ive had a really shitty day then i come here and you guys make it all better

It took me a while to post this because I had to edit the text…that’s always what holds me up. Full story under the read more

Here we have the presidents son out walking his dog with his 2 guards in tow
Umbra’s after making things awkward with a total stranger who whips around ‘oh em gee your dog got further than any date ive ever had’ and of course Noct is mortified D:
Ignis and Gladio are just like 'Dog?!?! what’s wrong with you??’

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Lonely Jones Steve Harrington x Reader

Originally posted by padmeskywaker

Author’s note: So, I’ve never written for Steve so let me know what you think of this and if you want more Steve! This is kinda short and possibly a little occ but I think its cute so… Also, I got super inspired by Lonely Jones by Joe Keery’s band Post Animal (they’re amazing and I’ve been listening to them 24/7 lately and literally every song is so fucking good!!) I hope you guys enjoy this! 

Reader’s pov:

I woke up sad again, just a feeling of overwhelming sadness looming over me. I laid in bed while flipping through the channels uninterested with all the shitty tv shows playing. The phone rang off the hook but I couldn’t be bothered to get up and answer it. I just buried myself under the covers, I was depressed and had no will to even get out of bed. My parents didn’t know I was skipping school for the second day in a row but then again they never really cared anyway. The phone rang again, and again I ignored it.

It’s exhausting constantly feeling like this. It wasn’t long before a soft knock came from my window. I sat up to see Steve in the tree outside my window. I dragged myself out of bed to open the window for him. Steve pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Just tired.” I lied, climbing back into bed.

“I know you’re not.” Steve said, laying down next to me. “You can talk to me ya know?”

I let out a sigh, glancing down away from Steve. His pretty face frowned, pulling me closer.

“I just feel so alone all the time, I could be standing in a room with a million people and still feel alone.” I tried explaining. “I’m not good enough for anybody, like I’m not anyone’s first choice or their favorite. Even if someone told me I’m important to them, there is always someone they would choose over me.” I cried.

“Shh..” He said, rubbing my back. “It’s okay, I’m right here Y/N.”

“I feel so empty some times.” I trembled. “Every morning I put on this facade to be able to face the world but I can’t anymore.”

“Look at me.”

I looked up into his big brown eyes, his voice was gentle yet serious.

“You’re not alone, okay? I’m always here, don’t hesitate to call me. I will drop everything to come because you’re my first choice, my favorite. And I don’t want to see a frown on that beautiful face of yours ever. I’ll sit here with you and just talk for however long it takes to dry those tears.”

I could tell Steve meant every word whole heartedly. His words made my heart pound, I knew I was lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who would be there for me anytime I needed it. I sniffed, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“I know I can’t snap you out of depression but if I can make you feel better, even if it’s just for a few hours, then so be it.” He said, kissing my forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Letters to Bucky (Part One)(WinterIron AU)

Welcome to the story! We get our favorite billionaire writing love letters to our lovely soldier. No powers/suits, but Tony is still Tony Stark (think IM1 Pre-arc reactor) and Bucky is a special ops soldier.

It starts a little slow, but its a longish fic so just hang tight!

This is a completed fic! Check out the MASTERLIST!


To: Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes

–The rehab facility I am trapped at has encouraged me to work through my depression and regain my mental balance and health by becoming pen pals with a soldier. I pulled your name from the box, so lucky you. I think this is a terrible idea, and I can’t see how it will help me, but they are insisting and I don’t really want a crazy stamp on my forehead so here goes.
–I guess I should emphasize that this isn’t a rehab center for narcotic abusers, even though after months of these heavy duty pain killers they are giving me, I might need a stint in that kind of place as well.
–My name is Tony. On Thanksgiving Day I was in an accident that nearly cost me my life. I broke my sternum and several ribs and they had to restart my heart twice on the operating table. Several other broken bones, a breathing tube and liquid only diet for way too long. And now a stint in a rehab/hospice, where all i do is stare at four walls all day and try not to go crazy.
–You know as I’m writing this I realize I may in fact be depressed. Who wouldn’t be?
–Anyway, whether you write back or not, and I won’t blame you if you don’t because I am just terrible at this, stay safe out there. You and all the other boys making sure jerks like me sleep well at night.


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A Thousand Years

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Words: 2083

Dedicated to: Vika, because you’re the main source of all the angsty headcanons and you brought that on yourself with all the sad music you’ve given me. Always here to brighten your evening. 

A/N: inspired at midnight by Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years. I’ve definitely listened too much to this song, but it’s so atmospheric I just can’t help myself, not really. This one is kind of angsty, I guess? Read while listening to the song for the best impact. Sorry for shitty formatting and possible typos, it’s like 3 am over here. The idea just struck me down and I’m trying to drag everyone with me, senpai being the first in line. I’m going to make a full-sized fic out of this once, or even a series. But for now, enjoy!

Oikawa puts the disk into the DVDs with a robotic movement, his hands shaking nevertheless. He turns the program on, quickly clicking the necessary settings. His fingers feel cold and numb, his chest empty, as if his heart was ripped out of it, leaving a huge hole, not meant to be mended.

Am I really going to do this?

He knows that he is, he doesn’t have any choice. Oikawa’s mind refuses to acknowledge it, though. Denies the fact that the disk is already in the player, that the program is about to open and the video is about to load, headphones on his head. It can’t be, and yet it is. His heart misses a beat, as if mocking him cruelly.

Who would’ve thought it’d end up this way, huh? 

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anonymous asked:

hey fran, i really love you & your art!! i fell in love w your bokuroteru tattoo au after reading it through, and then i found your bakushimas and i love them so much! you're actually the reason i found the motivation to start bnha lol and i'm really glad i did, so thx! <3

Thank you!!!!!! So much!!!!!!!!!! For liking my stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* and you’re most welcome, I’m super happy you’re liking it!!!!!

Anon said: I love dragons and I love kiri and I love your art so that post is like all three of my favourite things rolled into one, B L E S S.

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: your traditional sketches are so cool!!! i feel like it kinda adds like depth to it or something but like those are so neat what if you lined some

Thanks!! And I’ve actually thought about that, but I’m not much a fan of going back on stuff I already posted… it’s more probably I’ll just go back to the concept and draw more instead of lining those haha

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Darling Little sister Fake Ah crew x Reader (prolouge to another thingy)

Originally posted by silly-luv

contrary to popular belief, Ryan was actually the perfect child growing up.Always doing as his parents told him, always taking his punishments without sass when he did something wrong, never talking back, never stepping a toe out of line. He was the perfect child, 

His sister on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Y/n was a problem child, she always stole things, got in fights, barely did her homework, and snuck out almost every single night. she was a parents nightmare.

Originally posted by kxxkus

But Ryan wouldn’t wish for a better sister. 

Whenever she would steal, she would always grab something for him. Gifts ranging from snacks to a brand new video game with the game console included. 

She would get in fights with younger kids who bullied Ryan, eventually giving the kid some grade school street cred. 

She didn’t do much of her homework, cause she was always helping ryan with his, and making sure he studied for his tests, and helping him with his projects. she was a very intellectual individual even though her grades said other wise.

And many times, when her parents fall asleep. She’ll sneak out and take ryan with her, taking him to the movies, amusement park,or just to walk around the town eating ice cream together. 

Yup, his life was pretty awesome. 

But as he got older, he realized something. He used to think his amazing sister was invincible, and the world was amazing,but she wasn’t, and the world was anything but.

As he got older he’d see her come home, covered his cuts and bruises,he would patch her up, no matter how much she protested. always telling him that he ‘should’ve seen the other guy’, and ironically telling him not to ever get in a fight. Their parents were more brutal to her, locking her in her room for days on end. which was okay cause she would always sneak out her window for a couple hours and come back.One day, she was screamed at by her mother because Ryan had seen her kissing their next door neighbor Daniel Adams, and thought that it was so wonderful she had found a girlfriend he wanted to tell his mom and dad. 

They didn’t think it was so great either. 

they screamed and shouted for what seemed like hours, ryan worriedly listening from he top of the stairs, and eventually y/n ran up to her room and slammed the door shut, she had a bright red hand print on her cheek.

But of course, the only thing running through the young boys mind was that it was his fault. 




“ i’m so sorry.” he cried as she wrapped her arms around him and smiled, rubbing his back. “ i thought they’d be happy!” he said and she pulled him away so she could look him in the eye.

Originally posted by gugunwo

“ you didn’t do anything wrong Rye-Rye.” she said, using his nickname that always made him smile. “ ma and pop just don’t get that i’m happy, but it’s okay.” you said and he look up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. 

“ really?” he asked and you nodded, tickling him under the chin as he giggled and hid his face in your side. 

“yup!” you said, popping the ‘p’. “ cause i have you, “ y/n said and he grinned. “ and you know what?” she asked and he tilted his head to the side. 

“what?” he asked and she chuckled, bringing him in for a big hug. 

“ i dont care what they think, cause im happy. and that’s all that matters. so no matter what, always do what makes you happy, you got that rye?” you asked and he smiled and held up his pinkie, while closing his eyes and holding his other hand over his heart. 

“ i, james,ryan,haywood pinkie promise to always do what makes me happy.” he vowed and you giggled, doing the same. 

“ And i y/n, m/n, haywood, pinkie promise to also always do what makes me happy.” you said and you guys wrapped your pinkie fingers together and you smiled, pressing a kiss onto his head. 

“ so ryan, wanna sneak out and grab some pizza?”

“ You Bet!’cause pizza makes me happy!”

“ Good, always be happy little brother, always.”


.” GETTIN’ BEEEEEVED!!!!” Gavin shouted happily as they walked into a bar/restaurant , annoying Michael so much he smacked the brit upside the head. 

“ Shut up you idiot, you wanna get the whole bar’s attention?” the brunette growled and a woman walked in front of them, sporting light brown shorts and a Hawaiian floral shirt. 

“ michael’s right gav,” jack said as they all sat down in a booth.” we just robbed a bank three hours ago, i think we should be trying to not draw attention to ourselves.” she said and gavin pouted, slouching in the booth.

“ meanie.”

“ so what do you guys want to get?” Geoff asked as he skimmed a menu. “ im in the mood for a hamburger, how about you jack?” he asked and the woman shrugged, mostly because her attention was on the figure whom just walked into the bar. they had a hood on, but was clearly upset. they had trudged into the place and sat down at the bar, setting their head against the counter and shooing away the bartender when they asked the person what they wanted to drink.

Of course this shouldn’t have bothered her that much. But she was the mom of her crew, and many times she has mad “mama days” as they liked to call it. where she is always trying to make sure everybody is okay and happy, and when they arent, she does all that she can to make them smile.

And now, she was in mama mode. 

“ Guys i’ll be right back.” she said as she walked over to the bar, taking a seat next to the sulky stranger. 

“ you okay there?” she asked and they merely mumbled a few incoherent syllables and she chuckled.

“ yikes, bad day?” she asked and they groaned, lifting their head up slight to set their chin on their palms. As soon as they did her heart stopped.

 The person was a woman, with s/c skin with multiple scars on it, and peircing e/c eyes, reminding her of ryan in a way.odd…..they had a look of sadness, anger, and just plain fatigue.

“ wanna talk about it?” she asked and they shook their head. 

“ no it’s fine, besides, it’s been more so a bad month than a bad day. this is just the cherry on top of the shitty cake.” She said and held out her hand. “ I’m y/n by the way.” she said and jack smiled.

“ and im jack, nice to meet you. you know….” she mused. “ ive been told im a great listener, and i give great advice. so why dont you just tell me about it?” she asked an dy/n sighed and sat up, letting her hood fall to reveal luscious h/c hair.

“ alrighty, but im sure you have better things to do with your time.”

“ you mean hang out with the drunk bumbling idiots i came here with?” jack asked, “ ha, no thanks.” she said and y/n let out a light laugh,flashing the brunette a smile. A smile that seemed so familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“ well, i guess it stared four weeks ago, i had gotten fired from the car workshop i worked at in san feirro. and of course my girlfriend thought it was a perfect time for us to move in together, “ she said and then shrugged. “ not that i minded anyways, she was super hot. so we moved in about two weeks ago ,and she bought a house here for us to live in.” she said and jack cringed. 

“ so wait. you have no job, and your girlfriend just bought a HOUSE, in LOS SANTOS?” She asked and y/n chuckled and nodded. 

“ yeah, she’s a bit quick when it comes to relationship stuff.”

“ i’ll say.” jack muttered as the woman continued with her story.

“ so then ive been trying to find a job, i mean im a mechanic so finding a job in los santos shouldn’t be that hard. everywhere i go all the jobs are sketchy as FUCK!” She groaned. “ and on top of that, today i came home to my girlfriend going cowgirl on our couch with the pizza guy.” she said sadly and jack’s eyes softened. 

“ man, im so sorry.” she said and y/n chuckled.

“ meh, it’s fine, i mean i have enough money for a motel and ill probably be moving back to san feirro so i’ll be fine. ive got a close friend i can stay with there. “ she said and let out a bitter laugh. “ i guess this is God’s twisted version of a birthday present. “ she mumbled and jack’s eyes went wide. 

“ wait a minute, “ she said, her heart practically shattering. “ it’s your birth-”

“ yup, turning 25. “ she said and jack rubbed her back.

“ shit man, im so sorry.” she said and y/n shrugged.

“ nah, it;s not so bad, i mean the only reason i was okay with us moving to los santos was because my brother lives here, but i haven’t heard from the guy in like five years, not even a birthday card.“ she said and sighed. “ he probably forgot, it’s understandable.”  she got up and stretched her arms, letting out a loud yawn.She turned to jack and sent the woman a sweet smile.

“ thanks for listening to me cry about my problem, felt kinda good. well, i guess ill see ya ‘round jack.” she said and before she could take one step, jack clamped a hand on her shoulder. 

“ what’s your brother’s name?” she asked and y/n smiled peacefully, as if thinking of a fond memory. 

“ ryan, his name is ryan. well, his actual name is james but he prefers to go by ryan.” she said and looked at jack, who’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. 

“ you okay buddy?” y/n asked and jack looked at her and shook her head. 

“ oh um uh yeah, yeah im fine.” she said and y/n waved goodbye before putting up her hood and walking out of the bar. 

Even though she left jack still stood there. 

“ his name is ryan. well, his actual name is james but he prefers to go by ryan.”

oh my god, ryan has a sister??that poor girl, she’s gone through so-wait a minute. 

“ i haven’t heard from the guy in like five years, not even a birthday card. “


Jack was enraged, yes Ryan didn’t seem like the touchy feely type of guy. but family stays together! you watch over one another, especially during hardships!and to hear all that the poor girl was going through and to hear that she hasn’t seen Ryan in FIVE YEARS!?

She stomped over to their booth and slapped Ryan upside the head repeatedly.

“what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you!?” she growled as she slapped him in between each word. 

“ ow!what the hell jack?what did i do to deserve that?” he asked and she glared at him.

“ oh i don’t know, maybe abandoning your sister for five years and not even calling her to say happy birthday?!” she shouted, not caring if others were staring.

“ five years?” Michael whistled, “ damn dude, that’s cold.’’

meanwhile Ryan was just all sorts of confused. “ wait a minute, how do you know about y/n?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.  

“ i was just talking to her. and her life seems pretty shitty. “ she said and he looked at her worriedly. 

“ what do you mean?” he asked and jack scoffed. 

“ oh now you wanna be a good brother. well, she has no house , her girlfriend cheated on her, she’s out of a job, and she staying in a motel ALONE IN LOS SANTOS ON HER BIRTHDAY!” She shouted and ryan’s eyes went wide. 

“ oh my god, today is-holy shit it is!” he said and jumped out of the booth. “ and she cant stay alone in a motel here! los santos is extremely dangerous! oh my god, my precious little sister all alone is los santos on her birthday!?!?! what kind of brother am i!?!” he thought aloud as he got up and hurriedly put on his coat.

“ ryan where the ll are you going?” Geoff asked and Ryan gave him a look of ‘are you kidding me??’

“ dude, im going to get my baby sister!i cant leave her all alone!” he said and ran out of the building, the others following right after him.

“ Y/N?” He called out as walked on the side walk, looking all around for you. “y/n!?” he called out, as soon as he did a hooded figure turned around and  familiar voice called out. 

“ R-Ryan? is that you?” you called out, not being able to see him so well since it was pretty dark out side. 

“ Oh thank god Y/N!” He shouted and ran forward and before you could say a thing, he engulfed you in a giant bear hug, one which you gladly returned.

“ ryan oh my god it-ti’s been so long.” you said with a light laugh. “ man, you have some pretty ironic timing.” you said and he pulled away.

“ i know, and im sorry about all that’s going on and i just want you to know that i am here for you..”

“ wait- how do you know about-”

“jack told me?”

“ yup, right here.” jack said and Ryan nodded and you smiled.

“ well thank you but i gotta get going, i wanna go get a motel room before-”

“ no you’re not, “  jack and Ryan all said in unison.

“ i-i’m not?” you asked and look at the lads, whom merely shrugged. 

“ hell no! im not leaving my defenseless baby sister alone in los santos, are you insane?” Ryan said and you raised a brow at him.

“ im older than you!”

“ not important, i have a small apartment that we can both stay in until-”

“ are you kidding me?” Jack scoffed. “nu uh, she’s my new friend,”


“ 100% y/n.” jack said with a wink.” and there’s no way im letting her live along with you Ryan.”

“ I’m her brother!” Ryan shouted angrily, questioning his family skills was a personal offense, and he would not stand for it.

“ but you practically live at the penthouse!” jack shouted back and the man went silent. “ we all do, so why don’t we all help y/n collect her stuff from her bitch of an ex-girlfriend and she can live with us?” jack asked and looked at y/n.” i mean, if that’s okay.” she said and y/n smiled.

“ sounds great!”

And you did, you packed up your things from your ex-girlfriend’s house, who nearly had a heart attack when you showed up on the door with six extremely terrifying strangers with terrifyingly polite smiles that helped you get your things. little did you know they decided to blow up her car while she was working, Ryan said it was his way of making up for not seeing you often. you just thought he wanted to see something blow up.

But, you moved in with the crew, and became close with them all. playing games with the lads, and talking about serious stuff with the gents, and going out with jack at least once a week. that woman is the greatest wingman there ever will be.Of course you knew they were a bunch of extremely famous and dangerous criminals, i mean you weren’t stupid. they just didn’t know you were too. 

you created amazing and complex weapons and sell them to whomever is willing to pay the highest price. they thought you were making it up, until they saw your work.

Machine guns that are completely silent, A sniper rifle that can see through walls, completed with bullets that can fly through 3 foot plaster walls like a knife through butter, and fixing up cars to make them sweet as hell. you were also a little bit of a scientist on the side, that came as a shock to them all.

was Ryan upset?yes.

But was he extremely proud that his big sister was the most kick-ass mechanic los santos had ever seen? hell yeah.

And that’s how it happened. how you became known as the BlackSmith  the greatest mechanic and inventor in all of los santos, who works privately for the fake ah crew.

“ are you kidding me? we can’t let you make cool shit for other people! you’re making cool shit for us young lady!” (actual conversation you had with geoff) Helping them with numerous jobs, and fixing their heist when it gets broken like eVERY FUCKING WEEK JESUS MICHAEL I JUST MADE THIS YESTERDAY HOW THE FUCK IS IT ALREADY IN PIECES DICK HEAD.

But they had become family,  weird, crazy, psychotic, homicidal family, but none the less. you loved these dorks. 

Originally posted by activia-friends-mondler

of course, this was only the beginning. Now, things were going to get even more interesting.

alright so this is like a little prolouge type thing for something else im writing, but also cans tand on it’s own, so yeah. this happened.

That’s Christmas to Me

Merry Christmas everyone!

Okay, I’ve never done this before, but I found a Christmas Carol challenge posted by @buckysbackpackbuckle and I couldn’t pass it up.  

I’d like to thank both @10strawberryjam and @musichowler for their amazing encouragement, reading, editing, suggestions, and overall moral support while writing this beast.  You two are amazing.

Here is a link to That’s Christmas to Me, and here is Hallelujah (not technically a Christmas song but Pentatonix has it on their Christmas album so I decided to run with it).

Plot: Modern day/War AU - BuckyxReader

Bucky is an embittered wounded soldier recovering from a horrific loss during combat when an intern at the hospital walks into his life.  How long will he be able to hold her at arm’s length before she starts breaking down his walls without even trying?

Warnings: Swearing, brief depiction of war/injuries sustained in war/death, mention of guns, mentions of pain/IV medications, mentions of PTSD, briefly implied sex, enough fluff towards the end to rot your teeth out

There’s also a special guest featured that I sort of borrowed from DC.

Word count: A lot.  Geez, this was only supposed to be around 2.5k, but since I didn’t want it to be a multi-chapter piece it ends at 10.8K

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How the Hermit Became Human

Summary: Takuto didn’t really have a reason to wake up every day until he met her. He comes to realize a few things about himself, some more surprising than others.

Genre:  Angst, Romance

Pairing: MC/Takuto

a/n: Happy Birthday Takuto! He’s been my bias for a while, and I hope this little fic lives up to his name somewhat. I haven’t really seen much angst fics with our dear tsundere hacker, so I tried coming up with one ^^! Enjoy :D!


Waking up every day was a pain.

After all, there wasn’t much to look forward to past the rise and shine. All he ever had waiting for him were codes to crack and time to kill—like I’ve ever had anything else.

People were an even bigger pain. They’d harp on and on about every damn thing, and they just wouldn’t leave him be.  At least computers didn’t complain.

Having to deal with breathing organisms was—no—is a pain in the ass.

“You won’t get girlfriend if you keep that up, you know.” Riki would smugly say. “Try being less of a hermit, and more of a—you know—human being. You can’t always be a loner.”

Well, the joke’s on you, ‘cause in order for me to feel insulted, I’d have to value your opinion.

The companionship of a computer screen was more than enough, anyway.


God, how irritating.

Somehow, Takuto always seemed to have the worst of luck when it came to anything random. He—of all the guys in this friggin’ room—was now stuck babysitting the newbie chick.

“I-I’ll try my best not to get in your way.” She says, too afraid to look him in the eye.

He glares back at her. “You’d better not. Like I’d wanna deal with an annoying girl—“

Who won’t even look at me, no less.

“Haha, have fun, you two!”

“Takkun, go easy on her, okay~?”

With the inclusion of the newest Black Fox, Takuto’s night was now a growing migraine. Another one to add to the list of headaches. The guys’ jeering didn’t help, either. Just what I needed to end my day.

Before calling it a night, he steals a glance at her. She was still tense from their earlier exchange, but her guard was somewhat lowered after all the alcohol. It takes a while before their eyes meet, and she quickly looks away, head down and all.

He didn’t know why that bothered him.

Tch. What a pain.


Their first mission with her went by without a hitch. The painting was secured, no one got hurt, no one got caught, and all was well.

But it would’ve been better if someone didn’t ask so many questions. Ugh, now I’m tired as hell.

While the others were out retrieving the painting, she stayed in the van with him, thanks to “babysitting” duties. She was curious about every little thing, and the questions kept on coming, much to his dismay.

“Well, my job’s pretty much like this.” He gestures to his laptop. “Aside from being mission control, I just hack into security systems to make sure the coast is clear. The job gets done faster, and I get to go home faster. Win-win.”

“That’s pretty impressive! I don’t really understand the numbers on the screen, but I guess you’re really good at whatever you’re doing.” She says with a look of admiration.

“…Yeah, well, it’s not that hard, really.” Anyone can hack into paper bag if they tried—

“That’s probably why everyone else calls you the smartest one here! I can see why.” She’s still beaming at him.

—but I guess it’s not so bad if someone compliments it.

He doesn’t realize the sudden tinge of red on his cheeks.


He somehow ends up stuck with her a lot lately. Whether it be just a mission, or lunch at some restaurant, he finds himself with her.

Just a coincidence, that’s all. He’d remind himself while his footsteps are already on the way to the museum.

Though what bothers him most about the whole thing is how he isn’t bothered at all. He tries to push that thought to the deepest recesses of his mind, saying he’ll get over it soon.



She’s a lot more comfortable around him now, even engaging in snark-to-snark combat with him. Although he’d never admit it, he preferred her this way as compared to the nervous person she was when she first joined.

The guys’ teasing, however, irritated him to no end. Can’t they just mind their own damn business?!

“Oh-hoh! It’s the husband and wife comedy team! You two are freakin’ hilarious!”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen Takkun so hyped up before!”

“Ugh, grow bald and turn into pigs, you idiots.” He tries to cover up his now-red face.

“Oooh, somebody’s embarrassed. Heh. Didn’t know you liked her that mu—“

“Shut up, Riki! Why would I like someone as nasty as her?!” Takuto interjects with a growing blush.

She’s a clumsy airhead who steals my precious pork noodles—

“If that’s the case, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I ask her out.”


 …Are you kidding me?

“No, she’s too busy for egos as big as yours.” And with that, Takuto storms out of Le Renard Noir, with a scowl chilling enough to frighten children.

Why the hell am I getting so worked up about this?


Takuto was never really an empath. He didn’t really pride himself in sensing the emotions of others, nor did he want to engage in heart-to-heart talks with anyone. It was too much effort.

In spite of that, he did notice that she wore different kinds of smiles all the time. There was the excited smile for missions, the amused smile for everyone’s antics, the holy-crap-I-didn’t-know-you-could-do-that smile for when he showed her something new, the satisfied smile for finishing a bowl of pork noodles—

Too many to name them all.

But there was one smile he absolutely detested seeing, and he’d been seeing it a lot lately.

It was the self-deprecating smile.

He didn’t understand why he didn’t like it. All he knew was that there was no reason for her to apologize for everything and criticize herself so often. Every time she’d put herself down, he’d feel twinge of anger somewhere inside him, and he couldn’t explain why.

You’re not as shitty as I am, so please don’t hate yourself.


He felt pretty empty without her around. Parting ways after a mission secretly saddened him, since he’d have to go home—alone and not with her.


Do I… need her with me?


Sometimes, he’d have to suppress the urge to pull her by the hand and run outside Le Renard Noir. For some reason, he hated seeing the guys go within three feet of her. Beardy’s fortune-telling antics, Hiro’s excessive glomping, Kenshi’s hair-ruffling—

Not to mention Riki’s shameless flirting.

“Tch! You idiots better stop pulling the moves on her—“

—because she’s mine.


Just looking at her made his emotional spectrum go berserk. He was sure he never experienced feeling so many things welling up inside him at once. Admiration, jealousy, infatuation, amusement, melancholy—they were alien to him up until now.

There was also this other new feeling. He could only describe it as a weird combination of all the others, yet it was somehow different altogether—


And that was the moment he realized he evolved from hermit to human.


Look, I’m not gonna say this out loud or anything, but yeah.

I’m lonely when you’re not with me.

I’m pissed when you’re with someone else.

I can’t think of anything else except you, and I’m trying to do something about it, I swear to god—

I just—

…love you, okay?

So please don’t ever leave me.



This is why he hated everything.  The only time he realized his emotions, the only time he acknowledged his flaws, the only time he stopped being his usual apathetic, asshole self and became a better person—

“S-she died trying to push you out of the way… I’m sorry, Takuto…”

The anger eventually subsided and turned into weariness. Suddenly, he just wanted to go home, to lie down, close his eyes, and never wake up again. Maybe he’d see her again.

After all, anything without her in it—

—was just a pain.

anonymous asked:

I love the 'Oops, I sent my text to wrong person' trope so much. Imagine drunk Dean sending a sweet message intended for Cas to Charlie. Dean becomes super embarassed and relived because at least he didn't send it to Cas. Charlie is like "You.. are NOT dating yet? How is that possible?? We're fixing it."

It’s a good thing Charlie was up at 2am anyway with the new World of Warcraft expansion and a rogue that needed her attention - thankfully an easy class to level because she was still buzzed from the crazy college party she’d been at until a few hours ago with friends from her dorm… And then she got a text from Dean. 

She was expecting some snarky comment about a goods exchange to swap back two thirds of her Princess Leia costume for the Batman mask she was still wearing, and maybe proof of the photos being deleted too (it was okay, they were for private blackmail purposes only - she’d never post them on Facebook unless Dean really gave her a reason). Instead, she seemed to have a wall of text to read:

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helloo! so it was really cool to be able to reach 2k just as my birthday came (ok so i reached 2k like 5 days before my bday but semantics) and honestly no words can describe how much i love every single one of you. idk why you put up with my shitposts and my shitty edits. eitherway, im so so grateful for all the wonderful people ive gotten to meet in the short 6 or so months ive had this blog. every single one of you is special and ilysm i swear (im serious you start talking to me out of nowhere imma go on and on about how much you mean to me im a pure sap)

anyway, here’s my 2k + birthday follow forever!!

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okay so about the "you shouldnt be afraid to approach me" thing, i still kind of am because youre like, super popular and junk..! you really are a head of the class, type of things, that its like "Woah theyre so spectacular i could never compensate or bring much to the field compared to them" so you just kind of admire from a distance, type thing. heheh.. 'BI

Ok I’m gonna get real down to earth on this post so I’m putting the entire thing under a read more and I’m also going to insert a…



Also my blog text is really small so if you press CRTL and the + key you can zoom in to read it better and press CRTL and the - key to zoom back out.

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