic people might use other ways to talk, like sign language, computers or pictures. Sometimes it can take a long time to figure out a way to communicate, but autistic people who can't talk are still smart. Not being able to talk doesn't mean somebody can't think or understand.
  • J: Ooh, okay, I'll try to remember that. What's that wiggle you're doing right now?
  • Me: *Realizes I'm rocking on my chair* The moving around I do is called stimming and it's something that helps me make sense of all this noise. I might have trouble talking if it gets too much louder in here. I may get clumsy too, so sorry in advance if I bump into you a lot. ((Clumsiness is due to my variable proprioception.))
  • J: I'll watch out so you don't fall down.
  • Me: *So amused by this cute kid* I don't think I'll actually fall, but thanks!
  • J: *sits down and picks up her folder* Did you get autistic because you hit your head?
  • Me: *rocks some more* No, people are born autistic and it's a lifelong thing. There are some quack doctors who think vaccines cause it, but they were wrong. There are other quack doctors who think it can be 'cured' but most autistic people don't want that. We're happy being who we are. Being autistic isn't bad, it's just different.
  • J: How do you spell autistic?
  • Me: Like this. *Writes it on a Post-it note and gives it to her* Now if you look it up on the internet, make sure you avoid anything by this group-- *Writes Autism Speaks on the Post-it too* --because they want you to think being autistic is a bad, scary thing when it's not. They want to make it go away because they think people who can't talk or take care of themselves are suffering when they aren't.
  • J: That's so mean!
  • Me: Yeah! They're mean! Anything that has to do with lighting it up blue and blue puzzle pieces is related to Autism Speaks. That wannabe charity is bad news for autistic people. Autism Speaks makes us feel bad about being who we are. *Writes "Autism Speaks is mean!" on the Post-it note*
  • J: *puts Post-it note in her pencil case* I won't click anything by them.
  • Me: Great! You're already helping me a lot by avoiding Autism Speaks. Oops, here comes John. Breaktime's over.
  • John: Doing okay with all the noise, Cyndi?
  • Me: Yup! *Tips folder by accident, drops my music EVERYWHERE* Aaaaaaaaaand there's me being a klutz.
  • J: Oops! *Helps me pick it up*
  • Me: Thanks.
  • Then we went back to practice. I was this kiddo's first encounter with autism and I hope she stays around with the choir so she sees it's not a horrible person-stealing disease.
Not so secret Santa: a Lucaya fanfic
  • Every year there was this secret santa game that all the classmates liked to participate. They would randomly select a name from a bowl full of name tags and give the name owner little presents until christmas when the Secret Santa would be revealed.
  • Everybody was excited, except Maya. Every year was stressful around secret Santa time. Having very little to no mony to spend on gifts was sometimes hard, she had to become resourseful. Recyclin, going to triftshops, flee markets, and sometimes making the gifts herself. And the kids didn't wanted those gifts... They wanted expensive candybars, of new toys, cute fashion accesories. One time in second grade, she made a picture frame with some recycled materials, and it ended in the garbage because the girl who was meant for didn't liked it. And it just broke Maya's heart, she came home crying and Katie gave her Money to buy a bracelet and a candy bar for the Secret Santa.
  • So this year, even when Maya had more money to spend on little gifts, it was still a very hard time for her, while everyone was happy and excited, she was anxious.
  • Riley: today is Secret Santa day!
  • Farkle: Yes! I hope I get awesome gifts...
  • Lucas: You guys play this game every year?
  • Maya: Yea... It sucks... I'm going to art room. Forgot something there yesterday. See you later in class...
  • Lucas: is Maya ok? She seemed a little sad...
  • Riley: Maya doesn't like Secret Santa
  • Lucas: How come?
  • Farkle: No one wants her to be their secret Santa.
  • Riley: Farkle!
  • Farkle: what? Its true!
  • Lucas: why is that? Don't they like Maya?
  • Riley: Maya is not the problem.
  • Farkle: Its her gifts. They are mostly hand made from recycled objects.
  • Lucas: But that's awesome. Like little works of art.
  • Farkle: Yeah... I guess not everybody is into it...
  • Riley: I liked my gifts from last years...
  • Farkle: o yeah? And how come you are not wearing your noodle bracelet right now?
  • Riley: murmurs...I don't have it anymore...
  • Farkle: what?
  • Riley: I said I don't have it anymore!
  • Farkle: what did you do to it Riley?
  • Riley: I lost it?
  • Farkle: lier!
  • Riley: Fine... Is in my room. Somewhere. and I don't wear it because I don't want to break it.
  • Farkle: is made of noodles Riley, not glass.
  • Riley: people already think I'm weird. I can't wear noodles, they'll make fun of me... Lets see if you wear yours this year!
  • Farkle: I don't have one!
  • Riley: not yet... But since last time she was my secret santa, now is your turn.
  • Farkle: No way!
  • Riley: farkle!
  • Farkle: Sorry Riles, No can do. Got to run, library book to return, see you later!
  • Riley: Farkle! You can't do this to me two years in a row! We had a deal! Damn....
  • Lucas: ok, what just happened?
  • Riley: Farkle bailed on me...
  • Lucas: what deal?
  • Riley: one year is my secret santa, next was suposed to be his. And is his turn. Last year was mine. That was the deal.
  • Lucas: don't worry Riles, I'll take Farkle's place.
  • Riley: Really?
  • Lucas: Gladly.
  • Riley: You are so nice. Thank you! You always coming to rescue me.
  • Lucas: yeah...
  • Riley: lets head to class to make the special Secret Santa arrangements with dad. He knows about the deal.
  • At class, Mr Mattews puts all their names except for Mayas and Lucas in the bowl, and calls each student forward to take a little piece of paper in the front desk. On purpose he calls Maya and places two pieces of paper both with lucas name on it and Maya grabs one.
  • Maya: (unfolds paper) great...
  • Mr Mattews calls Lucas and he takes the last remaining paper, and nods at Mr Mattews knowing that he'll be Mayas Secret Santa.
  • After class...
  • Farkle: so what did you get?
  • Riley: I can't tell you! Is ruins the purpose of the game. Is called "secret" santa for a reason...
  • Farkle: c'mon... Not even a clue?
  • Riley: No!
  • Lucas: I got a very nice name...
  • Maya: I got the worst...
  • Farkle: It can't be that bad.
  • Maya: it is.
  • (Riley and Lucas look at eachother with worry)
  • Riley: why is it so terrible?
  • Maya: because is gonna be hard to please this one... Is gonna take a lot of work.
  • Lucas: how come?
  • Maya: It just is. Stop asking things. I better go... I need time to think.
  • Riley: let her be. She's worried because she wants you to like her presents. Now she'll isolate herself to think about and make the gifts.
  • Lucas: I can hardly wait.
  • Next week they were suposed to start with the gifts...
  • Maya was nowhere to be seen.
  • Farkle: good morning Riley. Guess what was in my locker?
  • Riley: a secret santa gift?
  • Farkle: yes! How did you know?
  • Riley: Look! (Opens locker door)
  • Farkle: Nice teddy bear!
  • Riley: I know right? Is the cuttest little teddy beat with the cuttest little sweater. I'm so happy. What did you get?
  • Farkle: just a card...
  • Riley: sure is just a card?
  • Farkle: for now... Yes. But is musical. And says that more is to come! So I'm happy.
  • Lucas: hey guys.
  • Riley: hi lucas. Look! A teddy!
  • Farkle: card! You?
  • Lucas: i don't know. Haven't found anything.
  • They get to class and in his desk is a red box with a green bow.
  • He smiles and puts it in his bag.
  • Farkle: aren't you gonna open it?
  • Lucas: not yet.
  • Farkle: would you let me see?
  • Lucas: later dude.
  • (Maya walks in)
  • Riley: what did you get?
  • Maya: nothing yet. I guess my secret santa forgot about it.
  • Farkle: or maybe later you'll find it.
  • Lucas drops his books on purpose and as he gets down to get them up he puts a little envelope in Maya's bag when she's not looking.
  • After class everybody heads home. Lucas can't wait anymore to open the little box. He carefully removes the green ribbon and opens the red box to find a very artsy horse sculpture made of clay. Is a white horse. And Lucas liked it so much he put it in his bedside table.
  • When Maya got home, she opened her bag to find her keys and felt the heavy envelope with her hand, took it out and opened it. It was a beautiful bracelet for charms with a single snow flake charm. She liked it. A lot. She had a feeling this secret santa was gonna be different. But for now she needed to finish her next secret santa proyect.
  • Would Ranger Rick like the horse sculpture? She'll know tomorrow for sure.
  • Next day:
  • Riley: so, what was it?
  • Lucas: a beautyful sculpture.
  • Farkle: can I see it?
  • Lucas: is in my room, but sure, someday.
  • Maya was smiling when she heard he liked it.
  • Riley: so Maya. What did you get?
  • Maya just held her wrist for her to see.
  • Riley: ahww that's so pretty!
  • Farkle: so mine was the worst!
  • Riley: relax farkle, is just the first...
  • Lucas: yeah buddy, you might get a charm bracelet next time!
  • Farkle: ha ha
  • Next week: was second gift time.
  • Riley: guess what I got?
  • Farkle: Another teddy?
  • Riley: No! But is just as cute!
  • Farkle: what is it?
  • Riley: A puppy calendar! Look, it has the cutest puppy pictures you can imagine, there's even one with a bunny!
  • Farkle: yeah really cute. Look what I got!
  • Riley: that isn't so bad...
  • Farkle had a pen and a little notepad with little pine trees.
  • Farkle: yeah, is true. At least is something I can use.
  • Riley: That is true. Hey Maya what about you?
  • Maya: notting yet, I mean wasn't in my locker.
  • Farkle: Lucas?
  • Lucas: my locker was empty too. Lets go to class.
  • And there was again. A little red box with green bow on his desk. Only this time there was one silver box with a pink bow on Maya's desk too.
  • Lucas: see, I did got something.
  • Maya: Me too.
  • Farkle: what is it?
  • Lucas: can't tell yet. I'll open it later.
  • Maya: I got more charms, a candy cane, a ginger bread man and a christmas tree. And a real candy cane. Yummy.
  • Lucas smiled to himself.
  • At home he opened his box. There was a coin, a very special coin that he knew so well. The one with the cowboy ridding a bull. The same one his grandfather promissed to give him so many years ago but didn't. But how did she get it?
  • Next week, third secret santa day.
  • Riley found the cutest little candy abd ginger bread house.
  • Riley: can you believe it? Su cute and delicious!
  • Farkle: yea yea...
  • Riley: didn't liked yours?
  • Farkle: look... A calculator. I mean, is useful but not thoughful...
  • Riley: yea, I guess you could say that.
  • Maya: lets get inside class (smiling)
  • Farkle: Maya eager to get to class... That's a new one...
  • Lucas: I wanna go in too, there must be my gift waiting for me.
  • And it was.
  • The usual red box. But now it was bigger and read Fragile! Do not shake.
  • Maya: look more charms... No, just one a snow man and a gift card with 25 dls, this is so cool.
  • Farkle: home?
  • Lucas: yeah. Not until home.
  • And when he arrived home he opened his gift. His favorite. Cherry pie. Only when he tasted it he knew, it wasn't just a cherry pie, was his grandma's recipe. He smiled so much it made his face hurt that afternoon. And he ate it all. Didn't share one bit. And he loved it.
  • Next week. It was cheistmas eve. The last gift, when it all came down to telling who was their secret santa.
  • Riley: Omg Look at this!
  • Farkle: what?
  • Riley: just when I tough it couldn't get better. A snow globe with me inside in a cheerleading outfit. And it says "I'll always believe in you" omg! Farkle?
  • Farkle: (smiles) yeah... Tough you would like it.
  • Riley: I live it... Omg please don't open yours!
  • Farkle: why not? (Opens locker)
  • A really unexpected thing happened, some colored watter got splashed on his face and he got a recorded message saying: "you bailed on me! ME! And you thought that was ok, well time to think again pal. Happy Christmas not! Enjoy making calculations and taking notes on how to be a better friend! "
  • Farkle: Riley!
  • Riley: Sorry! I was mad at you. I tried to warn you!
  • Farkle: your gift sucks big time. I bet Maya's was better.
  • Riley: Serves you right for bailing on me.
  • Maya opened hers to find a single heart charm and a letter that said "thank you for all those amazing gifts. They made me feel like home and it was special. I know this was hard for you but jeep doing what you love. And you are an amazing artist Maya, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. -yours Ranger Rick"
  • When Lucas got home he opened his box. And it was empty, no present. Just a note in the bottom, with an adress. And so, he took his phone and jacket and the little piece of paper and went there. Nothing could prepare him for it, it was a mural in the side of a drugstore. The picture was amazing with so much detail. It was Lucas' favorite horse from Texas. And himself ridding it in a very beautiful prairie. He took pictures of the mural with his phone and stayed all afternoon admiring the artwork, must have taken her so much time. Days maybe.
  • When he turned she was there.
  • Maya: taking pictures of my art?
  • Lucas: don't you mean mine?
  • Maya: touche
  • Lucas: nice gift. I just wish I could take it home.
  • Maya: I have the sketch at home if you want it.
  • Lucas: I do, thank you. Most have taken you days...
  • Maya: it did... But for you, it was worth it.
  • Lucas: you are really somehting you know...
  • Maya: yeah... I've heard...
  • Lucas: so, you talked to grandma?
  • Maya: yeah
  • Lucas: I knew that was her pie!
  • Maya: Heeey, I made it! And it took me like 5 pies to get it right.
  • Lucas: it was perfect. Thank you.
  • Maya: anytime huckleberry.
  • Lucas: so, 5 pies?
  • Maya: yeah?
  • Lucas: have any left?
  • Maya: sure, lets go home.
  • Lucas: lead the way mah-am
  • Maya: you are such a huckleberry.
I'm Not Scared

Summary: Dan and Phil watch a scary movie together.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1660

A/N: I really needed some Dan getting scared while watching a horror movie fluff in my life. This really isn't very good but I tried and I suppose this is kind of Halloween oriented as well? (not really but yeah I tried) So enjoy! xx

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Dangan Ronpa Character's Reactions If You Stole Their Food
  • Makoto Naegi: *fake smiles* It's fine! *secretly wants to smack you*
  • Kyoko Kirigiri: *glares at you* Did I say you can have it?
  • Hajime Hinata: WHAT?!!!! ARE YOU REALLY THAT SELFISH?! I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT! *screams in anger*
  • Leon Kuwata: FIGHT ME BRUHH!!! *cracks knuckles*
  • Nagito Komaeda: *smiles* Huh? Oh well I'm glad you ate it! Trash like me doesn't deserve to eat! *chuckles*
  • Byakuya Togami: Good. I wasn't going to eat something you touch anyways...
  • Peko Pekoyama: *gets out her katana* Buy me a new one. NOW!
  • Aoi Asahina: YOU ATE MY DONUTS???!!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY DONUTS! WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!!! *grabs a fork and holds it in a stabbing position*
  • Sakura Ogami: I wasn't hungry anyways...
  • Mikan Tsumiki: *cries* P-Please d-don't take my f-food again. I'm a very h-hungry person. Ohhhh! I shouldn't have said anything! S-Sorry! T-Take it again i-if you l-like!
  • Chiaki Nanami: *is sleeping the whole time, she doesn't even notice you ate it*
  • Junko Enoshima: I hope you like poisoned food...
  • Mukuro Ikusaba: *pulls out a knife and holds it up to your throat*
  • Akane Owari: *finished her food waaaayyyy before you could eat it*
  • Sayaka Maizono: It's totally okay! Next time we can share it if you like!
  • Chihiro Fujisaki: *tells Mondo about what happened...10 seconds later Mondo is beating the living daylights out of you as Chihiro is telling him to stop*
  • Teruteru Hanamura: You liked it? I know what else you'll like ;)
  • Hifumi Yamada: *dies of starvation*
  • Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: YOU BASTARD! YOUR GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!
  • Izuru Kamukura: *he already knew you were trying to eat it, so he prepared another lunch in advance*
  • Mondo Owada: You should probably start running....like now
  • Kiyotaka Ishimaru: EATING SCHOOL LUNCHES WITHOUT PERMISSION ISN'T ALLOWED IN A SCHOOL ENVIROMENT!
  • Yasuhiro Hagakure: *wishes bad fortune upon you*
  • Celestia Ludenberg: Oh okay, next time you should ask me, because I don't know... I COULD OF BEEN HUNGRY YOU INCONSIDERATE PIECE OF SH*T!
  • Hiyoko Saionji: Just so you know...were not friends anymore. Were enemies.
  • Gundham Tanaka: Look at what you've done mortal! *eats hamster food as a replacement*
  • Sonia Nevermind: Do not worry, I brought a spare in case! *pulls out another bagged lunch*
  • Nekomaru Nidai: I had no idea you liked protein and fiber-y foods?! Haha! I"ll bring you another bag tomorrow. Oh boy are you going to sh*t a lot! HAHAAAHAAA! We can be bathroom pals from now on!
  • Ibuki Mioda: What lunch? Ibuki's too busy to eat during lunch. *runs to another table to talk to others*
  • Toko Fukawa: Oh. I-It's fine ACHOO! IF WE WEREN'T AT SCHOOL RIGHT NOW, I WOULD CUT YOU UP!!!
  • Kazuichi Souda: *slurps on his soda angrily and wonders how he"ll get you back*
  • Mahiru Koizumi: HEY?! Next time bring your own. Jerk!
  • Byakuya Twogami: *threatens to sit on you*
  • Monokuma: IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME! *hits a mallet on the table and your being dragged by chains out of the room*
  • Usami/Monomi: I'm always mistreated! *walks away sadly*
Magcon Preference: He Cheats and You Leave Him *Requested* Part 1/2

Hey guys so it’s been a while and i decided to get back at it, i want to apologize beforehand to all of you that had requested something a while back and never got it, i had some difficulties with this account but i’m going to try to work with it. I won’t keep you waiting, enjoy! :)

Nash: It was Friday night and the boys had been wanting to go clubbing for weeks. You weren’t feeling well lately and decided to just let Nash go out and have some fun instead of ruining his plans. “You sure you don’t want me to stay babe?” he asked. You smiled at him and shook your head “no you go have fun”. Nash smiled at you and kissed your head as he walked out the door getting in the car with the guys. You woke up a few hours later realizing you had dozed off in the couch, as you looked around you checked the time and saw that it was 3:30 in the morning and Nash was still not back. You got worried and grabbed your phone calling Nash, once it send you to voicemail you decided to Call Cam. “Hey y/n wharf’s up?” he sounded sleepy. “Um Cam i’m sorry to call you but um is Nash with you?” The line wen’t silent. “Cam?” you asked. “Y/n Nash and I left the club two hours ago, he said he had to go meet a friend.” A friend? “Thanks Cam, Night” You heard Cam sigh “Whatever he did y/n i’m sure he’ll regret it tomorrow.” “Yeah me too.” You logged into twitter and typed in his name trying to see if his fans had spotted him anywhere, and once you saw at least 50 pictures of him all over some girl you decided that was enough. You ran up to the room you both shared and angrily threw some clothe into a bag. You took the notepad that was in your nightstand and grabbed a pen leaving Nash a note ‘I hope you and your friend had fun, don’t bother looking for me - y/n’

Cameron: It was almost your one year anniversary with Cameron and you couldn’t be more excited. You knew he was very busy filming for his new movie  and had to go out of town so you decided to be a good girlfriend and surprise him. You had talked to Nash earlier and agreed on picking you up from the airport at noon so you could surprise your boyfriend in the studio. You had it all planned out, you’d surprise him and then hand him the new camera you got him, you knew he had been wanting this one for a while now and he never got the chance to buy it. Once your plane arrived you received a message from Nash who was waiting outside baggage claim for you, once you spotted him you ran to him and gave him a big hug. “Nashy! i haven’t seen you in a while” Nash laughed and hugged you back “Damn y/n you’re a little too excited, you looking to get some tonight?” he said while wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and took the bag that was waiting for you and walked into the car. “So does he have the slightest idea?” you asked. Nash shook his head “No as a matter of fact he was just about to send flowers to get delivered to your house, which by the way you should warn someone about before they die” You laughed and looked out the window not being able to contain your excitement. Once you reached the studio Nash lead the way in, you could tell they were done filming and looked for Cam’s trailer. You were right outside and nervously looked at Nash before opening the door until you couldn’t. You froze when you heard the conversation from the other side of the door. “I-I can’t do this anymore Lia it isn’t fair to y/n or Jc this has been going on for far too long” you heard Cam say. You looked at Nash and pressed your ear to the door. “But Cam i love you, and you know you love me too these have been the best two months i’ve ever had and let’s face it you haven’t even mentioned y/n once” Lia answered back. holy crap two months?! “y/n i think we should go” Nash whispered. You could feel the tears forming but you weren’t going to let that stop you. You furiously opened the door and looked at Cam dead in the eye which caught him completely off guard. “Y-Y/N what are you doing here?” Cam asked “I WAS HERE TO SURPRISE YOU FOR OUR ONE FUCKING YEAR BUT YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT US CAUSE YOU BLEW IT CAMERON” the tears were already out and you knew they weren’t going to stop until you calmed down. You looked at Nash who gave you an understanding look and left the studio leaving Cameron standing speechless. He was the one you had trusted with your heart, and the one who broke it.

(A/N: WOAH Guys that one was longer than i thought)

Taylor: When you first started dating Taylor you knew that a relationship with him also meant a relationship with rumors but you always tried your hardest to ignore the hate and lies sent your way because he made you happy. It was Sunday afternoon and you were alone at home, your parents were gone for the weekend and you hadn’t seen taylor in a while since your parents didn’t really like him around. It’s not that they didn’t like Taylor personally, they just didn’t like the image of him. You weren’t going to let them stop you from seeing him so you texted him as soon as you had the house to yourself. 'Babe i miss you x -y/n’ You texted him. Seconds later you got a reply 'Aw baby i miss you too, but i’m sick and i don’t want you to catch anything, see you next week? :( -Tay’ You sighed and put your phone back in our pocket. You really were looking forward to spending some time with your boyfriend, so getting a little sick didn’t bother you. You got in your car and drove to the store to buy some chicken soup, as you made your way into Taylor’s drive way you too out your spare keys and made your way inside. You stopped mid way when you heard a giggly giggle and a trail of clothing that lead to his room. “Are you sure she doesn’t know?” you heard her say. “Yes she doesn’t know” Taylor answered. You were fuming. you grabbed the soup and walked into his room where they both layed naked. They weren’t facing your way so they still had no idea you were inside. You grabbed the soup and threw it at both of them. “What the fuck?!” Taylor yelled and his face softened when he saw you “Y/N oh my god i swear this is not what it looks like.” “Please Taylor enlighten me what does this look like to me then?” Taylor was about to answer you but you just couldn’t stand being inside his room where he was naked with some other girl “You know what i don’t even care we’re done” You ran out of his room and got into your car pulling out of the drive way before he had the chance to chase you. You tried your hardest to hold the tears in but it wasn’t working. Guess your parents were right, he was the kind of boy you should’ve stayed away from. (A/N: i know throwing hot soup seems kinda harsh but let’s pretend it wasn’t hot enough to seriously burn him)

Shawn: You weren’t used to seeing your boyfriend like this, so drawn by fame. You felt like as if all the popularity was changing him. Of course he would’t admit to it and every time you brought it up he would deny it or say you were just being paranoid. You got fed up with it and decided to just keep your mouth shut instead. You were backstage in the Austin Mahone concert, Shawn was about to perform as an opening and Becky and him were rehearsing some lyrics. Their friendship always kinda bothered you but you didn’t want to add jealousy onto the list of things you were being ’Paranoid’ about so you just let it go. She wasn’t really fond of you and you weren’t fond of her but you made it work for Shawn by playing friendly. You sighed as you checked your watch seeing that there was only 5 minutes before Shawn made his way to the stage. You decided to wish him good luck and walked towards him but were caught off guard when you saw Becky dive in for a kiss, what shocked you was the fact  that he actually kissed back. You stood there waiting for him to notice you and once he finally did his eyes grew wide. “Y/N nononono you weren’t supposed to see that we uh this uh isn’t oh my god..” You shook your head and let the tears fall “Just admit it Shawn, admit you changed, for the love of god just own up to it” Shawn stayed quiet. “I take that as a yes then?” you said while wiping the tears of your face “This wasn’t going to workout anyways, from the minute you made top charts you changed into a different person, and you just aren’t the Shawn i fell in love with.” You gave him a while to process what you just said but nothing seemed to come out. “Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome Shawn Mendes!” they called out. Shawn walked towards the stage and then back at you but you had already been making your way out to the exit.

Aaron: I’m sorry guys i just can’t picture him cheating 

Something Far More Valuable
  • Genos and the Minis run into the last person they want to see at HQ.
  • -While on an errand at headquarters, Genos has the Minis with him as they are about ready to leave and head home.-
  • Genos: Roku, Ichii. Don't run too far now.
  • -Calls to the two who decided to race as they made their way to the elevators. Ichii starts to outrun Roku but then...-
  • Ichii: Ah!
  • -nearly falls back to the floor as he runs into something hard. However the impact of the floor to his backside didn't come.-
  • Metal Knight: Oh? Now what do we have here?
  • -Ichii blinks as his gaze rose up, feeling a chill run up his spine as he locks eyes with a bulking android with lavaesque eyes who managed to use the entirety of his hand like a hammock to catch him. Roku, who instantly recognized him froze on the spot. Though he watched out carefully for his brother who (for the first time) was rendered speechless.-
  • Genos: Metal Knight.
  • -Although it seemed like he'd helped him from falling back from the impact, it was evident that there was some sort of eerie pressure in the air that said otherwise; especially since he was practically trapping Ichii from moving at the moment.-
  • Metal Knight: Ah, Genos. It seems he nearly had an accident after running into me. I just happen to catch him.
  • -reluctantly eases his grip to allow the kid to scurry back to his guardian along with his brother. It was rather reminiscent of ducklings taking cover under their mother's wing, which was pretty much what all the Minis were doing as they looked in fear of the mountainous stranger. -
  • Genos: ...Thank you. I apologize if he may have caused you alarm. [-He was always casually polite with the guy since he was a highly decorated hero, however he was still quite wary of him due to the warning that Driver Knight gave him during the battle with the Space Pirates.-]
  • Metal Knight: No need. It was purely an accident after all.
  • -Though it was hard to tell since he barely made any motions with his head or limbs, Genos could somehow feel his gaze lingering on the Minis, and instinctively raised his hands a bit as though to safeguard them.-
  • Metal Knight: I must say, Genos-kun, it's rather curious that you would have so many quality replicas of yourself. What purpose do they serve you?
  • -Just as he thought, he showed some interest in them. That was certainly raising a flag in his head.-
  • Genos: ...They were meant to assist my Teacher in my absence during my repair sessions.
  • Metal Knight: Well considering you are currently present, are they still a necessity for you to have? Especially since it seems like they have features that don't usually associate with simple house chores.
  • -He probably was aiming that remark towards Roku, who attacked him the last time they met. He glared at him, though still clinging on to Genos' leg like a lifesaver.-
  • Metal Knight: Why don't you loan me one of them? I'm sure I could gain some beneficial insight from them that would help further the development of some of my pet projects.
  • -Genos frowned at that, feeling the Minis cower when he asked if he could have one of them for his experiments.-
  • Genos: No, I will have to decline.
  • Metal Knight: Are you sure? Couldn't I make you an offer that might change your mind?
  • -Urges the Minis to move carefully around him as he led them to the elevators to escape this uncomfortable situation.-
  • Genos: I'm afraid there is no offer that you could make that would change my mind. [-Though he said this in pretty much the same manner as he always did, there was definitely a colder edge to his tone that seemed to threaten Metal Knight to drop it.-]
  • Metal Knight: ...Even if it might be some valuable information of a certain individual you've been searching for for years?
  • -This had Genos dead in his tracks as he heard this, like someone had splashed cold acid onto him.-
  • Metal Knight: I've read of your details in the Association about how you had undergone a tragic experience at a young age, which had set you down the path to find the culprit responsible for it. And considering the information I possess may be of great assistance to your quest, wouldn't it be a small price to pay in giving me a single replica that serves little value to you for it?
  • -It was obvious that he was simply baiting him in order to gain possession of one of the Minis, and his answer should have been clear to him...yet why was he not saying it? Why was he lingering on such a cheap ploy that would endanger them? He had to snap out of it and regain his composure.-
  • Genos: ...How did you manage to obtain that information...? [-he asked him cautiously, though there was just the slightest hint of desperation in his voice.-]
  • -If he had an actual face this is probably where he'd be grinning from ear to ear. There was something rather revolting about Metal Knight's air of confidence, like he was assured to win in the end. Though he was never really one who cared much for victory or defeat persay, when it came to honing in on things that he felt would exclusively benefit him in some way, his grip on it was like that of a viper to it's prey.-
  • Metal Knight: That isn't part of the deal that I am offering you, Genos-kun. However, it would be a different story if you're willing to throw in another one of the set.
  • -That caused him to prickle with irritance once again, however he was still caught up in this maelstrom that plagued his conscience. It had been so long since he'd obtained a single piece of information on the Mad Cyborg who caused both him and Doctor Kuseno much grievance in the past. And with how much time had passed since that day he'd made the vow to hunt him down, who knows when he would be able to find such an invaluable clue again.-
  • Gou: ...Mommy..?
  • -He finally snapped out of his contemplation as he felt a tug at his pant leg. Gou, along with his other siblings, were looking up expectantly to Genos like frighten animals seeking shelter. It was after looking at their fearful expressions that he came to realize how foolish he was in being hesitant. Despite them being 'mere' replicas of himself, in the end they were still children who looked to him as their parent for protection.-
  • Genos: My answer is still no. [-he said firmly, holding his ground more assertively.-]
  • -An uncomfortable silence filled the voide between them before one had spoken up to disappate it.-
  • Metal Knight: Well if that is your decision, I cannot do a thing about it. However I will probably venture to ask again if we should ever meet.[-about to turn and leave.-] Know this, Genos-kun. You will never be able to gain anything if you cling to empty vessels like that. All that you have endured and suffered for back then will amount to nothing if you remain stagnant in your journey.
  • -His enormous form disappeared into the shadows of he corridor as if the darkness had swallowed him. Feeling like they'd stayed long enough, Genos ushered the kids to hurry to the elevator so that they could go back home.-
  • -A few hours later-
  • -Genos and the Minis had managed to get home safe, but unfortunately Genos' heart and mind were far from being peacefully sound. He sat at the couch with his head hung shamefully, his foreheard resting against the fold of his hands.-
  • Genos: ...I am so pathetic...How could I have been nearly swayed to do something so despicable...[-he asked himself as he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip, looking so remoarseful.-]
  • -It wasn't until they'd left HQ that he was feeling the weight of guilt from what he had almost done. Even though he knew in his mind that Metal Knight was trying to tempt him with the promise of information on the Mad Cyborg (which still had no guarantee that it was legitimate), his heart weakened at the possibility that it could be the key to ending his mission at long last; yet it would be at the expense of the children's lives, and he was more than certain that would leave a void greater than when he'd lost everything back then. He was absolutely disgusted with himself.-
  • Genos: Perhaps I should talk to Kuseno about-...
  • Roku: Danna?
  • -He blinked as he looked up to find all the kids looking at him with great concern. He must have been spaced out for a while to get their attention, but then again they were still anxious of what happened earlier.-
  • Mini Genos': Are you okay?/ Did that android do something to you?/ He didn't hurt you did he?/ Don't worry, Mommy, we will protect you if he tries to hurt you./W-We'll do our best at the very least, despite his overwhelming statistics.
  • -Seeing them so worried about him somehow gave a sense of ease in his heart as he sighed deeply and gathered them in his arms.-
  • Genos: Thank you. But I feel like I'm alright right now.
  • -He was a fool. An utterly complete fool. Though they had originally been made to serve as his temporary placements for his teacher to look to for companionship and service, they had at some point exceeded those small roles. And though it seemed like he was destroying his odds of finally obtaining revenge on the one who'd destroyed all that he'd cherished, these eight little vessels (along with Saitama) had become something far more valuable to him than anything in this world.-
444. Don't give up on us (Part Two) (Requested)
  • Harry: "I saw you...and her." You finally blurted out. Harry didn't hesitate, he was quick to explain the situation, telling you how she was an old friend and completely shitfaced and being the gentlemen Harry was he offered her a safe ride home. You should've trusted him, you didn't want to react this way but it was hard to keep it together all the time, according to the press Harry had a new girl every week. "Love, I know it's not easy to deal with all this. I just hope that you know I would never ever do anything to hurt you. I don't want anyone else, I just want you (Y/N). Promise me if you ever feel like this again you'll give me a chance, give us a chance."
  • Liam: You tried your best to stand your ground but as soon as you heard the crack in Liam's voice and his tiny sniffles your stubborn exterior melted away. "I-I... It's not you babe. I'm so sorry, I know all I ever do is make excuses and that's not okay. You don't deserve any of this, you deserve to be treated like a princess and if you give me the chance I'm going treat you like that again. I'm gonna call you everyday no matter what because I want to, I need to hear your voice. I'm gonna send you flowers every Wednesday cause I know how much you hate them. Just please give me the chance to make it better."
  • Louis: "I'm so sorry that I've ever made you feel like you had to give up anything for me. You support everything I do a hundred percent and the idea that I'm not doing the same for you, it's....I'm gutted. I was being selfish when I asked you to come to me, I just want you all to myself and I forget that I have to share you sometimes. I'm so so sorry love, please tell me what I can do, I'll do anything." Louis always knew exactly what to say after a fight, and as much as you hated that about him you loved it all the same because deep down you knew he meant everything he said. If you knew Louis, which you did, he was going to do whatever it took.
  • Niall: "Who said it?" He sounds angry now. "Tell me who said something to make you feel like this cause I'm gonna do something bout it, I don't know what but I will." You were quiet, searching for the right words but Niall continued to rant. "(Y/N) you have to know that you are one of the best things to ever happen to me. You are the most beautiful person, inside and out. If anything I'm not good enough for you. You deserve so much more attention than I can give you sometimes and that kills me." You were really a mess now, talking between your sobs. "Niall. No that's not true." He cleared his throat to fight off the tears, "Princess just please. Come see me. Let me show you how beautiful you are."
  • Zayn: His hands stayed in place, cupping your cheeks, wiping away any new tears. You meant to continue you packing, but the touch of his skin against yours was just too much. He tilted your face up and looked you deep in the eyes. "I love you (Y/N). I don't have an excuse for the way I've been acting lately but I can promise you I'm gonna stop. Saying sorry isn't good enough so I'm not gonna even bother saying it. I need you to give me a chance, let me make it up to you. Let me show you how sorry I am, how much I love you, how much I want you, how much I need you. Just please don't go.
  • Written by: Anna

Shane Dawson has really done some shit in the past. His older videos are problematic as hell (though I can’t speak for his new material, and I’ve heard he’s apologized but I can’t confirm that). I understand he’s incredibly imperfect and I am not now and never will defend his previous actions.

But his coming out video is incredibly important. He says a lot of important things that challenge things like heteronormativity and the idea that sexuality is black and white (gay or straight). So many people don’t realize this and the fact that it’s coming from someone with this amount of influence is incredible and can literally change the lives of people who are unaware.

As far as people not welcoming him into the lgbtq+ community because of his past homophobic comments, it’s more than clear that he’s faced internalized homophobia that stemmed from self-hatred beginning at an early age. And as someone who has done the same, I have to defend that. It’s so fucking hard growing up in a religious family when you aren’t straight. You fall into this out of self-hatred and it feels like you’ll never escape. I honestly believe he needs the support of the lgbtq+ community right now just as much as anyone else.

And as far as him misgendering Caitlyn Jenner, it quite obviously wasn’t intentional. And he did correct himself, while praising her at the same time. I understand that it’s awful to misgender people but it’s a mistake that does happen. I’ve misgendered my own best friend before. Accidentally misgendering someone doesn’t make you “transphobic trash” or anything else, so long as you understand why it’s wrong and correct yourself.

Shane Dawson has an incredibly limited world view and a lot of internalized prejudice, likely due to his religious upbringing, but he’s still a human being and deserves a lot better than what some people are giving him.

Struggling with your sexuality, along with internalized homophobia stemmed in self-hatred is fucking hard and now isn’t the time to write off his struggle because of past actions.

The Wedding Date- Chapter 5
A/N: I probably won’t update tomorrow, but if I do I will only have time for at least one chapter. That’s kinda why I updated so much today. Just a little heads up, anyways, as usual I apologize for any mistakes, and the original is here

Camila woke up and looked across the bed. Lauren was still sleeping. She looked peaceful and serene. Her almost pitch-black hair was draped across her face and her make-up was smudged under her eyes. Camila felt the urge to trace her hand over Lauren’s face but that would probably wake up the other girl, so she just decided to go take a shower.

After her shower, Lauren was still sleeping. Camila went into the living room and took her phone with her. She remembered that Normani had asked her to call her. Normani went to school with Lauren, so she probably knew way more than Camila about Lauren.

Normani and her met via mutual friends. Normani went to school with Chris and Gabi, and Camila met them at a college bar. They were a big group of friends who hung out a couple of times a week. Normani, Chris, Gabi, Kasey, Dylan, Dinah, Emily, James, Austin and her. Lately Camila hadn’t managed to meet them, but after they were back from Hawaii, she would get back into her social life.

The whole group was supposed to be here too for the two weeks, but Kasey’s parents wanted some private family time. Camila couldn’t remember when they were arriving, but it was probably fast. She tiptoed out off the room, so that she wouldn’t wake Lauren and started dialing Normani’s number as she opened the window and stepped into the morning sun. It was nine AM, so Normani would be up already.

‘Hello with Normani Kordei.’

Camila smiled. Normani would always do that. Even though she could see who was calling her, she still felt the need to introduce her over the phone.

'Hi, Normani It’s Camila.’

'Camila? Oh, you’re finally calling. I was so curious to hear about the whole situation there.’

'Yeah, I know. I wanted to call, but I was so busy.’

Well that wasn’t really true, but Normani didn’t need to know that she hadn’t thought about calling her. That would just hurt her feelings.

'Oh okay, I get it.’

'When are you guys coming anyway?’

'The day after tomorrow. No offense Camila, but I’m not really looking forward to it. Five hours next to that annoying Gabi.’

Normani worked at the local new station and was a reporter. She worked her butt off, but it worked. In just a few years she had managed to reach a certain level in her career. She wrote some articles for the news and last month was her first TV-debut. Normani looked like the perfect brunette, religious American girl. She was a brunette, skinny girl with dark skin. The girl was just dead on gorgeous and nobody could deny that. Her looks certainly helped her reaching her career, but mostly because people didn’t expect much from her. After her first day, some jerks told her that she wouldn’t make it just with her pretty face, but Norman iwas one of the smartest people Camila had ever met. She would sometimes use words in her articles that Camila even never heard about.

Gabi on the other hand was a singer in the local bar. She wanted to be on Broadway and she had a part. She was a maid in some kind of show that Camila now couldn’t remember. She had two lines but choked on opening night. After that, she was so humiliated that she moved back to Chicago and left New York forever. When she moved, she fell into a small depression. It wasn’t that she needed to be hospitalized but she just decided not to talk or leave her house. After about a month she seemed to be over it, but that wasn’t the case.

Whenever she was drunk, she would go on hour-long rants about how she could have been the biggest musical star that the world has ever seen, but when she wasn’t drunk, she didn’t say a word about that. Camila figured that it just hurt too much to talk about all her lost dreams.

Chris was a designer, first in New York and he was then offered a job at Vogue in their Chicago department. That was probably the reason why the both of them, who were best friends, both moved to Chicago. Chris too had dreams to become a performer in the musical arts, but he never made it. Some agent a couple of years ago told him that his face was way too gay to ever get a decent part. Chris said he didn’t care what people thought about him, but she knew that he was pretty offended. After that, he didn’t audition that much anymore, mostly because his designer job was really taking off. He worked at and then got offered the job in Chicago. Camila herself wasn’t a big fan of Chris’ clothes, but people really seemed to like it. It was a little over the top for her.

'No, I get it. I wouldn’t like sitting next to Gabi for an hour, let alone five hours.’

'I know. But how is it there?’

'Great, the weather is awesome and the food is really good.’

'Mila, you know I wasn’t asking about the weather or the food. How is the whole Lauren and Austin situation?’

Camila swallowed when she remembered the fact that Austin cheated.

'He cheated.’

'What?’ Normani’s voice rose.

'He cheated with some girl, and now that girl is pregnant.’

'Oh my god. That bastard. I’m coming over right now to kick his ass. What gives him the right to cheat on you? Freaking asshole. Oh man, he’s so lucky I’m not there right now. Nobody messes with Camila Cabello like that. You did get mad at him, right?’

It felt good that Normani was so mad. It felt like someone was picking her side, even though she technically didn’t do anything wrong.

'Yeah, the first night, he tried to talk to me, but I flipped out on him.’

'What did you do?’

'I screamed that he could never apologize for leaving me like that. He begged me for a second chance, and I get that just set me off.’

'Yeah, he really doesn’t deserve a second chance, you know?’

'I know. I told him that, and then didn’t give him a chance to finish. I left and I heard him crying. The next evening he begged me to meet him, so I did.’

'Why do you still meet him after what he has done?’

'I needed to know why he did that. Why he left me that awfully.’

Camila didn’t see Normani but this would probably be the moment that she nodded.

'I went over him, and he told me. He cheated when he was at some business trip in New York. The girl that he cheated with is now pregnant. Austin didn’t dare to tell me, so he chose the easy way out and ended everything with a text.’

'Wow, he sure is an ass. Good thing that you two broke up after all. You deserve better.’

Camila swallowed. Did she really deserve better? Before that trip, Austin and her were perfect. He was her rock. She could tell everything to him, and now it was all gone. And some part of her still wanted it back, so bad.

'Do you still want him back?’ Normani asked, as Camila didn’t say anything.

'I don’t know. I guess some part of me wants to hold on to what we had. It was just so certain and I still love him. That just doesn’t go away in a couple of months.’

'Camila, it’s your decision, but I just think you need to find someone else. He doesn’t deserve you anymore. And what if you two get back together? What about the girl and the baby? Is Austin going to help the girl out? Or is he just going to run away from it like he did with you?’ Camila knew that Normani didn’t say that to hurt her, but it sting.

'I don’t know, Mani.’

'I’m just saying that that girl exist out there, and she will always remind you of what Austin did? Do you really want to settle for that? A husband who cheated on you and has a baby somewhere in the world? Maybe he will even want to take care of him/her. And then you end up with a husband who cheated on you and a baby that isn’t even yours.’

Camila’s stomach dropped. Normani was right. Her and Austin would never be able to get through this. That baby will always live somewhere.

'So how’s the whole deal with Lauren?’ Normani seemed to sense through the phone that she was getting uncomfortable.

'Weird. I mean, the whole situation is just kind of weird I guess.’

'How weird?’

'It’s just strange to act like a couple with someone you just recently met.’

'But how do you guys act around each other?’

'She kissed me in front of Austin twice.’

'What? Oh my God, perfect. That teaches the son of a bitch. Sorry. Go on.’

'She’s just really good at all of this stuff, and I’m, well not. She knows how to act around my family and apparently she’s been telling people the story of how we met, and I don’t even know that story.’

Normani laughed.

'She has done this quite a couple of times, so I guess it’s normal that she’s pretty good at this stuff.’

'Yeah I know. Is she always so flirty?’

'What do you mean?’

'She’s just a really flirty person. She’s always teasing me and flirting and I guess I’m just wondering if she does that to all of them?’

'I don’t know, Camila. I guess she only does that to hot girls.’

'She’s gay right?’

'Yeah. She struggled a lot with that during high school, you know?’

'Really? She seems so confident.’

'Well, she really wasn’t back in the day. If you think she can be rude now, she was way worse back then. She just struggled I guess. But back then, I didn’t understand why she was so mean and rude all the time.’

'Do you understand now?’

'I guess. Her parents didn’t accept her sexuality. They were really religious and I heard her mom kicked her out.’

'What? They just kicked her out?’

'Apparently. I never heard the story from Lauren herself so I don’t really know, but she did leave her house and moved into her cousin’s house for a couple of weeks. After graduation she moved to Chicago.’

'That’s so sad.’

'I know. And she had some problems too with her back then girlfriend. They always seemed inseparable, and one day some people saw them fighting. Her girlfriend, Jenna, then left and Lauren cried. She cried in front of people. After that she was never the same. She had lost her girlfriend and her whole family.’

'I can’t even imagine how that would feel.’

'I know. When she moved, I didn’t hear from her in four years. And then one day, I saw her in a coffee house and we started chatting.’

'Oh wow. She has gone through so much.’

'Yeah. I don’t know the whole story, maybe you should ask her yourself.’

'I don’t know. I don’t really know that much about her. She’s a mystery.’

'Some girls are closed off, to make sure nobody gets close enough to hurt them.’

Normani really was the smartest girl that Camila ever knew.

'Mila, I need to go. See you in two days.’

'Yeah, bye.’

Normani hung up and Camila was left with a queasy feel. Lauren’s story was heavy and Camila fell mostly sorry for her. Nobody deserves to be thrown out of his or her house. Camila desperately wanted to hear Lauren’s side of the whole story, but Lauren needed to tell the story on her own terms. She wouldn’t pressure Lauren into telling her history.

'Camila?’

She turned around and saw Lauren.

'Hi.’

'What are you doing?’

'I was calling Normani She wanted a heads-up. They’re arriving the day after tomorrow.’

'Wait, what? Normani is coming here?’

'Yeah, didn’t I tell you?’

Lauren looked shocked. Did Camila really not tell her that all of her friends were coming?

'No, what the hell are you talking about, Camz?’

The brunette was happy that the nickname of last night had stuck.

'Yeah. A lot of my and Kasey’s friends are coming for the wedding. Normani Gabi, Chris, Emily, Dinah and James.’

'Wait, what? Do you mean James Carver?’

'Yeah. Do you know him?’

'Yes. I went to school with that guy. He was basically my best friend.’ Camila just laughed.

The fact that Normani and James went to the same school had slipped Camila’s mind. She did however understand that James and Lauren were best friends. They seemed to share some characteristics. James was basically a man-whore. He felt the need to talk to anyone who had boobs, including high school students, which was quite creepy. At home, he worked as a bartender in some sleazy bar.

They always went there to wait until James was finished with his shift, and he would always slip them free drinks. His big plan was to open up a pool cleaning business, but there weren’t enough pools to keep him in business. So he ended up bartending, which he loves. He gets paid to serve pretty ladies drinks, so you don’t hear him complain very often.

'Who are the rest of your friends that are coming?’

Camila thought. 'Normani but you already know her.’

Lauren nodded.

'Then James, who is now a bartender by the way.’

Lauren burst out in laughter.

'Oh man. That’s so James. You can practically see him handing free drinks to every pretty girl he sees, to then get yelled at by his boss because he’s not supposed to do that.’

Camila laughed. 'Yeah, he does that like every night.’

'James Carver. I haven’t seen him since high school.’

'That’s a long time.’

'I know. I meant to keep contact but you know how it is, out of eye, out of heart.’

Lauren was looking awkward to her shoes, like she was ashamed of something.

'And then we have Gabi and Chris.’

'Normani told me about them once. She choked on Broadway and he’s a designer, right?’

'Yes, but you better not tell Gabi that you know that she choke on Broadway. She doesn’t like to be reminded. And don’t let Chris give you an outfit to wear. You would just end up wearing feathers and studs.’

'Noted.’ Lauren laughed.

'And then Dinah, my best friend since high school, she’s a lawyer.’

'Cool. And those are the only ones, right?’

'No, then you also have Emily. She works with Gabi in a local singing bar.’

'Okay, so Emily, James, Dinah, Chris, Gabi and Normani right?’

'Yes.’

Suddenly Lauren stepped closer and Camila was surprised. They were now in kissing distance and she wondered what had made Lauren step in. Suddenly she raised her arm and she reached out for Camila’s neck. Right, the hickey. Her finger grazed over the love mark and Camila’s breath hitched. She took her bottom lip between her lips as Lauren kept grazing over the hickey.

'I got you good.’

Lauren whispered and her breath reverbed between both their lips. Lauren’s eyes finally met Camila’s brown ones. Lauren’s eyes were a darker shade of green than normal, and Camila fell even deeper than normal into them. Lauren’s eyes suddenly flickered to her lips and so did Camila’s. Camila swallowed, because she could feel that Lauren could lean in any time, and she desperately hoped that she would. Both of their eyes met each other again, but nobody made the first move. Lauren’s eyes flickered one more time to Camila’s lips and Camila thought she was about to close the distance, until they heard Kasey calling them.

'Ew, get a room.’

Lauren backed away faster than light, and her face flushed, and so did Camila’s face.

'Perhaps we should get some breakfast.’

Camila finally spoke.

The both of them went to catch some breakfast. They came across Camila’s dad and talked some time with him about the wedding. After that they met with Sinu, who was whining that all of the food had already been eaten and she didn’t know who did it. Lauren’s face went pale. She had 'stolen’ all the food yesterday evening. She quickly offered to go to the store.

'That’s nice, Lauren, but I’m sure you two have better things to do.’

'No, I’ll help Sinu. It would be my pleasure. I’m sure we’ll amuse ourselves shopping.’

Lauren gave Camila a quick poke in her stomach and Camila gasped. She wasn’t expecting that.

'Yeah mom, no problem, we’ll do it.’

'Both of you are like send-from-God.’

Lauren laughed.

'I can assure you that I’m born on earth, Sinu.’

After that they made some small talk and then left. They suddenly saw Austin, he was calling with his phone. He turned around slowly so he could almost see them.

Suddenly Lauren stopped in her tracks and spin Camila around. Once again they were in kissing distance, but this time, Lauren didn’t hesitate and leaned in immediately.

Her lips met with Lauren’s plumb ones. Camila was too surprised to move, but suddenly fell Lauren’s lips move against her own, and she started kissing back. Camila’s eyes fluttered close. One of Lauren’s hands was tracing on her back as the other tangled into brown hair.

What was happening? The kiss now was more intense than ever before and Camila didn’t know how to feel. Lauren was slowly sucking on Camila’s bottom lip and Camila whimpered against her lips. Lauren heard that and she smiled a little into the kiss. Lauren suddenly turned her head, deciding to deepen the kiss. Camila felt a tongue against her bottom lip and opened up immediately. Her mind was frozen and all she could feel was Lauren. All of her senses were guided at Lauren. All she could smell was Lauren. All she could taste was Lauren and in her mind she saw Lauren’s deep, beautiful eyes. Everything was Lauren as their tongues struggled for dominance. Lauren won, but Camila didn’t even care.

Her hands were roaming in her hair and slowly stroking her neck. Lauren’s smelled like sweet chocolate and it was almost intoxicating. Lauren’s hand was now stroking Camila’s jawline as she deepens the kiss even more. Their tongues still roaming around, but after a couple of seconds more, they had to let go because they needed air. Camila wanted to keep her eyes close for just a second more, to process what had just happened, but she felt Lauren’s gaze on her closed eyelids. Her eyes fluttered open again and she gasped at Lauren’s intense eyes on her.

She suddenly stepped slightly away.

'Looks like he saw us.’ Lauren said as she slightly tilted her head towards Austin. He was staring at the ground but his jaw was clenched.

'Yeah.’

Camila said. The fact that Lauren said that just reminded her that this was all a game. She was stupid to believe that Lauren had any other motive than making Austin jealous. She probably flirted with anyone and Camila was being stupid to think that she was special in some way.

After that, they fell into silence as they walked towards the car, with a grocery list and money from Sinu.

'Should I drive?’ Lauren asked.

'No, it’s okay. I’ll do it.’ Camila stated. It was her mom’s jeep, and it wasn’t that she didn’t trust Lauren; it was still her mother’s car.

It was a forty-minute drive and they were both still silent. They made some small talk and then finally arrived at the supermarket.

'I know this awesome game. Can we please play it, Lauren?’ Camila asked.

Lauren didn’t seem too eager to play. 'What is it?’

'All right, so we need to get all of these groceries. We split the grocery list in two, split the money in two. We then race to see who’s the first to get all of their groceries, pay them, and put them in the car.’

Lauren still looked a little skeptical.

'And what do I get when I win?’

'If I win, you’ll give me a massage. And if you win, I’ll give you a massage.’

Camila’s shoulders had been sore from sleeping on the bed. It wasn’t a great bed, so her shoulders and back were aching. She could really use a massage.

'Fine. But you do know that I’m super competitive and you’ll probably be giving me a massage right?’

'We’ll see about that.’

They split the grocery list and finally Camila handed Lauren a fifty-dollar bill.

'All right. Let’s do this.’

Camila stopped herself from squealing because she was sure that Lauren would have laughed at her if she did.

'Three, two, one.’

Camila, who was way to eager to win this game, started running towards the supermarket. Lauren on the other hand, didn’t seem so eager. She grunted loud, but then realized that she also really wanted to win, even if it meant humiliating herself in front of a lot of random people. Camila grabbed a shopping cart and started pushing it. Suddenly she saw Lauren come past her, as she was standing on the edge of the shopping cart. That way Lauren didn’t need to run, and she could just let the shopping cart roll her.

Damnit. Camila thought to herself as she did the same.

'Get ready to massage me, Camzi’

Lauren yelled at her and she winked. Whatever Camila did, she couldn’t let Lauren win this. She knew that if the brunette won this, she would never hear the end of it. It would hunt her down to her final day. So Camila started running even faster as she grabbed item after item.

She didn’t see Lauren for a while, and now Camila only needed one more thing from her list. A box of Oreos, which seems like an easy job, but seriously, at that moment she realized how many brands of cookies there were. Cookies with chocolate, cookies without chocolate, cookies with raisins, diet cookies, etc. But the worst part was that they weren’t even organized. The cookies were everywhere and Camila was lost. In the corner of her eye she suddenly saw Lauren, who seemed to have all of her items and was running towards the cash registers.

Suddenly Camila saw the blue box right above some dinosaur cookies. She grabbed the box and started running towards the cash registers. Lauren was already waiting in line for a while now, as there was only one lady in front of her. Camila quickly chose a line and was waiting impatiently. At this rate, she sure would lose. Suddenly she heard a woman’s voice going through the speakers.

'We will now open the cash register number five.’

Camila looked around and started running towards the just opened number five. She quickly started loading her stuff onto the roller. Lauren however was still waiting on the old lady, who was trying to pay.

'That’ll be $45.67 please.’

Camila pushed the fifty-dollar bill inside the open hand of the cashier and her eyes shifted to Lauren. The old lady was now slowly wheeling her shopping cart away as Lauren was impatiently giving her a death glare. Camila pushed her shopping cart out of the store and started racing towards the car.

She loaded the items into the trunk as she heard Lauren after her. Camila threw in the Oreos, the final item, just when Lauren arrived at the car. Camila immediately started cheering loud and threw her hands in the air. Lauren on the other hand was cursing words that made some children look up.

'I won!’

'You only won because that old lady in front of me had decided to pay with all pennies. I swear, I wanted to pay for her, just to end the pain.’

Camila laughed. Lauren was one of those people who would never admit their defeat.

'That’s one massage for me.’ Camila poked Lauren in her stomach.

Lauren gasped, but then laughed back.

'Fine. I’ll give it to you tonight, okay?’

'Okay.’

The rest of the day, they spend sitting on the beach, talking with Dylan, Kasey, Ally and troy, Austin was nowhere to be seen. They talked about the wedding and their friends and before they knew it, it was dinnertime. Sinu told them that Austin had already eaten dinner earlier, so they just ate with the six of them. They shared a couple bottles of wine, and once again Camila was buzzed. She was talking with Troy about dancing, when suddenly she fell a hot breath on her ear. She inhaled Lauren’s scent.

'Are you ready for your massage?’

Lauren whispered in the brunette’s ear, and her breath hitched. She was doing it again. Teasing and flirting with her in public, knowing that she would blush. And she did indeed. She nodded slightly.

'Hey, Camila, is that a hickey on your neck?’

Kasey suddenly asked. Oh, crap. Camila had totally forgotten about that hickey. Camila blushed even more and was giving her plate a death glare. Lauren simply shrugged.

'Yes, that’s a hickey. Can you blame me though? If this hot girl was your girlfriend, I’m sure you wouldn’t keep your hands to yourself either. I’m not ashamed to admit it.’

Camila’s mouth fell open, and so did the mouths of the rest of the group. Did Lauren just brag about their non-existing sex-life? Yes, she did. Lauren leaned over and placed a small kiss on Camila’s cheek.

'Can we now go to sleep, Camz That bath you promised me is waiting for us?’

Tory’s mouth fell even more open and Ally’s eyes went wide. Camila couldn’t decline now before it became suspicious, but she know that if they left now, the whole group would 'know’ that they were going to have sex. Camila just decided to play the game along and she beamed at Lauren.

'Let’s go, honey.’

She placed a quick peck on Lauren’s lips.

'See you tomorrow guys.’

The whole group was still flabbergasted at what just happened but Kasey managed to get a bye out. Camila grabbed Lauren’s hand and she pulled her along to their room.

'So do you want your massage right now?’ Lauren asked as they were back in their room.

Camila suddenly fell nervous. Maybe she didn’t think this all the way through.

'Yeah, sure.’

'Okay, lay on the bed and get in your bra.’

Camila gasped. In her bra?

'What do you mean?’

'Camz, you won, I’m going to do this the right way. I’m going to get some lotion. Look, don’t worry, I’m not a perv. I won’t look at your boobs or anything, I promise. Just lay on your stomach and that way I can’t even see them. Camila seriously didn’t think this through. Lauren’s hands on her bare back seemed a little too intimate than she first intended, but then she fell her sore shoulders and how bad she really wanted the massage.

'I’m going to get some lotion. Just relax and lay down, Camila.’

Lauren motioned her head to the bed and then she left the bedroom. Camila undressed herself until her bra and lay on the bed. Lauren reentered the room and was holding indeed a bottle of body lotion.

'Just relax.’

She sat next to Camila and grabbed the bottle.

'This is going to be a little cold.’

Camila was nervous, as she lay there, half-naked. Suddenly she felt the cold liquid on her upper back. But she didn’t have a long time to get used to the cold, when Lauren’s warm, soft hands replaced the cold. She started slowly rubbing the lotion all over her upper back and her shoulders. She was gently, but at the same time, she pushed hard enough to get all of the tension out of her muscles. Lauren’s hands felt so good and she kept massaging the brunette for some more minutes.

The tension finally left Camila’s shoulders, and before she could stop herself she moaned. It was a soft, but hearable moan, and since there wasn’t any noise other than their breathing, Lauren had heard it. Camila immediately flushed. She had just moaned. Camila was praying that Lauren didn’t hear it, and that she wouldn’t make a remark about it, but of course, that was just false hope.

'I didn’t even know I was THAT good.’

She said and the emphasized the that part of the sentence. Suddenly Lauren’s hands roamed lower, first slowly grazing over Camila’s red bra, and then grazing over her waistline and ending on her tailbone. She kept massaging her under back, and that just seemed way more intimate than before.

Lauren’s hands kept inching closer to her ass and she would touch it for a mere second, probably pretending that it was an accident, but Camila knew better. Camila felt herself getting turned on, with every touch of Lauren’s hands on her back, certainly when she was stroking her waistline. It would normally tickle, but there was a noticeable tension in the room, so Camila didn’t laugh. Camila almost moaned again, but stopped herself right in time. But she was now getting so turned on, that it was almost embarrassing. Camila decided to stop this before things got out of hand even more.

'Thank you Lauren.’ She said firmly, indicating that the brunette should stop.

'You’re welcome.’

Lauren said, but Camila noticed an undertone of disappointment. Was she disappointed? Lauren suddenly left for the bathroom and left Camila behind, confused. She changed again into her pajamas and slipped into the bed. Lauren slipped into the bed a couple of minutes later on.

'Goodnight Camz’

'Goodnight Laur.’