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“Will I be the lead?” || Finn Wolfhard

Request: none

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Finn is back home and has some time to spend with his friends. Talking on rooftops, skating on the streets and sleepovers in the gardens.

A/N: In terms of this storyline, Finn and Wyatt have known each other for a while and all characters became a friendship group

Finn was finally back home after filming for over a year; he hadn’t seen his friends in that space of time until now. He got into his house to find Josh sat at the dining table eating leftover pizza from the Wolfhard’s fridge. He turned and smiled, mouth full, and waved as he got up quickly. He engulfed Finn into a hug and as he did, Finn noticed Wyatt sat with Jake. The two came and joined the hug, creating a large group hug. Finn stood looking around slightly.

“(Y/N) will be round later,” Wyatt said. “She has some things to do,” Finn nodded, somewhat embarrassed that Wyatt knew exactly who he was looking for.

The guys all sat around and talked for ages, mostly about nothing in particular, just general nonsense. They were all sat outside in front of Finn’s house on the front porch: Jake and Wyatt sitting in a swing seat, whilst Finn and Josh sat on chairs opposite.

“Yeah, but hypothetically speaking, you can’t just take it out of its shell, like it would kill it,” Wyatt spoke seriously, even though the subject they were discussing was completely random. The others nodded in agreement, humming like the topic was an actual debate of some sort.

Finn stroked his chin. “Yes but if it was then covered in, let’s say, the armour then it would be protected even more and it wouldn’t die, because it would replace the shell,” Josh clicked his fingers and nodded vigorously.

“No the bones of it are attached to it, it would destroy it then bleed to death,” Wyatt elaborated. “Armour would then make it worse and it would already be dead,” he said.

“If it’s attached,” Josh said. “Then why can they retract into their shells?”

“For this particular topic,” Finn said, sounding like he was from a posh and upper class area. “I’m going to say it wouldn’t kill it because this is complete fantasy, not reality,” everyone laughed.

“Fine,” Wyatt rolled his eyes jokingly. “But it’s able to retract because it’s the limbs of it, it has space in its shell to just go into itself.”

They were still sat on the front porch, when they noticed (Y/N) skate over. She stopped, picked up her board and then made her way up to the guys. Finn’s face instantly lit up, the two ran to each other, instantly hugging. The other guys shared glances with one another and then with Finn’s brother who was stood inside the house, but was definitely watching.  

“You got taller,” she laughed as she now had to look up at him slightly. “I’m pissed,” he shrugged, laughing along with her. He couldn’t help but think why she had her beanie covering the entirety of her head, showing no hair apart from one tiny strand which he could’ve sworn was an odd colour.

“I haven’t skated in a while,” he said, referring to her board. “Do you mind if we do?” he asked, everyone else was up for it.

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“Your balance is better than it was,” she laughed. “You’re actually good now,” he looked at her and smiled.

“Learnt from the master,” he pointed in front of him towards Josh. “Which would be him,” She flicked Finn’s forehead and he pretended to be injured.

“Such a baby,” she rolled her eyes and skated away from him, causing him to get back on his board and follow her jokingly. He had one arm out in front and the other on his chest.

“Breaking my heart,” he said which made everyone laugh. They all started to skate towards (Y/N)’s house, which was where Finn’s parents now were.

Finn’s parents were close with (Y/N)’s, which was why Finn and her were as close as they were. They all stumbled into the house, heading straight for her room. Josh threw himself on her bed, Jake following suit, Wyatt took a beanbag chair whilst Finn took her desk chair. She sat on the floor, like she usually would whenever they were altogether as a group.

“The sunset is so nice,” (Y/N) said, looking out at the sky through the window. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Remember when Wyatt almost fell off the roof?” Jake spoke up, barely able to get his words out through laughter. “Cracked me up so much.”

“Those times we’d sit on the roof and just make fake answers to actual questions,” She said, also barely audible through laughter. “I miss those times.”

“Let’s do it now, then,” Finn suggested, spinning around on the chair. Nobody had taken notice that he’d been doing it as soon as he sat down, more than likely the 10th time he’d spun around. “Why reminisce about doing it when we could just do it now?” He stood up, stumbling slightly with dizziness. He held out his arms and stayed still, “I’m all good.”

She opened the windows and one by one, they all crawled out the window to sit on the roof. All were laughing, talking about anything that came to mind, yet again nonsense. Finn’s eyes kept diverting to her unintentionally, which Josh had picked up on.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But I know what I know,” she shook her head, stomach aching from laughing.

“Which is nothing?” Josh asked, causing her to reach over Finn and hit his leg. “You kneeded permission to do that,” you looked at him emotionless, whilst Finn sat laughing. Finn was finding anything and everything funny that night on the rooftop.

“I’ve done legitimate research,” Jake said, speaking with a serious tone. “There are a couple of things you don’t understand- also the world is flat,” he interrupted himself with his statement. Josh squealed a trailed ‘what?’ as Finn just stared from Jake to her and then back to Jake.

“And the moon landing was fake,” Wyatt pointed out. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

Josh piped up, “Dude, I’m just glad that people are, like, being straight up with me for once, because I’ve never heard any of this shit,” everyone laughed.She patted his back in a joking comfort. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?” She said, everybody shook their head, carrying on with their discussion, as she climbed back into the house through the window, heading downstairs. She went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke can. She took off her beanie, the hat that had been covering the entirety of her hair, and she placed the hat neatly on the dining table. She made her way back upstairs and as she walked into the room, Josh turned round from the roof. Widened eyes, he turned back round to the others. She climbed through and joined them in the place where she was originally sat.

“Oh, wow, you’re hair, it matches the sky,” Finn smiles, chuckling at his own statement, speaking softly. The sky at that very moment was a pink colour, something that happened at sunset. “I like it, it suits you.” All she could do is smile back, stroking her hair in flattery. Finn then kept making eye contact with each of the other guys, almost questioning if they knew she’d dyed her hair whilst he was away. It wasn’t a big deal to him but it had surprised him.

The group had eventually come down from the roof and were now in her back garden, putting up a tent. Finn and (Y/N) were planning to camp out in her garden for the night, after much begging to their parents. The guys had offered to help, knowing full well that the two of them putting it up together would take them until morning.

“No you need to give me that pole,” Wyatt shouted over to Josh who was stood opposite. “No, the other one,” Josh kept purposely picking up the wrong one, just to frustrate him. “Yes, thank you,” he caught the pole and attached it.

“It’s feeding time,” Jake said eagerly, referring to the part of pushing the poles through the material, which would keep the tent up and in place.

“I’ve already eaten,” Josh said seriously, everyone stopping and turning to him, hoping to see some evident look on his face that he was joking. They all found nothing. “I’m joking,” he reassured everyone.

Soon enough, the tent was up and secure. They’d all helped with sorting out the inside as well. The other guys had left after giving their goodbyes to the two friends and their families, who were sat inside. Finn and (Y/N) went inside to grab food, and then came back out to go into the tent.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, breaking the silence. “About a year, you look good, though.”

“So do you,” the two laughed at their conversation. “We sound like 35 year olds,” she nodded as she laughed.

“Yeah who lost touch after a break up and just reunited.”

“Oddly specific, but pretty movie-like,” Finn took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand.

“I love movies,” she said. “I wanna make some one day.”

“Will I be the lead?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Obviously, no one else would even need to audition, it’d be yours automatically,” she furrowed her eyebrows in a pretend ‘duh’ tone.

“What kind of film would it be?” He loved hearing her ideas for films or shows, he always admired her creativity which is why he was so interested in watching other directors do their jobs. It wasn’t always for his benefit, but for hers.

“I’m thinking an indie road trip,” She said, putting her arms out in front of her, acting as if there were a screen there as she paced out the words. “Pastel colouring, emotive music-“ She listed, tapping her fingers as she counted.

“Maybe some love?” he wiggled his eyebrows causing her to laugh.

She shook her head. “All platonic.”

“I love you,” Finn laughed. She smiled. “Always have this thing about you, you have such a creative mind, and I love it. This is why we’re friends,” He kept a constant eye contact, almost wanting her to believe he was telling the truth. “Talking about creativity, why’d you dye your hair?”

“I’ve always wanted to,” she explained, becoming self-aware. “I don’t really know, rebellious, I guess,” she shrugged. “I missed you,” she changed the subject.

“I missed you too,” his smile faded to him biting the inside of his lip. “But all you have to do is watch me in shit and you’ll be okay,” he tried making her feel better.

“I literally cried at stranger things two, dude,” she laughed, almost immediately regretting saying it, but her mouth was speaking before her mind could process the words needed. “It just reminded me of you coming back, you know? Emphasises how much you miss someone. This place isn’t the same without you.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He had thought that she would’ve been off doing things with new people or having more fun lately. “How so?” He was intrigued.

“People are so boring, they never want to do things like what we do. They don’t get me the way that you do, nobody has ever gotten me like you do.” Finn smiled.

“You’re a pretty hard person to understand,” he joked. “That’s why we get along so well.”

“How long are you here for?” she asked, lying on top of her sleeping bag. Finn copied, lying on his in the opposite direction. The two were top and tailing, Finn occasionally putting his foot on her face which caused her to tickle the underneath to get him to move it.

“I’ve got some interviews,” he explained, staring at the top of the tent. “So maybe two days?” he could hear her sigh. He instantly changed the subject as he noticed the raindrops on the tent material. “I remember you tried to convince everyone in our class that raindrops were God’s tears,” They both laughed. He sat up, eyes fixated on the droplet, and flicked the tent which caused the raindrop to fall.

“You’re so interested in the strangest of things,” she said before she was quickly eager to flick an oddly shaped droplet. The two spent the next few minutes focused on the raindrops, neither speaking but only giggling at their actions.

They both then sat back down, facing each other. “We’re such kids,” she shook her head, laughing to herself.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” Finn questioned rhetorically. “I mean, it’s not like we’re 20 year olds, we’re kids. Can’t grow up too fast,” she was in awe of his mind-set. A part of her couldn’t wait to grow up and be independent, but being around Finn always influenced her to stay grounded. “So have you met anyone?” he jokingly asked, but was also somewhat serious.

“You know me, Finn,” she shrugged, speaking with a posh accent, “I don’t meet people. What about you?”

“Oh no no,” he copied her with the posh accent, “I try to stay focused on my career and my school career,” he chuckled, an arrogant and posh tone. “I don’t see the point because I have my time to find someone, I am just a kid so,” she tried not to laugh.

“Why, that’s because you feel whole, Sir,” she said, again a seriousness hidden within the words.

“I feel whole?” he asked, still keeping the joke going. She nodded.

“Yes, like you have something to fill up the gaping hole of emptiness,” Both stopped laughing and Finn had now caught on that she was being serious.

“And you have this gaping hole?” He asked her, concern evident in his voice and no accent this time, feeling slightly sad that his friend was feeling this way.

She didn’t speak for a few seconds, her mind functioning to find the right thing to say. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “I mean, I have my insecurities and times where I feel like I need someone to make me feel real, which is crazy because I’m not even that old,” she laughed slightly, humourless but filled with embarrassment. Hearing herself say it she thought it sounded stupid.

“Well, you’re amazing and you don’t need anyone for you to know that,” he smiled, attempting to give comfort and reassurance. “Apart from me of course,” she smiled back this time. “And if you’re gonna be with anyone it’s obviously going to be with me,” he said, not really thinking.

“Finn don’t,” she said quietly.

“What?” he asked, worried.

“Just,” she sighed, “Don’t.”

“Did I say something wrong?” she shook her head. “I did, didn’t I?” She shook her head again. “You’ve gone all quiet, I obviously have,” he became frustrated both at her lack of talking and at himself for not knowing what he’d done.

“Now we really do sound like 35 year old exes,” she muttered, causing Finn to laugh. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a moment,” she shook herself and Finn copied, almost mimicking her in a comforting way.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving a slight side smile. “I understand.”

Finn and (Y/N)’s mums had come out to check on the two when they overheard parts of their conversations, they decided to walk back in, sharing a hand to the chest and mouthing the word ‘aww’. They were in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s mum making some tea whilst Finn’s sat at the kitchen counter.

“It’s nice to see them together again,” Finn’s mum spoke up. “He was talking non-stop about her and how he wanted time with everyone,” (Y/N)’s mum rested against the counter by the kettle opposite.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiled. “She’s been down lately,” she explained, sighing slightly. “School is becoming some sort of chore, she’s really not enjoying herself here at all. I don’t know how to help, it’s really difficult.”

Finn’s mum was always close to (Y/N)’s and with any situation, she was eager to help out. She was always there for advice and to take over if it ever got too much. She walked round and hugged her. “You know you can always talk to me.”

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“Yeah but if the chicken was to run away, then what would you do?” She asked Finn, raising her eyebrows as she threw the small bouncy ball towards him. He caught it, threw it between his hands a couple of times as he thought. He looked upwards, something he did when he was concentrating and was deep in thought. He stopped, looked to her and pointed with the ball still in hand.

“Um, I,” He stopped, shaking his head and retreating from what he was about to say. He copied his actions as before: looking up and throwing the ball between his hands. He sighed. “You make this too difficult, (Y/N).” they both laughed. Finn threw the ball back to her, she caught it after 4 tries of catching as she unintentionally bounced it to try and keep it in her hand. Finn began to laugh hysterically, falling on his back and clapping. She threw the ball at him.

“Shut up,” she whined. “Stop laughing at me,” he started to roll around, still laughing and unable to stop. He then sat up, holding his stomach and gradually stopping from laughing.

“You make me laugh so much,” he said, smiling and holding the ball.

“What by me embarrassing myself?” She pretended to be offended. “That’s just hurtful.”

“No,” he said plainly. He was running over the right words in his head. “Just- Just you being you,” he put the ball down. She picked up a packet of twizzlers, pulled one out and began to eat it. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet, no doubt about it. I talk about you all the time, man,” She choked on the sweet, coughing then swallowing it again.

“Oh Jesus,” she said, hand on chest. “Sorry,” he waved her off then started to pat her back to make sure she was okay. “I just thought that you kinda forgot about me- well not forgot but like just didn’t really think about me.”

He widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He moved back to where he was sat, opposite you. He had his legs up, his hands intertwined with each other and rested them around his knees. “You’re always on my mind,” he laughed. “So much it’s come naturally to just think about you and for everyone on sets to groan if I even start to say your name,” She smiled, biting the inside of her mouth.

“That means a lot,” she said. “I think about you too.”

“Good otherwise this would be awkward,” he laughed, the two hugged. It was a much more sentimental hug, the type where you knew that you wouldn’t see someone for a while so you wanted to get the most feeling from it. It was quite a long hug, almost as if the two hadn’t realised they were still hugging and as if time itself was going slowly.

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Toffee’s goal theory

To the ones who believe he’s gone (snif) consider this a panegyric.

I was re-watching the scene when Toffee told the group that Star was gone and I noticed some facts: 

What is the first thing Toffee does after recovering his body? 

Hahahaha… yeah, sorry, now let’s get serious, actually what I want to talk about is this:

He just leaves after saying that. Without even trying to hurt anyone else. 

But of course Moon didn’t like that at all.

The very first thing she does is to try to hit him. Because the grief makes her only think on hurting him, and punches is the most direct way. 

But it doesn’t work. So she starts to use her head a bit and uses the spell that Eclipsa taught her so she could destroy him even if that means the ultimate evil will come back. Yes I call her “ultimate evil”, fight me if you want, or remind me that “she only wanted a candy and her freedom and didn’t seem bad” well let me tell you that it only means she has personality and she can hold a normal and educated conversation, and let me tell you that I don’t believe someone capable of creating spells which cause crying and eternal suffering is any good.

He just stands. 

Nothing happens. And he’s not surprised at all. After all, he corrupted all magic so it wouldn’t work anymore.

After Marco’s attempt to kill him yes I skipped that part, I can talk about that later if you want, but now we’re talking about this he just graps Moon and half digs her into a hole man, he has streght! and he leaves. 

We know that Toffee wanted revenge and get his former streght back. Now it’s looks like it’s ALL HE WANTED. Not to take the kingdom, not to kill Moon. She took everything from him and he did the same. He wanted her to suffer. When he half dig her it would be like he was saying “You stay there with your pain, grief and the wrecks around you of all your ever build and cared. I’m done with you. ”

Man, that was harcore and ruthless.

have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

part 2


“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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Modern SNS AU

Where Naruto and Sasuke are connected to Tumblr almost all the time, and then one of them bumps into the other’s blog because some of his selective blogs are common between them.

Naruto thinks that avenger2307 is a total emo and Sasuke just knows that ramenslover10 is as silly as his name. Neither of them realizes exactly how things start, but suddenly they are both rebloging their posts and invading their blogs just to criticize them.

Naruto continues to say that avenger2307 is depressed and negative and an idiot about everything and a total emo and shouldn’t infect others about his emo-ish attitude and Sasuke just keeps replying that at least he is not obsessed with some damn stupid noodles and posting silly videos all over the day and photos of cats in costumes and making others lose their valuable time of day and Naruto is just like “Hey! First of all, it’s RAMEN, and it’s delicious, idiot, and second, the videos are not silly, they are FUN, third, what kind of person doesn’t like cats with costumes, you bastard? And fourth, if it bothers you so much, why do you visit my blog and read it and SEE the silly videos, huh?” And Sasuke only answers with an "Hn, dobe”, and Naruto has no idea why he’s so mad, but he only knows he is.

They continue to do that for a long time (a long, long time) until it becomes routine. One of them will write something and the other will comment an insult or criticism. Both begin to follow each other for the sole purpose of arguing.

It is silly, and probably stupid, because they fight all the time and publicly, but somehow it has become ordinary and both become the primary focus of the other. Sasuke will find himself waiting for the dumbs videos to see daily or the stupid, goofy cat picture that maybe, just maybe will not seem so silly this time. Naruto will find himself checking his cell phone during classes waiting for a depressive or negative post about a class or a person or life in general just to see how he can turn it into something positive just for the sheer pleasure of bothering his emo life. Because it feels good, somehow.

And then, a few weeks later, avenger2307 stops publishing things one day and Naruto is so focused on him in that time that he cannot help but notice and it hurts. And the absence is prolonged and prolonged. Two days, three days, a week, and Naruto doesn’t want to admit he’s worried, because he’s a stubborn idiot, but he is. Naruto doesn’t want to admit that he actually misses that, misses his emo mood and their interactions and their arguments and his posts, but he does. He misses him and his depressingly blog and he can’t help but notice the stupid gap that opens empty in his stomach and swallows every time he log in again and avenger2307 is still absent.

But then he returns, avenger2307 RETURNS, posting one of the most jerk-typing and depressing posts about his city’s internet service and the fact that he had no network for TWO weeks and Naruto can’t help but laughs because he thinks he’s a pessimistic idiot, but it’s fine, it’s fine, because avenger2307 HAVE RETURNED, and it’s still him, still as grumpy and whining, and he’s there again.

And Naruto knows it’s stupid and ridiculous how good it feels to see him again there, on his screen, because he is supposed to dislike him, he is supposed to be annoyed that he actually returned. He knows he’s being dumb and it’s embarrassing, but he doesn’t care. So he press the option to “like” the post and, without even thinking about it, goes to the private message tray and clicks on the user bubble of avenger2307 and writes “Wow, about time, busy being emo in real life? it must be hard, no one knows how to do it like you”, and then he sends it. And first he believes that he is witty and congratulates himself because he has finally sent a message in private, but then avenger2307 doesn’t answer. And it passed two minutes, three minutes, four… and Naruto’s stomach hurts because he has just sent a private message, a message in which he practically points out how desperate he was to talk to him and also flatters his emo attitude and Oh by Ramen’s God, what did you just do? That’s…

“Hn. Worried, dobe? I already know that I’m good on what I do, you don’t need to say it. But no, my internet fell. Did you like my post and didn’t even read it, dumbass? Wow, I didn’t know how much you admired me.”

And Naruto smiles because avanger2307 in fact answered his message, (as arrogant and idiotic as ever, because he was a bastard), but he answered and now they can really talk to each other. And Naruto finally can crush avenger’s ego in private without others bothering them.

.

The days pass and they keep talking and Naruto actually learns things, he learns that avenger2307 is more fun than it looks, even if he makes jokes that Naruto doesn’t understand always, or even if they are too dark that they shouldn’t be fun. Naruto actually learns that he is a total nerd and that he likes math and school. He learns that he is a boy and that he has a name, (Sasuke. Sasu-ke, no Sas-uke, Sasuke.) (Naruto likes to say it quietly in class because he likes how it sounds.) (It’s not like he’s admitting it anyway, and less the fact that he doesn’t care if his friends see him strangely when he does it.) which he likes to make fun of because “what kind of stupid name is that?” (and even if he only does it to annoy him because he actually likes it, and thinks it’s cool), and Sasuke only responds with a “look who says it, fishcake”, and Naruto should get angry or pissed off, he should, because it bothers him when others do it, but then somehow Naruto only answers with a “whatever you say Sasuke-bastard” and everything keeps the same.

Naruto learns that they both like martial arts and that Sasuke is actually good at it because he has gone to important events and has first places and WOW, Sasuke is indeed as cool as his name.

Sasuke also likes tomatoes and rice and the color blue. Sasuke is sarcastic and arrogant, but he’s also kind and worries about things in the world that Naruto had not even stopped to think about. It’s soft on the edges and Naruto really begins to like him. Because Sasuke insults and criticizes him and makes jokes about him, but Sasuke also cares (even if he has never admitted it aloud, Naruto knows he does) because, even if it is subtly, Sasuke always asks when he feels that something is wrong. (And for some reason, Sasuke always knows when something is wrong. Naruto even starts to think that Sasuke is a kind of a nerd and arrogant bastard voodoo.)

Sasuke also stops calling him “dobe” so many times and begins to say “usuratonkachi” instead, and Naruto has no idea what it means, but he thinks that if it is an insult, at least it’s a cool one, so he doesn’t complain. He likes it because Sasuke puts it in sentences that sound more like a nickname than an insult, and Naruto likes to think Sasuke has a nickname for him.

Their posts are also different in some way. Sasuke smiles sometimes at Naruto’s ridiculous childish obsession with everything rather than bothering about it and Naruto thinks that somehow Sasuke’s negative comments are no longer as cruel and tragic and are more like perspectives of the world; Naruto thinks it’s somehow interesting, even if he publishes nerd data as well. And it’s a little stupid, but Naruto has found himself smiling while reading a comment from avenger2307 with a “… yes, that also applies to dobes like you, fideossucker/fishcake” at the end of the note or in the tags at the end of the post. He doesn’t know why he cares so much, but he does.

Sasuke also has a good voice. (He knows it after hearing him speak for the first time, because somehow they end up exchanging phone numbers at some point in their conversations.) (Neither of them is very sure who offered it or asked for it first, but the point is they have it and now they can actually SPEAK and listen to the each other’s voice and oh holy ramen, Naruto would be lying if he didn’t say he was excited to hear him because he wondered about it so many times before, wondered what his voice would be like, and his curiosity was very big at that point that he literally felt tingling in the tip of his fingers when he answered the phone that time.) A voice that makes tickles in the tip of Naruto’s stomach. Naruto believes that if he sang he would do it well. His voice is grave and masculine and low and thick in the right kind of way. It is soft and intense at the same time and Naruto likes it, he likes to hear him speak about anything, and likes to hear him say “usuratonkachi”, because it sounds softer in his voice, because it sounds much softer than it should sound with his tone of voice. He likes the way he pronounces things and the way he drops the words from his mouth as if he’s sure of them. He likes the arrogant tone that wash over his voice when he is flooding himself or being an egocentric bastard and Naruto can practically hear the smirk across the line.

.

They start talking more often. They talk about everything and nothing and Naruto learns more things. Now he knows which book is Sasuke’s favorite and why. He knows he likes the bow and arrow. He knows that he has three friends and that they are all “complete idiots, but I like them.” One is Suigetsu and he’s on the school’s swimming team and as far as Sasuke mentions (which is not much, Sasuke doesn’t really like to talk about himself) Naruto bets that he’s as asshole as Sasuke is himself, but Sasuke says his jokes are fun most of the time. The other is Juugo, who is obsessed with animals and the environment and is incredibly patient with them all. There is also Karin (Karin, who is a girl, Karin, that for some strange reason causes Naruto to feel something vicious in his stomach whenever Sasuke mentions her) (and no, those feelings are not jealousy at all), who has glasses and is a hothead, with the hair of an intense red. Karin, who is irritable and upset about the fact that Suigetsu is an immature idiot most of the time. Karin who is strong and kind and has an intense and strong personality. Karin, who is intelligent and perceptive and “just as stubborn as you moron”. Karin, who had a crush on Sasuke for a while time ago but now likes to joke about the fact that Naruto and him look like boyfriends because they talk ALL the time and A LOT, (and no, Naruto definitely didn’t blush when Sasuke said it).

And then Naruto finds himself thinking about Sasuke. Thinking about his possible appearance. Wondering and thinking in how would his hair look like, about if his face combines with his voice, in what would be the color of his eyes, (seriously, if he doesn’t pass algebra it will be all Sasuke’s fault), because Sasuke has not mentioned anything about his physique besides that he has a weird tattoo on the shoulder (stupid, stupid Suigetsu’s dare).

And then one day they’re talking and Sasuke says, “Are you blond?”

And Naruto almost choked on his own saliva because what the hell, how does he know that. He is surprised and for a moment really thinks oh by ramen’s sake, Sasuke KNOWS him in person. And he’s so focused on his nerves and panic that he doesn’t realize that he has not answered yet until Sasuke says, “Well, because you know, blondes are supposed to be fools, so I assumed you were very blond.”

And then Naruto just… stops. He knows he is supposed to be offended, but at the moment he can only laugh, because Sasuke tried to make a joke (a biased one, but still, a joke. Naruto imagines Sasuke is clumsy for jokes and for anything to do with having actually normal fun) so he only answers with a “bastard. You’re rude. But yes, I’m the hottest blonde you ever gonna meet in your life.”

“Debatable. But hn, your ancestors must be proud of you then, unless you dye it.”

“Hey! I’m really hot, y’know? And of course not, you idiot, I don’t dye my hair, I’m a natural blonde.”

“Hn.” Sasuke likes to make that sound a bit too much.

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you dye your hair, moron?”

“No, why would I do that?”

“Well, how do I know you’re not an emo who likes to paint his hair and wear piercings and black clothes and hair over his face…? I bet you let grow your hair long and…, OH AND THE NAILS, paint the nails is something emo, right? I bet you paint your nails…”

“Naruto.”

“… Yes, I’m sure that…”

Naruto.

“… Probably…”

Naruto, you’re babbling.”

“Oh, heh, sorry.”

“I don’t have piercings.”

“…”

“…”

“But you didn’t say you didn’t paint your nails, so…”

“Oh, shut up, dobe.”

Naruto laughs.

Sasuke thinks that Naruto’s laughter is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard before.

.

Naruto also learns that Sasuke’s parents were killed in a fire. He finds out he has a brother. An older brother who is in jail for some reason he doesn’t know. An older brother Sasuke can’t mention without his voice quivering a little. He always seems so upset and disturb talking about his family.

So Naruto tells him his story. He tells him about his scars on his cheeks and how he has been an orphan since he was born. He says that he knows his parents only in photos. He tells him that his mother had the most beautiful red long hair, (that was intense and flaming and bright like fire), and that his father was blond and had blue pure eyes like the sky (and like himself). He tells him that he dreams of them almost every night. He tells him about his grandfather Jiraiya and tells him about how perverted he is and how obsessed he is with Tsunade (his neighbor, who likes gambling and alcohol and is scary when she is upset, but she is also kind and intelligent and gave Naruto a really cool necklace on his birthday). He tells him about the stories that Jiraiya has told him about his parents. He tells him that they were both in the police force and they were excellent and they were killed by a man who is still free out there in the streets. He tells him that he’s proud of him, even if he didn’t know them. He tells him about all the rage that grows and bubbles in his chest, about all that hate that he doesn’t like but it’s still there and doesn’t go away for once. He doesn’t know why he does it, why he says it. He only knows that he wants to make him feel better, that he wants Sasuke to know that he is not alone, that Naruto knows his pain. He wants him to know that it’s okay to talk about his problems. He wants him to know that Naruto is going to listen to him. He wants him to know he cares. He cares so much that it hurts.

And Sasuke does not say anything, but Naruto can feel it through the phone, he can hear his fragile breathing and can almost feel the beating of his heart pounding in his chest. He may feel, in some way, what Sasuke is feeling and he knows that Sasuke feels what he is feeling himself too.

Because Naruto begins to think that Sasuke knows him. He knows him better than anyone else and he understands him, Sasuke understands him as no one else has done it before.

And Naruto has never wanted to meet a person so much before.

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It’s the middle of December and it’s cold. The sky is pale and beautiful and there’s snow everywhere you turn to see. The trees have no longer leaves and they look old and without so much life like in Spring with all the color spinning in them, but Naruto likes winter too. Or at least, liked winter too until tragic happened.

Sakura is in his bed texting Ino and Naruto looks at her like he’s dying. She looks at him with the corner of her beauty green eyes and makes a face.

“Naruto, stop already, you moron. You’re doing The Face again.”

Naruto rolls over the floor (which it’s also cold as fuck, but he doesn’t care enough, he’s dying) and groans, ”But Sakura…

She puts her phone in her stomach and looks at him upside down at the side of Naruto’s bed. Naruto keeps saying her name and she just sees him like she’s waiting for him to continue.

Naruto does with “he’s visiting me, Sakura, he’s visiting me…

Sakura raises an eyebrow. “Hm? I already know that, you told me yesterday and you keep saying it every two minutes. But what’s the matter?”

Naruto sits right up and gestures at her with exaggerated swings of arms. “What’s the matter? He’s visiting me, that’s the matter!”

She sighs and sits too. She moves to the edge of the bed and pick up her legs just so her chin would be in one of her knees. She looks down at him and titles her head, the pink soft hair falling over on the middle of her face. Naruto always liked Sakura’s hair. It was really pretty when she had it long, but when she cut it out it was even more cool because it was short spiky-type and wild and messy and it was a nice thing. She also has these cute short bangs that don’t cover her forehead (Ino doesn’t allow it) but looks pretty great. “I don’t get it. You look like you are about to die, like something just crash in your favorite thing and broke it. Shit, you almost look like there’s no more ramen in the cupboard, that’s worrying. But you always talked about this guy so much, about how cool he was, and as far as I remember, you also always said how much you wanted to meet him in person and finally can see his face and can hear his voice not just through a phone call. So, then he says to you that he’s coming to the city for the weekend and he wants to see you and instead of being all happy you get all messy about it? Why?

Naruto blinks. “It doesn’t make sense when you explain it like it.”

Sakura rolls her eyes and kicks Naruto with her leg on his shoulder. He pouts at her while touching his arm. “That hurt.”

She ignores him. “It doesn’t make sense the way you look at it Naruto, you’re just being dramatic.”

“I’m not! I want to meet him! It’s just that I don’t want to ruin the things with him! He’s… He’s the best guy I know and I think he really understands me and I really like him and…”

Sakura blinks. “You like him? Like… really like him?”

Naruto stops. He looks at his side because he just can’t meet Sakura’s eyes. She always said that she can read him like a book through his because Naruto’s were so transparent. He doesn’t want her looking at him with pity or something like it. And what was he even supposed to answer? He himself doesn’t know well his feelings. He cares about Sasuke. He cares so much about him that he even spent five hours without getting sleep just thinking if he was fine. Just because he said he had a bad day. He really sounded upset, and Naruto couldn’t stop worrying. He also thinks about him a lot. It is not really his fault, everything in school or on his home remembered him about Sasuke. And he likes him, he really do, he is cool and smart and kind and cares a lot about people, about his friends. He’s an ass too, and arrogant sometimes and likes arguing, but it’s not that bad. Naruto loves that about him too. But does he like him that way? Does he want to actually date Sasuke?

Just the thought of it makes him giddy. Just the idea of it makes his heart races and a warm feeling sink in his throat and all down his stomach. Just thinking about it makes him fuzzy and all tingle in his inner self.

Sakura moves and Naruto sees her all the way getting down the bed and kneeling beside him. She looks at him with kind and tender eyes and reaches to brush his blond hair.

“Aw, Naruto. You blushed.” She mutters, and he’s way too embarrassed, but he knows Sakura is not making fun of him; she talks way too soft for being not real compassionate about him.

Naruto closes his eyes and Sakura mutters something more under her breath that he doesn’t get, but then she’s right there, and her sweet smell is burning his lungs. Sakura’s arms are warm and soft and she’s being understanding and tender and for a moment Naruto remembers why he did like her in the past. He likes her as a sister now, and he thinks about liking Sasuke as his brother… he thinks about being held by Sasuke, being in Sasuke’s arms and telling him all that has been building in his stomach since they start to talk to each other…

No, he definitely didn’t like Sasuke as Sakura. It was different. More intense, more raw and crude, but… somehow sweeter. And no, he definitely didn’t like him as a brother.

“It’s going to be fine, Naruto. Don’t worry about it.”

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Naruto and Sasuke agree to meet in a place. It is a park from the outskirts of Konoha.

It’s the middle of December, just a few days later Sakura talked to Naruto. It’s cold outside and Naruto is nervous as hell that he can’t even feel his legs, but at the same time, he’s excited.

He’s standing awkwardly out of his house, on the sidewalk, while Sakura is checking on her car (well, Ino’s car, but it’s technically the same thing). Sakura lends him it (because his own old pickup van has chosen to decompose just then) and she indeed offers to take him, because Naruto is so edgy that his hands shake and she assures him that he won’t be able to drive in that mood.

“Everything will be okay, Naruto, just stop with the drama. I’m not bothering you two either. I’m leaving you there until Sasuke arrives, so you don’t have to worry.” Sakura tells him leaning against the car. Her hair is waving around because of the cold wind and her arms are firm crossed in her chest and she looks at him like she always does in situations where he’s like this: like she’s trying to calm him down, but at the same time, she’s so exasperated that she can’t hid it.

“Everything is going to be fine, Naruto.” She repeats, and then she points with her thumb behind her, “so get in the car already and let’s go to meet your prince.”

Naruto blinks wildly. “He’s not…!”

“I’m kidding, you moron.” She giggles. “Just get in the car.”

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The ride is not so long, but Naruto thinks it is. His hands keep sweating and he has to wipe them in his pants several times. He keeps looking through the window outside, watching at the people and the places, but all it’s too blurry to caught, and he’s feeling fuzzy. He keeps seeing things but he doesn’t recognize them, like it’s the first time he sees it, like this is not his own city. He keeps listening to the music on the radio Sakura just put to calm him down, but it’s not helping, it’s not working.

The air is dense inside the car and his head is spinning and he can’t focus because he’s going to meet Sasuke, he’s going to meet Sasuke in person and oh Holy Ramen, this is happening and…

“Seriously Naruto, he’s going to give you a panic attack, calm down a bit.” Sakura teases. Naruto looks at her and she smiles at him. One of her hands is fixed on the steering wheel but the other moves and pats his shoulder carefully. “Everything will be fine.”

And Naruto wants to think that, he really wants, but the way his heart hits against his chest is erratic and discordant and it hurts, and he can’t concentrate in anything else besides Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, and the way his disturbed heartbeat remembers him of his name.

Yes, the ride seems definitely too long.

.

When they get to the park, they are practically alone, mostly because of the cold weather, but Naruto doesn’t notice. There are people walking on the sidewalk and Naruto gets out of the car with his legs feeling like water. Gelid air hits his face and his cheeks numb.

“Do you want me to get out of the car with you?”

Naruto thinks for a second it is a good idea, because he can’t calm down, but he doesn’t want to bother Sakura more, so he tries to smile convinced at her (though he’s dying slowly inside) and says, “No, I’m fine.”

Sakura smiles back at him from the car and gives him a thumb up. Her eyes are sweet when she says, “’kay, good luck! I’m leaving you here, call me if you need me!” She’s about to go when she seems to remember something. “Oh! And Naruto?”

“… Yes?”

“It’s going to be alright. Believe me. And if it something that makes you feel better, I’m sure he feels the same way as you.”

Naruto blinks. “… Sa— kura?”

She smiles. “Bye! I’m greeting Ino for you!”

Naruto waves at her and sees all the way while she gets away. The car is a red point in the street when Naruto finally starts to walk to the meeting point.

It is supposed to be there, just right at the swings area. But there is no one there, just two kids, and Naruto does know Sasuke it’s just a year older than him, so he’s none of them.

Naruto looks at his cell phone for the hour. It’s 2:27 pm. Three minutes left for the agreed time.

Ok, he’s in time. Sasuke is in time too. So there’s nothing to worry about.

He stands there and waits, playing with his hands (mostly because they can’t stop sweating, dammit) and trying to breathe normally enough.

Three minutes pass. He watches at the people going from here to there, and the kids playing around. Everything seems too normal to be such an important day.

Ten more minutes go by.

Five more and Naruto is ready to get his phone from his pocket and call Sakura to pick him up in the car and flee because he is so nervous, he’s so on the edge that he feels like he is going to explode and all Sasuke is going to find is a deformed liquid spot on the ground along with all the snow. And that would definitely be more embarrassing than…

“Hn. So you’re really blond.”

… Holy fuck.

Oh.

Oh.

OH.

That voice.

Sasuke…

That voice…

Sasuke.

Sasuke is there, Sasuke is there.

God, Naruto’s heart is pounding so hard on his chest that he thinks it’s going to come out between his ribs.

Naruto turns around on his heels, his breath stirring white smoke in front of his face. He turns and Sasuke is… there. He’s right there and… wow.

Just.

Wow.

Sasuke is…

Is…

Gorgeous.

His hair is jet-black, dark as the sky on a starless night. It is short and sharp from behind and has a cut that should be funny but in him has a great fit. He has bangs, they are long and frame his face by the sides till the level of his lips. Naruto has the impression that one of them would cover one of his eyes if there was no wind that shakes it weakly against his forehead. His hair is messy and looks soft and beautiful. His skin is pale and contrasts with the intense color of his hair. His eyes are just as dark as his hair, so deep and looking at him as if he were the only thing in the world that was worth focusing on. His lips are thin and composed in a half mocking smile. His posture is casual and composed, as if it isn’t the first time they have meet; as if none of this is something that makes Naruto turn from head to toe, upside down; as if it isn’t the thing having Naruto on edge with nerves, and the feelings burning on the surface of his skin.

His face is sharp, all thin angles and high cheekbones, contrasting and extreme colors, ranging from the purest to the darkest, and God, everything in him is so impressive.

“Are you going to stand there staring at me all day?” Sasuke raises an eyebrow. His lips tug a little higher and his voice tinges with a mocking tone. God, his voice

Naruto feels his cheeks burn. He smiles awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair. Sasuke’s eyes follow the movement of his fingers between the golden strands until they fall behind.

Naruto scratches his neck and laughs nervously.

“It’s just…” He starts, but then stops because, “I’m not staring! I’m definitely not staring!” He bursts out, his frown in a line. Deep inside he knows he’s lying, but he can’t let Sasuke know that. Sasuke smiles a little, condescending, but his eyebrow stays high, like saying “sure, whatever you say” and “but I don’t believe you at all, moron”.

Naruto looks at his side because if he keeps seeing him, he will start staring and his cheeks are already burning, so no, he doesn’t want to combust. “Um, you’re just a little different from how I imagined you were, it’s all.”

Sasuke’s eyes drop to meet his eyes (God, his eyes), and Naruto has to contain himself to avoid panting loudly, because Holy Ramen…

His eyebrow rises even higher. There’s a subtle shit-eating grin growing on his lips and Naruto thinks he’s going to die. “Did you imagine what I look like? Hn, and I thought you weren’t so obsessed with me.”

Naruto opens his eyes, wide, and blinks. “You… you cocky bastard! I’m not obsessed with you! I didn’t mean… I mean, yes, I asked myself several times how you would look like but… I mean, it’s not like I’m thinking about your appearance all the time or…”

Sasuke makes a little noise in the back of his throat. His eyes are glued to Naruto and he looks funny, as if Naruto’s suffering and clumsiness amused him.

Naruto closes his lips in a tight line and looks away. The blush on his cheeks has begun to spread, because he can feel the heat tingling in his neck and the tip of his ears. The fact that he can feel Sasuke’s intense stare stuck on him doesn’t help.

And suddenly everything is silent and Naruto feels silly and stupid and…

“Usuratonkachi.” Sasuke’s voice is soft, so soft, and the way he says it is as if he’s saying “idiot” with his eyes blank and a wry smile on his face.

Naruto opens his eyes, because he has to see his face, he has to, and when he turns his head again, Sasuke is looking right at him, his hands in his pockets and his hair falling gently on his face. God, Naruto needs to concentrate, every time he looks at him it’s like he gets lost in his head and mind.

“You’re not very different from how I thought. You’re really blond, you look like you don’t know what a comb is, and your face looks stupid…”

Naruto chokes. There is something inside him that rages, although it is not anger, it is almost… expectation. But there is something else. Something else than the adrenaline that runs through his blood when they fight.

“You— jerk…!”

“And you have a lousy sense of fashion, orange is a horrible color. I have no idea why it is your favorite color…”

“As if blue was better, idiot! Orange is the coolest, brightest and most cheerful color of all!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes at his childish outburst and continues, “And you have tanned skin, I imagined that. Your eyes are clearer than I thought, though…”

“Well, yours are darker than I expected. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just impress.”

Sasuke continues like if there hadn’t been interruptions. “I never thought you’d have blond eyelashes, it’s… well, not bad… I’ve never met anyone before you that had the eyelashes of that color… and it’s quite…”

Naruto is about to insult him with something (although he is not quite sure what to say, because everything in him is impossible to insult; everything in him is so wonderful, dammit), but then he is silent, because Sasuke tilts his head to one side, his hair falling like a silken curtain of dark strands, and stretches a hand toward Naruto’s face and oh my goodness, Sasuke’s hand is right in front of him and…

Oh.

The scars.

Sasuke’s hand is incredibly warm against his cold skin. His fingers pass over the lines carefully, with fragile, feathery touches, and his skin is so soft

And Sasuke doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are completely focused on his cheeks and in them there’s something completely indecipherable for Naruto. They look sad and angry and hurt and careful, all at once.

And then Sasuke takes a step forward (which means he’s closer, when he was already close enough) and Naruto can distinguish the way his long eyelashes rub against the white skin of his cheeks. And suddenly it’s like his senses are overloaded because he can feel everything. He is hyper aware of Sasuke’s fingertips, which make his skin tingle wherever they touch him, which despite the cold weather seem to carry the fire along with them, because they awaken overwhelming heat beneath his skin. He can feel the dense, charged air around him and between them, as if there were sparkling electricity flying and catapulting into volutes and dissenting spirals. He can distinguish the soft Sasuke’s smell (apples and grass). He can even hear his breath and suddenly everything revolves around him.

His heart is hammering madly in his chest and his ears are buzzing and there is something beating in his throat, something that is alive and fluttering. The sky behind them is silver and purple, and the clouds are fluffy speckles of white and gray, and Sasuke looks like a star standing there, so bright and so remarkable and outstanding

Then Sasuke’s eyes meet his own and he’s staring at him and it’s like everything around him is alive. It is like everything inside him is moving and shouting to get out. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down and thinking you’re going to fall. It’s like the sound of a storm. Everything is wild and alive and Naruto does not know what he is doing, his body moves on autopilot…

His hand reaches out and Naruto can see his own fingers tremble as he carefully removes one of Sasuke’s bangs from his face.

Sasuke’s eyes open wide, and then he opens his mouth and he’s saying something, he’s talking, but Naruto doesn’t listen, because there are waves that beat against his ears and everything sounds like the sea.

And then he pushes forward and their lips collide and… and just wow.

Sasuke’s breath stalls in his throat audibly and Naruto can hear it. His lips are warm and soft (so, so, so soft) and Naruto can’t help but think how much he wants this. How much he wanted this, how long he had been waiting for this without even knowing it.

Sasuke makes a shocked little noise in the back of his throat as Naruto pushes forward but he doesn’t back down, and Naruto can feel the way his eyelashes sweep into his own skin when his eyes close (they tickle him). He can feel him relax in an instant when Naruto’s fingers move back and pull the strands of hair behind his ear. He can hear him sigh shakily as the tips of his fingers intermingle with his hair on the back of his head. And then Sasuke’s hand is on his shirt and his fingers squeeze tightly against the cloth and he is pulling Naruto towards him.

Everything is fuzzy and hot and damp and soft and so good. Naruto has one hand firmly behind Sasuke’s head to keep him from pulling away and the other reaches to take Sasuke’s free hand. His fingers intertwine and embolden like gears as his mouths move one against another languidly, as his lips glide lazily and unhurriedly.

And then Sasuke’s hand moves, the tips of his fingers leaving electricity sticking to Naruto’s skin as they touch him, and suddenly it is in his hair, behind his head. He pull his head back, enough to make their lips separate a few millimeters. Sasuke’s breathing is altered and quick and shaky and he seems to be desperate for air. Naruto can feel his unsteady breathing pounding against his bulging cheeks and is proud of it. He doesn’t care if his own is the same or worse because Sasuke is this way, he’s like this for him.

The kiss was so good, everything was so good, and Naruto is about to ask why they stopped, but then Sasuke is pulling Naruto back forward and his lips are crashing again and he doesn’t have time to ask. This time Sasuke opens his lips and seems more desperate than before. His hands pull Naruto’s hair and his lips stick to Naruto’s as if they were his source of life.

And they continue like this. They kiss and kiss and kiss. They pause to breathe and their lips meet again after a few seconds as if they were attracted like magnets and metal.

They kiss and kiss and kiss and Sasuke’s hands are on his hair and his face and his shoulders and his neck and on the top of his shirt, touching everything as if he wanted to remember every inch. And he looks so altered, so out of place, and Naruto thinks he’s about to faint, because he put Sasuke like this, the stoic Sasuke so out of control, of composure, and that drives him crazy.

He feels drunk. Dizzy. Everything is spinning around him and there is nothing more than Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke.

There is nothing more than Sasuke and his hands and his lips and his skin and his hair. Everything is him and he is soft and cold and hot and he loves it.

They kiss and kiss and kiss until Naruto’s lips are swollen. They kiss until the sky behind them is dark and both are numb from the cold. They kiss until Sasuke’s hairstyle is ruined and until his lips hurt (in the best way).

And when they separated, Naruto has the forehead against Sasuke’s.

Sasuke is looking at him with misty eyes, as if he had just woken from a dream, and he looks so beautiful and precious and Naruto wants to kiss him again. Their breaths mingle and their hearts beat in unison against their chests.

Sasuke’s cheeks are flushed and, although it could because of the cold, Naruto knows it’s for something else and that makes him smile.

There is something warm and tender and soft and alive that continues to flutter in his chest and throat and it hurts, it hurts so much but in a good kind of way, and it makes him feel good and giddy. Reminds him why he is alive.

Sasuke makes him feel that way.

Alive. Wild. In peace.

Happy.

Sasuke’s eyes have a million emotions reflected in them when the mist curtain is extinguished (not at all, but enough) and Naruto wonders if his eyes are as transparent and stormy and crazy as his. By the way Sasuke is looking at him he thinks they are.

And then Sasuke smiles. It is weak and fragile and soft and small, but it is a smile, and it is there, and Naruto smiles wider.

Sasuke is beautiful. Inside an out.

And he can’t stop looking at him.

And maybe his gaze is too intense because Sasuke’s cheeks color grows as he closes his eyes and murmurs, “Usuratonkachi. Stop looking at me like that. I have a reputation to keep.”

And Naruto laughs. He laughs and Sasuke smiles even wider, because Naruto’s laugh could give world peace and could cure cancer. Because Naruto’s laugh is beautiful and Naruto makes him happy.

Because both of them are happy there.

Because they both know what love is without having even seen the other in person before.

Because both fell in love with words so intensely that the feeling couldn’t be extinguished.

Because everything is beautiful and lovely and perfect.

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A/N: So… how was it? this is my first attempt for a sns fanfic, so don’t be so rude, okay? I’m sorry if it’s awful, it was just an idea I have and I write it for fun. Also, English is not my first language, so I’m so sorry for any grammatical mistake in here, i did my best.

Where's My Love

Requested: Nope

Based off a prompt list #6 linked Here

#6 “I thought I told you that we’re friends and nothing more!”

I also recommend listening to the song Where’s My Love by: Syml. 

Which also influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were new to the school, you were awkward and shy like you always were whenever you moved schools’. You soon fell into a group of friends that you loved. You were extremely close with Peter, sometimes you believed that you two could be something, but you knew he loved Liz, making you distance yourself to see if he’d notice.

Warnings: Lots of sadness prepare yourself.

Word Count: 2,751

A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been a realllyy long time since I’ve written anything and I genuinely apologize for that. I’ve been in a really dark slump lately and haven’t been motivated at all. But I’m trying my best to get back into writing and making you all happy. Therefore, I’m writing a Spider-Man Homecoming imagine because how can you not love Peter Parker? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. :)

Side Note: I wrote this so sad that I was crying while typing it.

Originally posted by sddonald22

You had transferred schools’ three times now, your father was always traveling because of his job, meaning your whole family had to travel with him.

You didn’t mind the traveling part, however the transferring of schools’ that you did mind.

You hated being the new kid at school, you were always the topic of the day until everyone got used to you being there.

Everyone would stare and talk about you behind your back, some would be nice and some not so nice.

You had to admit, you weren’t the best at making friends, you were more of a loner, an awkward person that didn’t socialize with others very well, you were extremely shy.

That is till you met your dream team of friends.

You were once again traveling, this time to New York, and attending to Midtown High School.

You assumed it was going to be like the rest of the times you transferred, everyone would stare and look at you and talk about you.

But this was different, someone actually noticed you, someone actually talked to you.

It was during lunch, you saw a girl and two guys sitting at a table by themselves, you figured they wouldn’t mind you sitting there along with them, so you did.

This intrigued them all, they had never seen you before.

“Hey, quiet one, who are you?” The girl asked, making you snap your head in her direction.

You looked around at first, before pointing a finger at yourself as if to ask ‘are you talking to me?’ which made her nod.

You swallowed nervously, not used to having to speak.

“I uh.. My name is Y/N, I just moved here.” You gave a shy smile, which only made the girl nod in curiosity.

“I see.. Well my name is Michelle, but you can call me MJ.” She smiled slightly, going back to her book.

You nodded, before glancing at the two boys who were staring at you.

You raised an eyebrow, making them snap back into reality and try to hide the fact they were looking at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, making them smile.

“I know Michelle just asked you your name, but can you tell us again?” The brunette asked, making you even more nervous.

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled slightly, messing with the ends of your hair.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter and this is Ned.” He smiled, as Ned waved a friendly hello at you.

You laughed quietly, waving back.

“So, how’s your first day going?” Peter asked, making you nearly choke on your water.

You were confused as to why they were still talking to you, so this threw you off guard and into complete embarrassment.

“It’s uh.. going as it usually does?” You spoke more as a question than an answer.

“Do you transfer a lot?” Ned asked, making you nod sadly.

“My third time.” You shrugged, letting out a small sigh.

They both nodded understandingly, and soon before you knew it, you all became best friends.

You’ll always remember that day in the cafeteria, the first day you actually made friends.

Now it was a normal routine to have lunch with all of them, talk about whatever tests or labs that you all had coming up.

However, the only thing coming up was homecoming.

Over the past few months you’d been at Midtown High, you started developing feelings for your best friend Peter.

You didn’t know how it happened, but it just did and it scared you.

“We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy.” You heard Peter tell Ned as they were off staring at Liz Allen.

The girl of Peter’s dreams.

A girl that wasn’t you.

You knew about Peter’s love for Liz, he made it extremely obvious.

You did your best to not show how much it bothered you, but it started to push you to your limits.

He would talk about her outfit, or her hair, or just her in general whenever he could.

And it killed you.

Michelle soon figured out your secret, that you liked Peter, she promised she wouldn’t tell, but she knew how much it killed you to see him chase after a different girl.

“So, I want to ask Liz to homecoming but I don’t know how, she probably already has a date, why would she even go with me-” Peter rambled, but Ned cut him off.

“Dude, chill, just ask her.” He slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, making him blink a few times.

You just sat there, quietly listening to it all.

“Y/N, what do you think I should do? You’re a girl, what do you like?” Peter questioned, sitting down in a chair in front of you.

You bit your lip before thinking.

“Okay.. If you were to say, as an example as me to homecoming, I’d like it if you made a cheesy sign and have flowers asking me.” You nodded, before looking back at Peter.

You both locked eye contact for a moment, and you could have sworn something happened in those few seconds.

But it was soon ripped away as Peter clapped his hands, telling you how brilliant you were.

You gave a fake smile, wishing it would be for you instead.

There were only two days left till homecoming, Peter still hadn’t asked Liz to homecoming, something about wanting it to be perfect.

You had hit your breaking point, you were done being around him when all he did was talk about Liz.

You decided to distance yourself from him and Ned those next few days.

Your headphones plugged into your ears that way you could avoid them if they talked to you.

You even started sitting down with Michelle rather than with them at lunch.

At first they both thought you were just being nice and wanted to sit with her, but then as it became more frequent they got curious as to why you had been avoiding them.

If only they really knew the truth.

The day of homecoming soon arrived, you had decided against going, not wanting to see Peter and Liz dance together.

Michelle tried to convince you to go with her, but even she knew you wouldn’t have fun.

You had avoided Peter and Ned for three days now, you could tell they were getting annoyed with you, but you didn’t care.

You were laying on the couch, watching Netflix with an ice cream tub in your lap.

You weren’t going to lie, you wished you were at homecoming, you hated being at home, but you couldn’t afford seeing someone you liked so much to be with someone else.

You were about to take a spoonful of ice cream when you heard a knock at your door.

You huffed, getting up and heading to the door, only to reveal Peter standing before you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He spoke, frustration evident in his voice.

You let him in, confusion displaced on your face.

“Okay, talk.” You crossed your arms, looking at him.

He was pacing back and forth, making you even more confused.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He blurted out, making your eyes widened a bit.

“I-I haven’t.. I mean.. What are you talking about?” You stammered, making him glare at you.

“You know what I’m talking about, for the past three days you haven’t been talking to me, listening to me, even eating lunch with me.” He was counting off everything, and it was all true.

You looked around the apartment, refusing to look at Peter.

“What did I do?” He questioned, his voice cracking which made you look at him instantly.

He looked like he was about to cry, breaking your heart instantly.

“You love someone else.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

Peter looked at you confused at first, before realization hit him.

“Y/N, when we first met, I thought that I told you we’re friends and nothing more!” He closed his eyes, speaking loudly which made you swallow nervously.

“I didn’t mean to.. I-I tried not to.. I-I” You stammered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Peter just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.

You were pleading he’d say something or do something, just something to make everything okay again.

“I think I’m going to go. I have to meet Liz for homecoming.” He sighed, refusing to look at you before walking out the door.

It was a moment like this that you never felt so low.

Your heart was breaking, your sobbing was becoming uncontrollable, and you had nobody to lean on.

She hides away, like a ghost,

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way.

You wanted to call Michelle, but you didn’t want to ruin her homecoming.

You wanted to call Ned, to tell him everything, and by everything you meant everything.

But mainly you wanted to call Peter, to explain everything.

But every time you picked up your phone, you remembered the way he was before he left.

He was upset with you, for liking him.

And that upset you too.

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen for him, but it just happened.

You couldn’t take being trapped in your apartment, so you decided to go for a walk.

You grabbed your jacket, heading outside.

It was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind.

You needed to clear your mind, mainly to get Peter off your mind.

You figured he was at the dance right now, with Liz, Ned, and Michelle, dancing and having fun.

You felt another tear slip down your cheek, you looked miserable, anyone could see that clear as day.

What you didn’t know though was that Peter decided to not go with Liz, he had arrived at the dance with her, but told her he had to go, and everyone knew why.

Because of you.

It’s always been you.

He rushed back as quick as he could to your apartment, but felt his heart drop when you didn’t answer.

It was times like this that he liked being Spider-Man, he climbed through your window to see you really weren’t there, creating him to panic.

Did you run away?

Did you run away?

I don’t need to know if you ran away,

If you ran away,

Come back home,

Just come home.

Peter was out looking for you, he knew that in certain times you went on walks, but what made him nervous was that it was at night, and it was his fault you were out there.

He flew all over the streets, until he spotted you.

I got fear, oh, in my blood,

She was carried up into the clouds,

High above.

He rushed down to you, you had been hit by a drunk driver, Peter never felt worse in his entire life.

His heart dropped to his stomach, his eyes watering behind the mask.

“Y/N, hey, wake up, come on, please.” He begged, holding your face in his hands.

He begged, pleading for you to wake up and tell him what an idiot he was for not seeing how much you liked him sooner.

He wanted to hear you laugh, he wanted to see your shy smile you always gave him.

You opened your eyes for a brief second, seeing a red blur, you could hear mumbling but it was faint.

You could barely recognize the voice as Peter, which only made you smile just thinking about him.

Peter was doing his best to keep you awake, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, do you hear me? Don’t close your eyes.” He pleaded, but he knew he was losing an ending battle.

You did your best to keep them open, but your eyes slowly fell shut, one last tear slipping down your cheek.

You laid there, limp, making Peter scream in anger and sadness.

He lost the one true person who genuinely cared for him, and he blamed himself for it.

If he had only stayed there with you and talked it out, this wouldn’t have happened.

If he had just listened to you, or paid more attention to how you acted around him this all could have been prevented.

But it was too late.

Peter didn’t even care at this point, he ripped off his mask, pulling you into his arms, angry sobs escaping from his mouth.

That was a day Peter would remember forever, something he could never forget, the day his true love died in his arms.

Cold Bones.

Yeah, that’s my love,

She hides away, like a ghost.

Too Much

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Thank you to whoever it was that requested this! You all are amazing. Be kind, spread love. xx - L

“No, Harry! I’m sorry, but this is too much. I can’t handle anymore of this.”

Warnings: angsty

Word Count: 1,248

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But imagine the loft becoming filled over the years with all the little things that Alec gives Magnus. Magnus would treasure them all, each a memory of their lives together. And one day Alec notices the Omamori charm. It’s on Magnus’ work bench, which is unusual, Alec hasn’t seen it in centuries, it’s become worn, not from neglect, more as if it’s been cherished and constantly held. And Alec asks Magnus why he keeps it when it’s begun to fray, and Magnus simply says “because you gave it to me”.

He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
     But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
      We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
     And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
     He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
—  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.
Pulse Part 13

Part 12

Genre: Fluff
Words: 2,026
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, you’re gonna squeal i can’t wait
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.


The following week or so had become a routine. Bucky would cater to your every want and need, making you food that you could keep down, scratching your arms or back to calm you, helping you bathe, and just talking about nothing and everything. The two of you had really gotten to know each other better than he ever thought you could in the small amount of time you had together, and you still had a couple more days to spend with him before his fiancée came home.

His fiancée. Bucky had barely even thought of her since the crash. She had been constantly texting and calling him, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t in contact with her while she was away, but he couldn’t bring himself to even send her a simple text. He knew she was probably worried, but he felt a surge of guilt in the pit of his stomach whenever he just saw her name flash across his cell phone screen. He knew he wasn’t in a relationship with you, but the draw he felt toward you was undeniable, and he felt he would be betraying that loyalty he felt by acknowledging his planned marriage with this other woman.

He needed to eventually, though, whether it be to confirm his relationship with Samantha or to end it altogether. Something needed to be done, but he couldn’t break off years of friendship and love over the phone. She needed to come home first, and then, once he saw her in person and looked into her blue eyes, if he felt like it would be best to let her go, he would.

In the meantime, however, all of his focus was on you. On the way you gently curled into the sheets of his bed, careful of the incision on your side. On the way you giggled at his playful jokes and groaned at the mention of the time left until you could take your next painkiller. On the way your hair was tangled beyond belief from moving your head against the pillow so much. On the way your stressed body was still so antsy to get out of bed that he almost wanted to force you back down every time you sat up in fear that you would hurt yourself.

It was passed time for you to start walking by yourself though. The routine of it all was supposed to help, and getting back to normal right away was of upmost important when it came to your injuries. Bucky had been trying to prolong it as long as possible though, because he didn’t want to see you in more pain than you were already in.

“Buck?”

“Yes?”

He watched as you stretched your legs out in front of you, wincing only slightly at the pull in certain areas. “Can I go make lunch for myself?”

“Getting sick of my cooking?” He deflected.

“More like getting sick of just sitting here. I want to get up.”

You didn’t even wait for his response as you started making your move to rise from the bed. His hands immediately rushed to your aid to help ease the strain, and you gratefully let him use some of his own strength to lift you off the bed and to a sitting position.

“This makes me nervous,” he admitted.

You rolled your eyes even though your heart warmed at his confession. “I’m fine.”

“Your car was hit so hard it flipped upside down. You were impaled with metal.”

“Bucky.”

He sighed. “Give me your hand.”

Only being able to offer your right one due to your left being in the cast, his other fingers lightly grasped the upper arm that was uncovered to help balance both sides of your body and take the weight off of the side with the incision.

“How are your ribs?” He asked as he helped you stand. Your knees shook from the little walking you had been doing, but they felt much better now that you were standing.

“They’re fine. Feel the same as when I’m laying down.”

“So not good,” he clarified.

You gave him a look before starting to take slow steps toward the kitchen. Bucky was hovering over you your whole way there, arms out and ready to catch you or hold you if something were to happen. Once you finally made it to the cupboards, you opened one and went to reach for a box before Bucky stopped you from stretching.

“No,” was all he said as he reached to the top shelf for you and got your favorite cereal down. “Don’t push it.”

You got the milk out of the fridge in the meantime, turning to watch as Bucky got a bowl down for you and started to pour the cereal inside. “Hey! I was supposed to be making this.”

He scoffed. “It’s cereal. Making this as your own dinner isn’t much of an accomplishment.”

“You’re just mad I made you get Captain Crunch Berries and not the peanut butter kind.”

Your hand shook slightly as you tried to balance the mostly full milk in your right hand to pour into the bowl. Your side and ribs ached as your abdominal muscles clenched to help support the weight. Bucky noticed your struggle and lifted the bottom of the carton while you held the handle.

“Of course I’m mad. Getting a Captain Crunch that isn’t peanut butter is a sin.”

He helped lower the milk down before screwing the cap back on and returning it to the fridge for you. The fridge that had bills and unopened but important mail stuck unto it, many of the envelopes addressed to Samantha Reed. You tried not to let it damper your mood, you did, but it was difficult as you felt yourself falling more in love with Bucky. The past couple of days you had spent there you had really gotten to know him more and there wasn’t one part of what you learned that you didn’t like. You were completely and utterly fascinated by him. If you were close before from being soulmates, you were even closer now as you laughed together, shared details on your histories and favorite things to do…

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Bucky asked as he watched you stare at your untouched cereal.

You didn’t know how to answer. What was going to happen when you had to leave in two or three days. Where were you going to go? Who was going to care for you?

You knew Steve would offer to keep you safe and have Natasha stay as well to help, but that seemed to you like going in circles. You didn’t want to go back there and have another emotional breakdown. You wanted to move forward, but you didn’t know how to when you have been letting yourself stay out of reality.

Because that’s what this was: unrealistic. In a few days you will be gone. Bucky will be back with his fiancée in this loft where he would pretend you never stayed in the first place. Things would go back to being awkward and tense between the two of you. You would still have a madman stalking you, threatening you, slowly driving you to insanity. And you would be alone again. Because that was what always happened.

“What’s going on?”

Bucky’s hand softly landed on the small of your back. You swallowed. You were so tired of being alone. You didn’t want this feeling of love you had developed in the small amount of time you had been living with him to go away. You wanted to swim in the depths of it- to drown in it.

You turned slowly to face him, his palm going from your back to the counter near your side, leaning into you as you looked up to him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, his eyes bright.

His jaw tense before loosening.

His eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.

His lips so pink.

His lips so… soft.

Soft. That was the last word that flowed through your head before everything completely left. Your mind became a blank slate as your body completely relaxed. You were leaning into him, his touch on you- everywhere- but nowhere at the same time as he remained as careful as possible. His lips moved against yours, gentle but hungry, his teeth nipping lightly in between kisses.

You could barely pay attention to where you were putting your hand, too overwhelmed by the feeling in your chest as you finally connected with your soulmate. Everything snapped into place. It was like a puzzle piece- a perfect fit that completed the picture. It was a wire that had been missing that was now fixed and helped to light up the entire room. Your body was floating, relaxed as it no longer felt pulled on, drawn, exhausted from trying to find your person. Relieved as you finally found him.

He pulled back with a gasp, one of his thumbs running light circles over your bruised ribs, the other hand firmly pulling you toward him by your lower back. He squeezed his eyes shut in an almost painful gesture, grimacing as he rested his forehead on yours. “I’m feeling so much right now my heart hurts.”

Your right hand came up to stroke his stubble-covered jaw. “Don’t run away from that.”

He didn’t reply as he attempted to control his breathing, put out not from the loving kisses that the two of you shared but from the wave of emotions tugging at his heart as it sped up in rate.

“But Samantha-” he started, and you immediately opened your eyes, pushing his chest back with your one available hand and avoiding eye contact at all cost. “No, I just meant that I need to talk to her before we do anything else. I don’t want to be that person.”

“Bucky,” you tried to reason against your own morals, “I’m your soulmate. I think she’ll understand.”

He didn’t say anything once again and that’s when the self-doubt started to kick in. Was he worried about cheating or did he really want Samantha in the end?

“What are we doing, Bucky? Playing house until the person you actually love comes home and you toss me in the corner once again? Apologize, maybe cry to make me feel an ounce of sympathy for you?”

“No! No, no no, (Y/N), not at all-” he rushed out.

“-then what?! I understand that you want to be a good guy, but you weren’t worried about being a good guy when you hurt me ten times over! Only for her, right?”

You wished you would have stopped talking at his wounded look, but you kept going. “Look at the physical pain I have been put through. Mentally- emotionally, I feel even worse. ‘Cause of you.”

“I want to-”

“I’m not playing these games anymore. If I need to get out of this city to get away from you and that fucking maniac, then I will. This isn’t fair to me, Bucky, and you know it. You fucking know i-”

“(Y/N)!”

You froze at his outburst, watching as his face softened after yelling, his footsteps slow and his hand raking through his hair before his arms caged you back against the counter. He tried to keep his face passive and strong, but his muscles relaxed and his blue eyes were warm as they bore into yours. His soft lips were parted and you wanted to cry at how much you wanted to just dive into his arms.

And then he was kissing you again and you were flying. Nothing had ever felt as good, as fulfilling, as wholesome, pure, loving, warming, encompassing as it did to be in Bucky’s arms with his mouth on yours. You were completely and utterly a mess.

When his warm breath hit your lips as he pulled back, you looked into his eyes. The two of you were as close as before, and you were tempted to diminish the distance once again, but he spoke before you could.

“I don’t love her like I love you.”

And then the distance closed.


Part 14

BTS headcanon: What would comfort them

requested by anon


Jin:

The most comforting thing to Jin would be coming home to you. He would love to do something nice and quiet with you, so that his mind is occupied, his hands are busy and he can feel you near him.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Yoongi:

I think the most comforting thing to Yoongi would be just you staying close to him. When he has something on his mind it would take little time until he’d be able to talk about it, so you just being there with him, letting him feel you against his side would be enough for him.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Namjoon:

To Namjoon the most comforting thing would be holding your hand, leaning his head against your shoulder and just talking about everything on his mind. He would also love to take walks with you.

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Hoseok:

As we all know, Hobi loves his hair being played with and people humming little melodies for him, so I think he would love to bury his head in your lap and take a little nap. I think he would also love slow dancing with you, without any pressure to get the steps right.

Originally posted by mybohemiansoul

Jimin:

Jimin would like as much physical affection as possible. He would find small kisses everywhere and hugs to be the most comforting thing. Sleeping in and having a good meal which fills his stomach would also be very comforting to him.

Originally posted by onabedofdaisies

Taehyung:

The most relaxing and comforting thing for Tae would be to visit his family with you and having all his loved ones around him. He would also love to lay down face to face and talk about everything and nothing with you. Sharing stories and dreams with each other, or simply just listening to music or the rain.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Jeongguk:

For Kookie the best thing to get him to relax and unwind would be you singing for him. He would hold onto you and bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there until everything gets better. He wouldn’t want to talk about it though, feeling as if his struggles aren’t as important next to the other boys’”

Originally posted by thedesire


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Healthy Rick Vs. Toxic Rick

This episode is another great example of Rick and Morty emphasizing that nothing is black and white and everything is subjective. Even if you remove all your “toxic” qualities there is no all good or all bad part of you. And we really are the sum of all our parts. Who else breathed a sigh of relief when we finally get Rick back together?? I know, I did.

I’m seeing a lot of talk about which version of Rick cared for Morty and whether that care was healthy or unhealthy. And I think it’s pretty clear that both halves do.

Healthy Rick shoots Morty and says he doesn’t have the same feelings about it as his slime counterpart. And while I take him at his word that isn’t the full story. Healthy Rick doesn’t care in the same way Toxic Rick does. Toxic Rick has that fierce, devoted, take-a-bullet-for-you love. Healthy Rick has a detached and greater good type view. Healthy Rick even says toxic Rick is “incapable of seeing the bigger picture.” However, Healthy Rick’s end game is to force his counterpart to merge back with him. Because it’s the right thing to do, because Healthy Rick still cares!

However, Toxic Rick also has all of Rick’s fears of loving and being loving, unwillingness to open himself up, anger at himself for for being so closed off. Toxic Rick is all the parts Rick hates and fears about himself.

But both pieces care. Healthy Rick realizes he can’t truly feel a deep connection when he smacks Morty. But his immediate next move is to try to fix that. Sort of like the Tin Man missing a heart, but crying anyway. Rick realizes he can’t really love and instead of that being a relief to him it is something he wants to fix.

‘’Just pretend to be my boyfriend’’

‘‘ Writing Prompt #20 with Bucky “Just pretend to be my date” or boyfriend to like a wedding, someone’s party, or a high school reunion???’‘ was the request by @thedemonsweshare, so I wrote it down for her and I really hope she likes it. I changed it from my date to boyfriend because that made more sense in that one-shot!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words:
1288
Warnings:
None, just some cute Bucky fluff

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

Olivia was the girl in school that everybody loved. She was popular and a member of the cheerleader team. But you were the complete opposite. Your group of friends was not that big, just three or four really good and also best friends. While she went out with many other guys you never heard of, you prefered to stay away from these huge events like these big parties on the weekends.

But still, you and Olivia were really good friends in high school. You helped her with her math exam while she tried to introduce you to some handsome members from the high school football team.

And that was the reason why you were now standing in front of a confused Bucky Barnes, who was looking down on you while he took a sip of his coffee “What shall I do?”

Just pretend to be my boyfriend. Please, Bucky, you have to help me“ you pleaded and already wanted to kneel in front of him before he stopped you from doing so and sat down on the couch.

’‘Can you just tell me why I should do that?“ he blinked and sat down his mug of coffee as you sank down beside him and sighed ’'You know, when I was in high school, I wasn’t really popular and I was never really good at talking to the boys I liked and so…I never had a boyfriend when I was going there and neither when I was studying…and my friend Olivia was soo popular and knew so many guys who would have liked to be her boyfriend. She always dated these dream guys and…I was alone. Sitting in my bed and watching TV”

“So you want me to come with you so you can show them that you found your own dream guy?“ he grinned widely while saying dream guy and raised his eyebrows ’'I’m really flattered that you would put me to the dream guys”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Barnes“ you slapped him playfully and laughed before you asked him again ’'So would you be the most kindest person in the world and be my boyfriend for that evening?”

“I’ll do it but only because it’s you, doll“ Bucky winked at you before threw yourself at him and gave him a big hug ’'Thank you so much, you’re the best“


Only three days later, the big day was there.
You were just standing in the bathroom and put on some mascara when you heard someone knocking on your door. It was Bucky who didn’t bother to just come in ’'Doll, come on! We gotta go if you want to be on time.”

He looked for you and went straight to the bathroom where he found you. Bucky’s mouth fell open when he took in your appearance and blinked a few times after you turned around “You look good. I like that shirt”

You nodded to his black button up shirt which he had combined with some dark blue jeans. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.Just then you realized his look and your gaze went down on you
“Is the dress to much? I told Nat it would look stupid on a high school reunion” You already wanted to zip it down when Bucky began to shake his head

“No, you look fantastic! Don’t worry about the others. You look great“You smiled and kissed his cheek ’'Thank you, Buck. So let’s go. We take Tony’s car” Before Bucky could ask if you had even asked for permission, you waved with the keys and he smiled before following you to the elevators.


“You don’t have to be nervous, doll. You look fantastic and you have an amazing job. You’re saving the world with the greatest team and you’re fake dating a superhero” Bucky smiled at you and held your hand while you were still sitting in the car after he parked in the parking lot next to your old high school.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be nervous. Do you know what you have to say when they asked you how we met?” you savely asked him again to make sure he still knew what to do. Smiling, he nodded and opened his door before leaving the car just like you “Don’t worry, [Y/N]. I know what to do. Just trust me and everything will be fine”
He took your hand and led you to the great building where all the others were already waiting.

They were all gathered in your old main class room and cheered when you came in together with Bucky who was still holding your hand.

“[Y/N]!” Olivia squeaked and came over. She gave you the most tightest hug you ever got that you almost lost your breath before she let go of you “It’s so good to see you again and your..boyfriend?”

Her gaze went to Bucky who smiled friendly and held out his hand for her to take “Hey, I’m James. But everyone calls me Bucky. And yes, boyfriend.”

“You’re doing well, [Y/N]. So, you’re dating a superhero and you’re also a superhero yourself. Wow, that’s really…unexpected” she smiled before Olivia introduced you to her boyfriend who was the trainer of the hometown footballteam.

You two chatted while Bucky always held your hand or gave you a kiss when you told something funny and he laughed about it. It made you blush when his lips kissed your cheek.Something inside you wished that it was real. That Bucky was your boyfriend and you lived in a happy relationship. But it wasn’t true what made you a little bit sad.

“Soo..Bucky, how did you meet [Y/N]? I mean, she barely leaves her room” Olivia laughed but to Bucky, there was nothing funny about it because he knew that sometimes you needed some you-time for yourself which was totally okay for him because he understood it.

“Actually I met her when I was introduced to the whole team” he began and you stopped breathing.

That was not the story he was suppose to tell her.

“Everyone was really friendly but also really careful to be nice and [Y/N] just walked in, by the way she totally forgot that Steve was already introducing me to everyone, and she just went with the words 'So when comes this weird dude with the metal arm?’ and stopped right in the door way when she noticed that I was already there. That was the first thing she said right into my face and it was so adorable because right after that she quickly apologized. I knew that I would like her really much. Then it came that we talked much about everything and nothing til the day came where I asked her out and she gladly said 'Yes’. I was really happy and still am because…she is the best and I love her”

Bucky looked you right in the eye when he said so. He was speaking the truth. You almost wanted to cry when he came closer and kissed you softly on the lips. First you were shocked which you didn’t show but then you smiled into the kiss and returned it.

After you broke the kiss, you looked into his deep blue eyes and smiled softly “I love you too”

Olivia just sat there in silence and took a quick look at her boyfriend before she gave you a fond smile “I’m really happy that you found someone who speaks with so much love about you. You can be proud that you’ve found Bucky”

“I am. I really am” you hold Bucky’s hand and felt that he gave yours a little squeeze before you turned to him again and gave him a kiss.


I hope that’s okay.

I know we’re not in each other’s lives anymore but sometimes I wish we could just spend a day together and have everything be like it was.
Is such a thing possible? To spend a single day in each other’s company again, laughing and kissing and talking about everything and nothing.
Would it really be so terrible to meet somewhere and have lunch together and pretend it’s the past… that we’re back in time and you’re still the one person I can rely on when the whole world is against me?
If I asked you, could you do it… pretend that you still care for all times sake? It’s foolish I know, which is why I’ll never ask, but the truth is life’s not been easy since you left and I’d do just about anything right now to be able to pretend just for one day that I’m happy again; That everything’s okay - that everything will be okay - because that’s how you always made me feel even on the worst days imaginable.
But that was the past and I know I live in the here and now and I need to face reality – but the reality is that the day you walked out of my life I lost the greatest thing I ever had… and it’s been nothing but losses ever since.
Do You Remember? (E.D)

Summary: You and Ethan have been dating for a year now, and in the beginning everything was going great. During your relationshipt with Ethan you started suffering with memory loss. Which eventually became early age dementia. In the beginning it was fine, but as the months went by it got worst and worst. To the point where now you don’t remember anything. All your memories with your boyfriend all gone. You don’t even remember his name, and when you see him he’s nothing but a complete stranger to you. 

Warnings: Talks about memory loss. 

A/N: I drew inspiration from Jhene Aiko’s music video for the song While We’re Young. (It’s just based on the music video, NOT the song!) Of course I put my own spin to it, and changed it up a bit so it’s not exacty the same, but the inspiration behind this did come from that video, so I hope you guys enjoy! <3

* * This isn’t edited so it probably has like a shit ton of errors, but I’ll go back to edit tomorrow! * *


Ethan’s POV

Y/N and I have been together for a year now, and meeting her was probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love her so much, and I know she loves me, but lately it’s just been so hard. After about 4 to 5 months of dating I noticed that Y/N was starting to become very forgetful. It was just small minor things, like locking the doors before we left the house, turning off the light, and forgetting where she left her belongings. But those small minor things became big things. One day, before leaving for work Y/N forgot to turn the stove off, and if I wasn’t home that day, our apartment would’ve caught on fire. I was starting to worry, so I started doing some research online, and I had a feeling that maybe Y/N could be suffering from memory loss. Although she was still able to remember the people around her, and stuff, she was showing signs of the beginning stages of memory loss.

I ended up finding a neurologist here in LA, and I decided to take Y/N to see him. She protested at first, but after almost burning the apartment down a second time, she finally agreed to see him. After about 2 visits with him we found out that Y/N was indeed suffering from memory loss, and in time it would lead to dementia. A disease that makes you lose all your memory. Sure there were ways to help her, and I’ve tried every way possible, but within the past 7 months her memory just keeps getting worst. Now it’s at the point where she doesn’t even remember me. She doesn’t even know my name or who I am.

But I refuse to give up on her, she’s going to remember again one day, and I’ll stop at nothing to help her. 

* present day *

“Ahhhhhhhh!” 

I was woken up out of my sleep by Y/N’s scream. 

“Baby what’s wro-” I tried to ask her what was wrong, but I was cut off by her hitting me with one of the pillows, as she was standing up on the bed.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” she asked, as she continued to hit me with the pillow.

“Ow! Baby stop it’s me!” I managed to grab the pillow from her, which caused her to jump off the bed, and back up into the corner of the room, afraid. 

“Y/N, it’s me Ethan!” I said, slowly walking towards her, but before I could get close, she darted off across the room, grabbing the flower vase off the dresser, and held it above her head getting ready to throw it. I raised both my arms above my head, in a surrendering motion, letting her know that I wasn’t going to do anything to her.  

“Don’t come any closer! Who are you?” she asked. Her voice was shaky. She really thought I was some stranger who just crawled into her bed in the middle of the night. If only she could remember that this was our house, and this our room, and that I’m her boyfriend. Suddenly I remembered that there were pictures of us on our nightstand, and I ran over to grab them.

“Y/N look! See baby that’s us! That’s me! I’m not a stranger. I won’t hurt you! Please put the vase down!” I said, showing her the pictures. I placed them down on the bed, so she can look at them herself. She slowly walked towards the edge of the bed where the pictures were, and picked them up looking at them so intensely as if she was trying to analyze the pictures, and trying to remember. 

“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember. I don’t remember who you are.” she said, with tears forming in her eyes. I tried to walk up to her, and embrace her in my arms, but as soon I took a step forward, she took two back. 

This is usually how most mornings starts off. She wakes up, screams bloody murder because she has no idea who I am, and what I’m doing in our bed. After almost an hour of trying to stop her from either hitting me or throwing things at me, I find a way to calm her down, but making her look at pictures of us to let her know that we know each other. But I must say today was a little better then yesterday when she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors, and when she realized she couldn’t she started throwing them. So being hit with a pillow wasn’t so bad. 

Some days I don’t even get to wake up in bed next to her. Some days are great, and after getting her to calm down, and showing her a few pictures, she starts to relax, and she’ll remember me all day long, until something just snaps in her, and she goes back forgetting who I am, and starts freaking out so much, that I can’t even try to reason with her, so I just end up going to the warehouse, or to Grayson’s apartment and stay there. Some days, she’ll remember me for an hur or so, and then it just starts all over again. Some days, I can’t even walk into my own apartment without her chasing me out the front door with some kind of object, thinking I’m a bugler or kidnapper. Some days are just complete hell, and it’s impossible to try to get her to understand, or reason with her. 

But I’ll never give up.

* * * *

I got out the shower, and Y/N was still sitting on the bed, still staring at the pictures in her hand. She looked so beautiful. Confused, but still beautiful in every way. I tell her everyday, but I know she doesn’t remember. She doesn’t remember anything I tell her. Not even all the I love yous. 

She didn’t notice I was in the room until, I headed over to the closet door. Her head shot up, and she stared at me, and shot me a slight smile. 

“You smell good.” she said with a smile. 

“Thanks. You picked out the soap for me.” I said laughing. I knew she wouldn’t remember, but every chance I get I remind her of the things she use to do. 

“Well I guess I did a good job.” she said chuckling awkwardly. Even though we’re a couple, and we’ve known each other for years, it feels like I’m getting to know someone new everyday. It’s like knowing someone, but not knowing them at the same time. 

Which makes absolutely no sense at all.

“Are you my boyfriend?” she asked randomly, causing me to look up at her. She was staring at the pictures again.

“Yeah, I am. I’m Ethan, your boyfriend.” I told her, as I was putting on some clothes. She didn’t say anything, she just kept her focus on the picture, squinting her eyes a little, as she ran her finger over the glass of the picture frame. I finished getting dressed, and grabbed my backpack, and my camera. Grayson and I needed to film at the warehouse today. It’s been a while since I filmed a video. It’s been just Grayson making videos for the pass few months while I was dealing all the stuff happening with Y/N. Thankfully the fans understood, and didn’t get mad about me not filming with Grayson. They were actually very supportive, and they tweet her constantly, sending her pictures, and video edits of us. Hopefully she’ll be able to get back onto her social medias, and see them one day. 

“I have to go over to Grayson’s for a little bit, but I’ll see you later.” I said. 

“Who’s Grayson?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Grayson’s my twin brother, and your best friend. He was the guy that gave you that stuffed animal over there.” I said, pointing to the big plush unicorn that Grayson got her for her birthday last year.

“He’s that guy with the dangly wing earring in that picture.” I said, pointing to the picture collage of the three of us on the wall.

“He looks like you. Are you guys twins or something?” she asked, obviously not remembering that I just told her he was my twin brother. I had to repeat stuff to Y/N multiple times, and even though I hated repeating myself to Grayson, or anyone for that matter, in this case with Y/N I didn’t mind. 

I tilt my head, and tried to give her a kiss on the lips, but she pulled back. I let out a sigh of frustration, not remembering the last time I was able to actually kiss her. I bent down a placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you.” I said, as I pulled away, but she just stared at me, then down to the ground. It hurts knowing the person you love doesn’t know that you love them, and doesn’t know that they love you just as much. They can’t say it back because they have no idea of their feelings for you. I said goodbye to Y/N and started heading out our apartment, and started making my way to my car, and on my way to the warehouse.

“And we’ll see you guys before next Tuesday! PEACE!” Grayson and I yelled into the camera. We just finished filming a challenge video for Tuesday, and it felt really good to record again. I missed it. I miss being goofy with my twin brother. I miss interacting with or fans online, but I’m very grateful that they understand and aren’t upset with me.

“They’re going to love this video bro!” Grayson said, as he was shutting off the camera. And I agree, we made a complete ass out of ourselves in this video of course they were going to love it.

“How’s Y/N been doing? Any better?” Grayson asked plopping down on the couch next to me.

“She’s good I guess. You know same ole same ole. Some days are better then others, and some days are just complete hell. But I’m trying bro, I really am.” I vented to my brother. He’s been pretty supportive through this whole thing. He comes sees Y/N time to time, but of course she doesn’t remember. I know it’s hard on him too, knowing that his best friend doesn’t even know who he is. 

“She’s going to get better E. We just have to be patient. I know you want her to remember, and I do too, but we can’t just make her remember. It just has to come to her. You know?” Grayson said, and I knew what he meant. I understood, but it’s just so frustrating. I miss her so much. I miss holding her, I miss kissing her. I just fucking miss her. I know it’s silly to say I miss her even though she’s still here. But even though she’s here with me physically, she’s not here with me mentally or emotionally. I’m just a stranger to her. I didn’t realize I was crying, until I saw a drop of water fall down onto my phone screen. 

I used my shirt to wipe my tears away, and I decided I’d check on Y/N using the home security device I set up. I was able to check each room in the apartment, and see what she was doing. I installed the security cameras around the time Y/N started to lose her memory and would leave the stove on. I wanted to make sure everything was ok when I’m not there, and that she wasn’t doing anything that could hurt her. I checked every room in the apartment so far, and there was no sign of her. I figured she was in the bedroom sleeping, but when I checked she wasn’t there either. I tapped through each of the rooms one more time to double check, and I noticed that something in camera 1, which was the living room and the front door. I zoomed in a little, and saw that the front door was wide open. 

Shit! 

Where the hell did she go?

“GRAY!”

“GRAAAYSON!” I shouted out for my twin brother. I got up from the couch, and frantically started searching for my car keys.

“What’s wrong E?” Grayson said, running into the room.

“Y/N gone.” I said, running my hand through the front of my hair.

“What do you mean she’s gone? Isn’t she at the apartment?” he asked confused.

“I thought she was, but when I checked the security cameras she wasn’t there, and the front door was left wide open.”

“Fuck!” Grayson cursed, running his hands through his hair. I’m sure he was just as worried as I was right now. 

“Wait! Remember we set up the find my iphone app on her phone. Try finding her with that!” Grayson said. He was right, we did set up the find my iphone app for her. I opened up the app, and logged in with her iCloud info, and waited for the app to locate where she was. The app pulled up the address of the place, and Grayson typed it into the GPS in his phone. Turns out it was the fro-yo place the three of us always use to go to. I found my keys, and we quickly got into my car, and immediately took off to the fro-yo place.

As I was driving, Grayson called up Kalia. One of his that works there and made sure that Y/N was there. And she was. She was pretty close with Grayson and I so she knew about the situation going on with Y/N. Grayson told her to keep an eye on Y/N and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. We pulled up to the fro-yo shop, and quickly made out way inside. Once inside my eyes immediately found my girlfriend. Ironically she was sitting in the booth that the three of us always sat in every time we came here. 

“Hey guys!” Kalia said walking towards us.

“Hey!” Grayson and I said in unison, and each took turns giving her a hug.

“She came in and ordered the same thing E always gets, and just sat down and started drawing. She hasn’t moved from that spot since.” Kalia informed us. 

She remembers my fro-yo order? Every time I come here, I always order for her, and I always get her the same thing I get just with extra strawberries, because they were her favorite fruit. I couldn’t help but smile a little bit at the fact that she was sitting in our usual booth, and ordered our usual order. Maybe deep down she does remember, she just doesn’t know she does.

I knew that she wasn’t going to remember me, so I was probably going to have to introduce myself all over again. Grayson and I decided that I would go up and talk to her, and made sure she got a little comfortable, before Grayson comes on over to see her. It’d probably confuse her even more if we just both walked up to her at the same time. 

I walked up to the table, andI couldn’t help but smile really big. She looked so cute and peaceful drawing in her little notebook. She was always into drawing.

“Hey!” I said, as I approached the table. 

“Hey.” Y/N responded back to me with a smile on her face. She’s smiling, so that’s a good sign. 

“I’m Ethan. Nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand hoping she’ll grab it and shake it. 

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.” she said as she grabbed my hand and shaked it slowly. The instant she grabbed my hand, I felt a small static shock between out fingers. I held on to her hand, remembering how small her hand was compared to mine, but yet they still fit together perfectly. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N’s voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Uh yeah! What are you drawing?” I asked, looking down at her little sketch book. 

“Just faces of people and things I see in my dreams.” she said, as she continued to draw into her sketch book. Just then Grayson walked up behind me.

“Hello!” Grayson cheered. Sounding rather creepy. 

“Hey…Woah!” Y/N said when she looked up at the both of us. Grayson and I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. It was the same reaction she had when she first met us. 

“Are you guys twins?” Y/N asked looking back and forth at the both of us. 

“Yeah we are!” Gray, and I said at the same time causing Y/N to laugh. A sound that I loved so much. Her laugh was so contagious you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“Y/N this is my twin brother Grayson. And Grayson this is Y/N.” I said, and they shook each others hands.

We sat down and talked to Y/N for minute, making sure she was comfortable with us, before I offered to take her home. Which was our home, but of course she doesn’t know that. 

* * * *

“So Y/N, do you live far? We can give you a ride home.” I said. Y/N and I’s apartment was only a few blocks away, but I didn’t want her to walk. So I was hoping she’d say yes, and that would give us an excuse to be together longer.

“I live a few blocks away, but I can use the ride.” she answered, and I smiled like an idiot. Grayson nudged my shoulder and gave me a look telling me to calm down a bit.

Y/N grabbed her things off the table, and the three of us made our way to my car. Grayson offered to let Y/N to sit in the front seat,

“Nice car!” she said as we approached my BMW.

“Thanks.” I said, unlocking the door, and opening the passenger door for her.

She smiled at me, and climbed in buckling up her seat belt. I got in the car, and pulled out of the parking lot and towards our apartment. Y/N rolled down her window, and the wind was blowing through her hair. She does the same thing she use to do whenever we went driving around somewhere. She always loved to have the windows down. The wind would blow her hair in all different kinds of directions but she didn’t care. She loved how it felt when the cool LA breeze hits her face. I pulled up to the parking garage of our apartment and parked in my usual parking spot. I’m not sure what was wrong but Y/N shot me a worried look.

“How did you know how to get here? I didn’t give you any directions! Fucking stalker!” Y/N yelled as she hurried out the car, slamming the car door.

Great.

“Good job, assclown.” Grayson sassed from the backseat.

“Well excuse me for not asking for directions to my own apartment. I forgot. I should’ve played that off better. Fuck!” I cursed, punching the steering wheel.

This is so frustrating. I love Y/N I really do. And I would never want to give up on her, but I honestly don’t know how much more of this I can take. It was starting to weigh on me.

“What’s that?” Grayson asked pointing at the sketch book that Y/N left in the front seat. 

“It’s Y/N’s sketch book. She was drawing in it at the fro-yo place.” I said grabbing it and quickly skimming the pages when I saw something that caught my attention. I flipped the book open to the page, and looked at the picture. It was a sketch of a face. A face that kind of looked like mine. I flipped through a few more pages and saw the same face just with different facial expressions. I flipped through it some more and saw a sketch of what looked like Grayson and I. 

It was Grayson and I. 

“No way!” not realizing I said that outloud.

“What is it?” Grayson asked leading up from his seat to look at what I was looking at.

“Holy shit! Is that us?” he asked, grabbing the book from me.

“I think so. It looks exactly like us.” I said. 

“She said she draws faces that she sees in her dreams.” I said, remembering what she told me back at the fro-yo shop.

“So that means she dreams about us.” Grayson said, flipping through the pages of the book.

“No Gray. They’re memories! But she doesn’t realize it. That’s why she thinks they’re dreams!” I said, sounding a little bit excited.

“I think I know how to get her to remember more!” I said, reaching into the back seat to grab my laptop. I quickly connected my laptop to my apartment hot spot, and pulled up a video, I had made for Y/N. 

Before Y/N started losing her memory every time we went out or even if we were just laying around at from, we would always record funny videos on our phone, or snapchat. After Y/N started losing her memory, I began to filmed everything we did. Every date we went on I recorded, every car ride, every moment we spent together I recorded. Even once she started to completely forget who I was, and who everyone around her was, I still recorded. All the moments of having to reintroduce myself to her, and getting to know her all over again, I recorded it all. I ended up combining all of those footages, and make into a short little movie. And now is the perfect time to show her. She was seeing her memories in her dreams, so maybe this video can trigger some more memories, and who knows maybe I can get my girlfriend back. 

* * * *

I told Grayson I’d talk to Y/N and let him knows what happens. He drove back to the warehouse, and I started making my way up to my apartment.

I knocked on the door a few times but no answer. As I raised my hand to knock again, Y/N opened the door, and immediately shuts it after seeming me. I guess she still thinks I’m the stalker that took her home. 

“Y/N, look I know you probably think I’m some kind of stalker or something but I’m not. I promise.” I said leaning against the door.

“I don’t believe you.” she shouted back from the other side. I can’t lie, it hurt a little bit hearing her say she doesn’t believe me. I’ve never done anything for her to not trust me. But then again she doesn’t know that. She just thinks I’m so creepy stalker guy right now.

“Y/N please! You have to trust me. Go into your bedroom, and look at the pictures on the wall. It’s me. I live here. We live here. Together!” I said hoping she’d believe me this time. I waited for a few minutes and still no response from her. Suddenly the door opened, and Y/N was standing there with a picture of us in her hand.

“That’s you.” she said looking at the picture and pointing at me.

“Yes it is. It’s me Ethan.” I said repeating my name again for like the 10th time today.

She doesn’t say anything, she just nods her head, and pushes the door open allowing me to step inside.

I walked over to the living room, and sat down on the couch, opening up my laptop.

“I want to show you something.” I said referring to the video.

“Ok…” was all she said, as she slowly made her way over to the couch. She sat down beside me and stared at the laptop screen.

I played the video, and immediately she was able to recognize herself. Which wasn’t a surprise. She knows who she is, it’s just everything else around her she doesn’t know. The video started off with me laying down in our bed talking to the camera. 

“You’re probably wondering why I’m making this video, and well let’s just call this our memory vlog. I don’t know if you remember, but about 4 to 5 months into our relationship, you started suffering from memory loss. And you know it started off with the simple things, but gradually over time it became more serious things. 7 months ago the doctor confirmed that you have what was called early age dementia. And over the course of those 7 months your memory has been completely falling apart. You don’t remember who I am anymore. You don’t remember anything. The only thing you do seem to remember is who you are and your name. Which is good… Um I made this video to hopefully jog back some of your memories and maybe certain things can click back into your mind. Throughout our relationship we’ve recorded countless videos of us doing random crazy shit. To going on dates, pranking each other. There’s even some other people in this video as well. Like for instance Grayson. Who happens to be my twin brother and your best friend. Along with a few of your friends, and even your parents… Y/N we all love you, and we miss you very much…” my voice started to fade out and the first video popped up. It was a video of us playing hide and seek at the warehouse. The clip was of you running around the warehouse looking for me. The video continued you on to many other videos of us, and to videos of Grayson, your friends, and even if your parents sharing a few stories. It was now the end of the video, and it was just a slide show with pictures of us and you’re favorite song Thinking Bout You by Ariana Grande was playing in the background.

The video ended, and you looked up at me, with tears forming in your eyes.

“What was she like?” Y/N asked. I was confused for a second on who she was talking about, but I then I realized she was referring to herself.

* * * *

“Well her name is Y/N and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Beautiful inside and out. She has the cutest laugh, and every time she smiles you can’t help but smile yourself. Her voice was my favorite sound in the entire world. Her favorite color was purple, and her favorite food was pineapple pizza like mine. She loved candles and would always light them around the apartment, making the whole place smell like vanilla, or cinnamon all the time. She also had a bit of a smart mouth and isn’t afraid to let me have it every once in a while. I don’t mind though because it was always kind of hot whenever she got annoyed and mad with me.” I laugh a little before continuing to talk again.

“She use to film videos with me & my twin brother all the time. And everyone loved her. I mean how could you not love her. She was so sweet, so caring, so genuine. She knew how to turn my bad days into good days, and she would make me laugh without even trying. She was perfect. Even though she hated when I said that, but it was true. In my eyes she was perfect. She was perfect for me, and no one will ever be able to take her place.” I finished, and I could feel the lump in my throats starting to form. I didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of Y/N but I couldn’t help it.

“She sounds like an amazing girl…”

“You are. You’re more then amazing babygirl! You’re that girl Y/N! Don’t you know that?” I asked. My voice was a little louder this time, and I was starting to get a bit frustrated. She seriously doesn’t even know who she is now.

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t think I’m that girl you’re talking about.” she said, totally unaware of who she even is.

“Yes you are! Don’t you remember? Why can’t you just fucking remember?” I was particularly yelling at this point, and I notice Y/N jumped a little bit, and I instantly regret raising my voice. 

I took a deep breath before talking again.

“Do you know how hard it is waking up to your girlfriend screaming at you because she thinks her own boyfriend is a fucking murder or something who snuck into his own home? Do you know how bad it sucks to have to reintroduce yourself to your own girlfriend everyday? Do you know how it feels to look at the person you love most everyday, & they haven’t the slightest clue as to who the hell you are?”

“I can only imagine…”

“It sucks! But I’m not giving up on you Y/N. I’ll remind you everyday if I have to. I’ll tell you you’re beautiful everyday. And I’ll tell you I love you every second of the day until you remember. I’ll do whatever as long as it means you remember. Even if it’s just for that moment! I want you to remember Y/N. Can you try to remember for me babygirl?” 

“I-I don’t know…” she shuttered.

“You do know. You just don’t realize it. You’re starting to remember. You just need to try a little bit harder. I promise you can do it baby. Just try.” I said, taking her hand in mind, and for the first time in months she didn’t flinch or pull away.

But I guess I spoke too soon because, she pulled her hands away, and shook her head at me.

“I’m sorry. I-I want to remember. I really do, but I just can’t. I’m really sorry.” she said, fiddling with her fingers.

“No. Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. I guess I just got my own hopes up…” I said, turning on my heel, and started heading out of the bedroom. Then I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Ethan…?” I heard Y/N’s soft angelic voice call from behind me.

I never thought I’d be excited to hear my name being called until now. 

“Yes Y/N! It’s me! It’s Ethan. Your boyfriend!” I said, tucking a few strands of loose hairs behind her ear. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, and I rested my forehead on hers. I slowley closed the distance in between out faces, and connected my lips onto hers, and a familiar intense wave of passion and pleasure through my whole body. 

Do you remember?” I asked, after pulling away from our kiss. I cupped the sides of her cheeks softly as my eyes roamed hers.

“I-I think so…” she said, staring at me. Our eyes locked on each other, and for the first time in a long time, I can see the sparkle in her eyes, which gave me some hope. Hope that she can overcome all of this, and start remembering again. It won’t happen over night, but we can work on it, and get through it together. My girlfriend remembers my name. She remembers me. 

She remembers…

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

anonymous asked:

I've seen people saying malec was too rushed? What do you think? I don't know where I stand so I'd love your opinion! :)

i mean, you all know how cautious i was about assuming they had to get back together for the sake of it LMAO but i actually found they pulled it off and that’s largely bc it’s pretty clear their journey isn’t over. I find the idea of it being “too rushed” is the same mindset ppl had about 1x12 bc they seem unable to view these characters beyond a singular contained episode. 1x12, malec was “too rushed” bc ppl decided they were already in a steady loving relationship when literally all that happened was they chose to give the idea of a relationship a shot.

2x20 strikes me the same way: they’ve decided that their relationship is worth another shot and they’re ready to rekindle it. it doesn’t mean everything got fixed at once, just like their kiss in 1x12 didn’t mean they had nothing to talk about or nothing to learn about each other as we saw throughout s2.

magnus said relationships take effort for a reason. it’s not an accident that of all the iconic malec lines to choose from, the writers picked that one. there was no i love you this time, no we always find our way back to each other. if they had ended on i love you, i think i would have been less satisfied bc it suggests that love fixes everything, which isn’t true. but the script very specifically made a callback to the idea that they’re a work in progress and that they still need to put in effort with each other, which not only suggests the characters are aware of the growth they need, it also tells me s3 will contain plenty of important conversations and lessons for them to learn.

Reasons why I believe Michael may not actually be dead.

As we all know there are so many clues given within the dialogue of the show which foreshadow the future. Here are a couple things that I picked up on from Chapter Fifty-four. 

 1. The narrator obviously alluded the whole episode to Michael’s death. But one of his quotes was… 

 “The cost of being an unreliable narrator, which as I’ve said, I’m not. Then again, I’d say that if I were.” 

 We all know that infamous line “Michael would love Jane until his dying breath.” Is he saying that maybe not everything will be what it seems? 

 2. While Rafael is talking to Luisa’s “new girlfriend” Eileen about Rose killing their father she says… 

 “But that’s only if you believe death is finite” 

 Could mean nothing or it could be a hint to death not being finite, (maybe Michael?) at least on this show. 

 3. Sin Rostro aka Rose is back. We know that in the past Michael went undercover. Everyone thought he had been kicked off the force, just to find out that is was part of a plan. Did Michael actually not pass his physical? Did the feds know about Sin Rostro? Could there be an elaborate plan to fake his own death to go undercover? 

4. This is a telenovela…people are known to come back from the “dead”. 

I guess only time will tell, I may have pulled a muscle from making such a stretch but I believe if any show were to have such extreme and elaborate storylines, it would be Jane the Virgin.

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Meanwhile, Molly

(Or: More Things That People Think Make Sherlock Canonically Straight But They Really Really Don’t)

Allow me to address one more incredibly beautiful part of Sherlock (and then I’ll stop overusing the word “beautiful”, sorry, I just loved series four): Let’s talk about what is the point of Molly Hooper.

I’ve always sympathised with Molly, but I admit that from a literary point of view, I didn’t quite get her. If she was a love interest for Sherlock, why would the story not revolve more around her? But if she wasn’t a love interest, where was her character going? Why was she there in the first place? It didn’t feel Moffat-y sound. (And yes, I just made that expression up.) 

But looking back on all four series, the intention of Molly’s character actually becomes pretty clear. In a nutshell: At any given moment of the show, Molly is an indicator of John Watson’s feelings towards Sherlock. (No really, let me show you.) 

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Hc that the members of Overwatch don’t really see Junkrat as a smart guy. Like they just see him and Roadhog as these junker criminals who know nothing but destruction

But in reality Junkrat is actually super smart. Like he just doesn’t show it like Winston does or Symmetra. He doesn’t write out equations or really know all those fancy calculations and formulas. Overtime he had come up with his own terms for everything which may confuse the others since they don’t know what he’s talking about and gets confused that they’re confused

But he understands how to do the math and science he just can’t like the others can. I mean he’s built his tire and his other weapons, his arm and leg too all from scratch and spare parts

So overall junkrat is very smart and just shows it differently
Bonus for Roadhog threatening anyone who makes fun of Junkrat and calls him dumb or anything

Caring what other people think about you is just part of being young. The sooner you can learn to let go of your attachment to other people's validation, the sooner you begin to live your real life before retirement.

As a shy individual who spends a lot of my time beating myself up, the number one thing I hear from people in their 50’s if I tell them this about myself is this: “you remind me of a younger me”.

Point being, caring what others think is just sort of programmed into the minds of the average young person. But nobody really cares what others think about them by the time they reach their 50’s. They just don’t. They’ve lived enough life to see that it literally serves NO point. But they’re the same person. We are so attached to it that we feel like validation from our peers is literally essential to survival. But it is not, in any way, whatsoever. So many of the older people I talk to just say they feel the exact same as they did when they were in their prime, just now they are in a 50+ year old body.

So, for the love of God, stop caring what others think of you, find something you love, put the horse blinders on, and just do the shit out of what makes you happy. There is absolutely no reason, whatsoever, that you need to care about how other people are perceiving you. It is only causing you unnecessary stress, at which nothing can be gained, even if you think you’re doing everything right to keep others happy. Losing battle.

Maybe your life has become so unconsciously centered around winning other people’s validation, that you don’t even know what I’m talking about. You have a following, and that keeps you going. But you don’t really know yourself that well. You’re going to be addicted to tangible, destructive things when you get older: gambling, smoking, drinking, etc. because you can’t get anybody to care about what you’re doing anymore. Because you’re old now, and nobody really cares about what you’re doing or who you are, minus maybe your immediate family, if you have any (I know that was a harsh sentence but the right people will know what I’m trying to get at). You’re one of the type of person that seriously needs help before it’s too late. What you may think is socialization and healthy conversation with others about your life, achievements, and why you’re definitely going to heaven is just your brain subconsciously trying to get a fix of self-validation off the person: “I’m going to make sure this person knows how amazing I am and then breathe a sigh of relief ” like you just stuck a needle in your vein.

Point in summary: Just about everyone who gets past the age of 50 stops caring what others think about them because they finally see that it serves absolutely no purpose. So, if you’re young, take their advice. Get the ball rolling early. It’s easier said than done, but with a bit of courage, you can make your path by walking. We’re all made of the same thing. So trying to keep everybody happy and constantly gaining reassurance that you’re okay and everybody likes you is an addictive activity that serves zero purpose. The sooner you can legitimately stop caring what others think about you and just listen to yourself and trust yourself and your true endeavors, the sooner you have eliminated a toxic addiction from your body that will have bad long-term effects.

Edit: This was posted due to an epiphany I had recently. I should have specified that this post was meant to be directed to the people out there also like me who have done so much caring about what people think that we’re sick and tired of beating ourselves up and having a gratuitous, illogical and harmful amount of self-doubt. I didn’t say it was easy, but through some epiphanies, I have experienced true freedom from my form of this mental prison before, and from what it felt like, it’s worth it to work towards feeling this way as much as possible as early as you can in life. Just remember to treat others how you’d like to be treated, basically.

Also, it sounds like a lot of you who disagree don’t have the anxiety and self doubt like us, but still are trying to develop sensitivity to other’s thoughts about you to become better people. And that’s really nice to see.