let me have my false hope

5

“This could have been the other way around. But it really has to be you. There are so many hearts that are connected to yours. You’re me, so you can feel what I felt.”

“No. Roxas, you’re you. We’re not the same. I wanted to tell you that. That you deserve as much as I do to be your own person.”

My love,
This isn’t a love letter.
I’m writing this because I can’t love you anymore. And it’s not because I’m selfish and it’s not because I’m broken. It’s not because I don’t want to, because God knows I’d love you forever if you’d let me. We reached the end as soon as you started seeing her as more than just another person. As soon as you took glances at her that were more than just a look. I saw it coming before you even knew it. I watched you begin to love parts of her while you still called me baby. I felt the words “I love you” lose their meaning as they slipped through your mouth as if it were just another sentence. I heard the sound of your voice lose its happiness when you said my name. It starts slow, someone falling out of love with you, and then you wake up one day and it’s all gone. And you don’t know how it happened or where it all went, you just know that the person you love doesn’t love you anymore, and there’s nothing left. You sit there and let it all crumble, right there, right in front of you. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. Because you can’t make someone stay. And you definitely can’t make someone love you. It’s been over a month since you left and I’m still holding onto bits and pieces of us. Whenever I think I’m over you and I’m okay without you, it all comes back and memories of us and images of you and anagrams of your name start flooding my head. And then I’m back to where I started. But this isn’t about the end. This is about my love for you. I still love you. You know that. Anyone could see it. But you love me and then you don’t. It’s there and then it isn’t. Some nights you give me false hope and I truly believe there will be another us again. And then there’s days like today where you shove another girl’s name down my throat and then abandon me completely. And I’ll have to wait and wonder when the next time you’ll decide to love me or just talk to me again will be. I can’t keep letting myself wait for someone that’s never coming back. You’re impulsive. You left impulsively. And you almost came back impulsively. And if you did, I don’t know what I’d do. Because I want you. I want you in every way possible. But as soon as someone more beautiful comes along, someone who says your name in a softer voice, someone who has more curves, a brighter smile, a sexier gaze, you’ll be gone again. Out of impulse. You won’t ever choose to love me every day. You won’t choose to love me even when you don’t want to. You will never choose me. I know that now. I know that you’re my world and I’m just another girl living in yours. I know you won’t be sad without me. I know you don’t let stupid things like love get to you. I hope you know that I’m going to miss you for the rest of my life. My heart is going to ache until the very end. But despite it all, I love you forever. The hardest part is walking away from the only person you wanted to stay. The worst part is knowing that they don’t care that you did. The saddest part is knowing that they’ll never stop you, even though you’d run forever to stop them.
My love, this isn’t a love letter.
This is an, I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted, but I’ll always have dreams in which I could’ve been, letter.
This isn’t a love letter because love letters don’t end in tears.

✧ — Phantom of the Opera Prompts.

❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜
❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜
❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜
❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜
❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜
❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜
❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜
❛ Let the audience in. ❜
❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜
❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜
❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜
❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜
❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜
❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜  
❛ And do I dream again? ❜
❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜
❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜
❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜  
❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜
❛ Past the point of no return. ❜
❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜
❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜  
❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜
❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜
❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜
❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜
❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜
❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜
❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜
❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜
❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜
❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜
❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜
❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜
❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜
❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜
❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜
❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜
❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜
❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜
❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜
❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜
❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜
❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜
❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜
❛ Come. We must return. ❜
❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜
❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜
❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜
❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜
❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜
❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜
❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜
❛ Have you no pity? ❜
❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜
❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜
❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜
❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜  
❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜
❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜
❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜
❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜
❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜
❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜
❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜
❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜
❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜
❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜
❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜
❛ We can’t go back there. ❜
❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜
❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜
❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜
❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜
❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜  
❛ Say you love me. ❜
❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜
❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜
❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜
❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜
❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜
❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜
❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜
❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜
❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜
❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜
❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜
❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜
❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜
❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜
❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜
❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜
❛ The final threshold! ❜
❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜
❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜
❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜
❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜
❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜
Saved by the Bell: Chapter 1

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung!HighSchoolTeacher AU

Taehyung x Reader

I’ll add links to chapters here later.

Word Count: 7253

Genre: Fluff, future angst, aaaaannnnddd what I know all you hoes are after: future smut (hahaha not that I can say much).

Summary: Being a teacher is not easy, especially when you’re teaching emotional, hormonal teenagers who don’t give a flying fuck about school. What’s even worse is when you have to deal with all of the dumb drama that comes with being human and unfortunately still very active in society. Taehyung is one of those people who makes your life more stressful than it should be, and his constant teasing is one day going to be too much, you’re sure of it. What you’re not sure of, however, is how you feel about him.

A/N: Guess who’s back??? That’s right peeps! This would have been uploaded yesterday, but my flight got grounded, so I got in last night… Anywho, this may be a surprise, but it is not the surprise. That’s still in progress haha… Other fics and requests are also in progress, so I’m hoping you guys won’t have to wait forever! I’ve been wanting to write this one since last November (along with others that I will announce later, so be prepared!), and I finally got inspiration to write it, so it here it is! Enjoy!

Song: What You Know by Two Door Cinema


Why did every day start like this?

“Goood morning Ms. Y/L/N!” Taehyung drawls with a wide grin set on his visage as he sidles up beside you with his usual black and white travel mug filled with steaming dark roast.

You roll your eyes at his repetitiveness, responding with the usual sigh and snub as every day before, choosing not to take the bait that his choice of words always tempted.

Taehyung scoffed, blatant insincerity spread across his features. “Tsk tsk Ms. Y/L/N. are you really going to not respond to your beloved co-worker? How very rude of you…” Taehyung clicks his tongue in disapproval of your actions, or lack thereof, and steps in front of you in attempt to stop your futile efforts of escape.

“Now, now Miss. There is no need for such rude behavior so early in the morning! What have I ever done to deserve as such?” Taehyung grasps at his heart with his free hand, clutching tightly to the striped button up as if he were truly holding on to his “hurt feelings.”

You roll your eyes, and step around him, not willing to give in to his ridiculous act. “Taehyung, you know exactly why we go through this every morning, but I will admit that in fact, I do not, and this repetitiveness is making me dizzy. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d rather like to escape your aggravating throes, and arrive in my classroom in good humor (not that I really can now, seeing as you have already ruined my high spirits this once-fine morning).”

Taehyung gasps in false anguish, allowing you to pass him, but continues to trail on your heels in hopes of achieving further aggravation on your part (at least, that’s what you believed he was doing).

“Ms. Y/L/N, I would never intentionally ruin your morning, let alone your typically wonderful temperament, seeing as you are usually so… Pleasant.”

You stop walking, eye twitching in annoyance as you turn sharply in the direction of Taehyung.

“Mr. Kim, I sincerely hope that you are not implying what I think you are. That would be rather rude of you to do so in light of the general rules of human decency.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, an infuriating smirk clear on his equally maddeningly attractive face. “Oho? Is that so? Well, would you be so kind as to enlighten me on what you think I might be attempting to imply?”

Your eye twitches again, and you pull your arms across your chest in a defensive stance, your foot tapping in impatience upon the grimy school tile floor.

“You seem to be implying that I have a bad temperament. Am I incorrect?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at the accusation. “Oh no, I would never say such a thing about someone as lovely as you, Ms. Y/L/N! You must have misunderstood my emphasis on the word pleasant! It was meant as a compliment!” He smiles at you knowingly, and your rage flares at the realization.

You huff, and turn on your heel to stomp off in the direction of your classroom. “Whatever Kim!” You yell behind you, hearing a deep chuckle resonate down the hallway, vibrating through your body, and you shiver.

Bastard.

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Request (anon): The Story of Us

A/N: This is just the start of Gyllenhaal nonsense 

Words: 577

He sees you first. “Merely by accident,” he’ll tell everyone who wants to hear the “how’d you two love birds meet?” story once the two of you begin dating.

Its a rainy New York morning, and after his morning coffee, Jake finds himself in his favorite local bookstore. Although he doesn’t necessarily need to make any new purchases-his list of unread books is getting quite lengthy thanks to work-he finds himself studying the shelves before him. He is doing this when he first notices you.

He initially looks up at the sound of the off tune bell that signals the arrival and departure of customers. Checking your phone for the daily forecast is a talent you haven’t quite mastered, so you find yourself dumping your makeshift newspaper umbrella into the waste basket. He finds himself wondering if you’d merely stumbled into the bookstore to avoid the downpour, or if this had been your initial destination as you disappear between the shelves.

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anonymous asked:

i asked that question about only answering rude questions to prove a point, and i feel you have. i've constantly asked questions and gave comments that i feel are something an author would like to hear from a reader yet those sat in your ask box, but you answered that question quicker than i imagined, probably because it criticized your character. idk if you want this input, but i feel as if you should focus on the positives people send in, not the negative and rude, like i sent in earlier xoxo

I’ve explained many times that I am free to answer whatever asks I want, and I’m free to not answer whatever I wish. 

Usually I don’t answer if it’s: 

-an overly complicated ask that would require me to either invent lore on the spot or do a lore dive that is too time intensive

-it’s an ask I’ve recently answered

-an ask I’ve answered many times

-a very common ask that I’ve answered in most interviews (i.e. what inspires you, how did you come up with RQ, etc.)

-it’s a spoiler ask (I’m not answering spoiler heavy KC questions at all, let alone people asking if characters live or die)

-it’s extremely rude or ignorant (trust me, there are ones I let slide bc I just am not going to deal with it sometimes)

-it’s very kind and complimentary to the point where I would feel really rude and self-indulgent and bratty answering it publicly for all to see. I love you guys for your kind words but idk, it just feels so crude to acknowledge yourself in that way. 

-I just don’t have the *energy* to answer the ask the way it deserves

-I just. don’t. feel. like. it.

I’m very sorry that I haven’t lived up to your expectations or answered the questions you wanted asks. I’m one person. I cleared my inbox entirely about two weeks ago. I now have 843 asks in the box. I can’t answer them all. I’m very sorry about that. 

And if you’ve been asking questions over a period of time, then you would have clearly seen that I answer a wide variety of questions. So yeah, I don’t appreciate you sending me something false just to get a reaction and prove a point. But you did. You win. I’m tired.

I love you guys so much and I hope to give back 1% of what you’ve given me. I know I’m not perfect and I’m never, ever going to amount to what everyone wants from me. I’m trying, I really am. It’s just not in my DNA to let people run me over for their own enjoyment. And it may be better in the long run to step back a little bit, because unfortunately, in spite of the truckloads of lovely asks & readers, the not-so-nice ones seem to outweigh them in my mind. I need to work on myself to ignore the sting, but I’m not there yet. 

As I’ve said on Twitter, I’m not a dartboard. I’m a person. I’m not some abyss people can fling whatever they want into, and not expect anything in return. 

And if people want to go on Goodreads and give me shit for being a human concerned about her mental health and safety, feel free. They can say it’s part of the job all you want, but it really isn’t. It really isn’t. 

Acaronar | I.

(v.) to tenderly pull or draw someone closer - to hold, as for affection, comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect

01. | 02.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Best friend!AU, angst, fluff and light smut (no actual smut).

Warning(s): rated +17 for containing light mature content

Word count: 3560

Description: Letting go of someone was hard. Especially when this person was your best friend from childhood, but it was your fault for this. No one was to blame but you. You just had to build up feelings towards him in a different way, a way no relationship between friends should be.

A/N: Story based off the wonderful world that is my mind and some inspiration is taken from a book I’m currently reading.

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I think what got to me was that no matter how much I wanted us to work out, how much I compromised, or how much I tried convincing myself… there was a part of me that always knew we wouldn’t have worked out. Even now there’s this shred of false hope that I’m holding onto.
— 

-There’s just some people in this world that you don’t want to let go of.

-m.t.t.

salt mural

some of my fave responses

  • “i love taylor swift and her cat andrea”
  • “is nicki a name or a disappointment???”
  • “this flower wall is almost as bad as trump’s”
  • “at&t who? don’t know her”
  • “hi guys my name is turkey and i love flowers”
  • “i hope these flowers die of thirst”
  • “am i allowed to sue for false advertising”
  • “i got on my laptop just to complain”
  • “where’s kevin from taylor nation when you need him” “in turkey”
  • “@ past me: ya thought so hard”
  • “who let this happen”
  • “WHAT IS HAPPENING”
  • “does taylor even have at&t as her carrier”
apologetic.

Originally posted by jjks

Inspired by this prompt by @the-modern-typewriter

“It’s always going to be them, isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving them, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.”

genre: angst, romance 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: also inspired by too good to say goodbye by bruno mars

There was something about this relationship, you knew it wasn’t going to end in your favour but you ventured into it anyway. You knew you were going to be hurt but you hadn’t a care in the world. You could lose everything, all at once, but you risked it all, in the name of love. This was the best and worst mistake you would have made in your entire life; it would liberate and confine you. You were going to have to let go of him, you knew your happily ever after would leave with him.

“At least tell me why we can’t try and start again? This can’t be how it ends. I can’t lose you, you’re my best friend.” I asked him, almost on my knees in tears. “It’s always going to be her, isn’t it.” I asked, eyes down on the cold, grey concrete. It was pitch black, the sun had set hours ago and the wind blew like never before. As this conversation started, pitiful raindrops fell on my weak body. “I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.” he muttered sympathetically. He wanted to stay, he really did, but it’s not what his heart wanted, he yearned for her.

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving her, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.” I told him, tears rolled down my cheeks as if there was no end. I looked up to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of sorrow at the fact that this was one-sided. “I do, I thought I did love you. But I couldn’t keep lying to you, I can’t keep lying to myself.” he told me as he wiped the hopeless tears from my cheeks with his right thumb. Afterwards he cupped my face with his warm, but rough hands. “It used to be you and me against the world, Jungkook. What happened to that?”

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A New Normal PT. 2

This is part 2. I wasn’t gonna post this but a lot of people wanted it so here it is. Part 3 ? 

Originally posted by expressivedolphin



We finally came home. We had been at Deaton’s to make sure we were all okay. Peter, Derek and I walked into the livingroom. I had tears threatening to fall as i thought back to what she said. My heart ached knowing this wasn’t just going to ruin mine and Derek’s lives but Peter’s too. Someone who had been my friend through all my adult life.  Peter is the reason i met Derek in the first place. I sat besides Peter on the couch as Derek was pacing through the apartment.

“Derek baby please just sit down” i said after a while. I felt one tear fall as he shook his head. He kept pacing through the room not believing what had happened. What she had said. My body felt lifeless. I couldn’t breath. Peter on the other hand was calm like he had a plan. All of me wanted to believe that he knew how to fix this. But i knew he wouldn’t. Kate as strong. Too strong. She could kill us all if she wanted to. But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted to see us all in pain. And that was what she was getting.

“She can’t do this. Can she” Derek asked Peter who finally spoke up after keeping quiet the entire time at Deaton’s and here.

“I’m sorry to say but she can” Peter started “She has the power Derek. She’s strong and she could easily kill us all. We have to do what she says.” He answered him

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anonymous asked:

Could you do Kai Parker + 71 / 66 / 51 ? :) Thanks !

Kai Parker - “You deserve better than me.”

You moaned when you opened your eyes. Your hands and feet were tied to the table and you could barely breath because of some invisible pressure on your chest.

“Look who’s awake!” Kai Parker leaned over you with a smirk on his face. “Sleeping beauty has just opened her eyes and that without someone having to kiss her. Isn’t it fascinating?” He smiled even brighter and you tried to take a deep breath, failing hopelessly.

“So, after asking me out nicely three times, you’ve decided to just kidnap me?” You shook your head and spit in the heretic’s face. “It won’t all of a sudden turn a no into a yes, prince charming.” You rolled your eyes, but Kai started laughing while he curled his fingers around your throat.

“Do you really still believe in fairytales? Do you really think that if you just wait long enough a knight in shining armor will conquer your heart?” He cocked his head and he moved a little closer towards you. “What a pity for you that you don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.” He let your throat go again and stepped back. “But there is no need to worry. I am serious when I say that I’m in love with you. I’ll keep you safe.”

“You’ll keep me safe?” You hissed between your teeth and maybe if you had not been tied up by someone who could do who knew what to you you would have laughed right now. “You and I have a very different definition of save then, Kai Parker.” You rolled your eyes once more. “Keeping me save doesn’t include tying me to a table. I doesn’t include ignoring three no’s. It doesn’t include crossing very clear boundaries.” You paused for a moment to catch your breath.

Kai pouted and he sat down on a wooden chair next to the table. “All I want is a date! That isn’t too much to ask, is it?” He cocked his head and you raised your eyebrows.

“Good, let me explain it to your sociapathic brain then.” You couldn’t believe you were actually seriously explaining this. “I, no matter how handsome and charming you can be, have a slightly big problem with forgiving you all your attempts on killing my friends.” You inhaled. “I, no matter how funny and sweet you can be, am a slightly bit much afraid that when I say yes to one date, you think I say yes to a relationship.” You exhaled. “I, no matter how you’re looking at me right now, don’t want to give you false hope, because whatever there is between you and me, I will never be able to love you.”

For a moment Kai didn’t say anything. He folded his hands in his lap. He bit his lip. Eventually he stood up and started to walk back and forth through the room until he all of a sudden moved his wrist, lifting the pressure from your chest and untying the ropes around your wrists and ankles. “Maybe you deserve better than me.” He bent his head and you sat up.

“You can always try to prove me and yourself wrong.” You curled one corner of your mouth up into a smile. “It’s Mystic Falls. It won’t be that hard to save those you’ve tried to kill to show me that you’ve changed and that maybe…” You paused for a moment. “That maybe I should give you a chance after all.”

For years the door bell kept ringing,
I kept looking through the peep hole and I kept pacing inside with so much anxiety.
I thought if I ignore it, it will go away,
After all how long can someone stay?
So most days I looked out the window and dreamed of the day I could finally step out.
The bell was still ringing but I was confident that one day it would stop.
It did not.
As if the ringing wasn’t bad enough, now there was knocking too.
With every loud knock I felt like my heart would fall out,
It became hard to breathe, I had to leave.
So I started planning escape strategies
It gave me false hope, it let me sleep.
In all this time what I didn’t realize,
If I opened the door, the ringing would stop.
There would be a quick visit and then it would be gone.
But if I didn’t let it in, I definitely couldn’t let it out.
For all these years it terrorised me and held me captive in my own home,
I didn’t have to welcome it with a smile,
I only had to let it in so I could finally say goodbye.

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

“What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat.”

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, “You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  

~

“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush’s kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just…  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That’s when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su—

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.

~

My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no…focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

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Summary: Dean has always been the reader’s hero. 

Prompt: Let’s do some ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ things.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3110
Warnings: Fluff. Drunken embarassment.

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Twinkle

Originally posted by markjin

Characters: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Length:   2,847 words

Warning/s: Mentions of depression, mild anxiety, mild physical violence and minor cursing…

A/N: Abrupt writing, something that I came up with while I am contemplating with my life ;)  Also, this is First person POV.  Zero proofreading was made here as well because I was too lazy lmao I hope you enjoy this!  Choosing Jackson as a character was not planned also, I just began typing his name when I am writing this hahahaha


There will always be a reason to smile… No matter how tough life gets… Or no matter how hard your battles are…

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anonymous asked:

Can I have angst future AoKuro where Aomine dreams of their past in Teiko when he abandoned Kuroko, and then Kuroko comforts and reassures him. Fluff in the end, thanks!

Hi dear! Finally some AoKuro! It was really a pleasure to write it, Aomine being my favorite character, and I hope you’re going to enjoy it too. I’d imagined this situated a bit further in time; maybe first year of uni or something like that, and I’ve balanced angst and fluff! Yes, I used and reinterpreted the anime’ scene (wait not being a bit canon) that I believe signed the turning point and that hypothetically in the future would hurt Aomine the most when thinking back.

Have a good read!

 

Nightmare

 

Aomine blinked annoyed by something and tiredly lifted his eyelids, his body lying in the wet grass. Above him, in the sky rolled dark clouds like waves of a stormy sea. Cold, heavy rain dropped down drenching him ‘till the bones.

I don’t like this type of sky.

Where am I?

A sudden, worried voice called him. He recognized it immediately; he could have recognized it in an excited crowd, wearing earphones.

“Aomine-kun, let’s go back to practice.”

He straightened up and turned slowly. A young Kuroko was looking at him from the path over him, while Aomine just remained still on the bank.

He felt the urgency to raise a hand and show a smirk, but his body remained frozen. He wanted to call Kuroko’s name, to answer his call, but his lips moved on their own.

 “Why should I? For what purpose do I need to practice?” he heared himself asking with cold and cynic amusement “You realized I already win even if I don’t want to?” added walking towards him.

Oh no.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

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7,000 - 8,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “You win some, you lose some.”
  • “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you trying to talk to me?”
  • “What’s that thing you’re doing right now? Crying?”
  • “I can’t go five minutes without a bit of peace.”
  • “Careful, you might make me fall for you.”
  • “Don’t go making it a habit to steal my breath away.”
  • “If you didn’t want to move in with me, you should have just said so, instead of packing everything and leaving me behind.”
  • “I don’t want you to ever feel like that again.”
  • “I know I’ve made some mistakes. I’ve thought it over and I want to make it up to you.”
  • “I didn’t know you could even do that.”
  • “Does anyone else here have some life changing powers that I didn’t know about, too?”
  • “As you always say, don’t fix what hasn’t been broken.”
  • “Scientifically, that shouldn’t be possible.”
  • “You were my greatest creation.”
  • “You used to be on my side.”
  • “I think you’re mistaking me as someone else.”
  • “I tried to tell myself I was good enough, but it’s hard when everyone else disagrees.”
  • “Don’t mistake my words- they are not supposed to be compliments.”
  • “The AI on this ship isn’t quite as advanced as mine.”
  • “I’m always just a few seconds too late.”
  • “I used to be in love with heartbreak." 
  • "Did you only ever keep me around for entertainment?”
  • “You’re not nearly as alone as you make yourself out to be.”
  • “You can’t depend on me for everything. You need to take care of yourself.”
  • “The funny thing about love is that it doesn’t truly ever go away. You just don’t always feel it for the same person you once held near and dear.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a point of return. You make your choice and you have to stick with it until the end.”
  • “I can’t keep biting my tongue. I have to say something.”
  • “You let me make a fool of myself.”
  • “I get this feeling that it was something I did to make you mad.”
  • “It feels like time is always running out.”
  • “I was always afraid, but lately, I can’t help feeling like I’m losing you.”
  • “The problem is that I don’t like them, but they like me.”
  • “My biggest weakness is being called baby. Doesn’t even have to be romantic.”
  • “I can help you, but you have to actually listen to what I’m saying.”
  • “I don’t want you to misunderstand- you were never a part of my plan.”
  • “You’re one of those people who always take. When are you going to give?”
  • “You are where I belong.”
  • “I don’t know if you got my message or if you’ve been avoiding me, but I’m leaving soon and I wanted to see you before I do.”
  • “I guess we both had the same idea for your birthday.”
  • “Save your tears for someone who matters.”
  • “It took me years to figure out what I wanted to do.”
  • “Don’t follow in my footsteps. I’m constantly struggling.”
  • “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been following me.”
  • “I didn’t tell anyone except for you, but now everyone knows. What am I supposed to think?”
  • “I wasn’t ready to tell anyone that information, but it’s done and over with now.”
  • “I thought I taught you differently.”
  • “I like to think that I’ve finally risen above you.”
  • “You’ll make me feel better? How?”
  • “Surprise, surprise. Not everyone likes long road trips.”
  • “Are you sure I have to come with?”
  • “My gut’s been telling me that I shouldn’t be trusting you.”
  • “I’m not a fool. I’ve been intentionally letting you lead me around.”
  • “If I don’t get my hopes up, I’ll never get let down. I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”
  • “This isn’t a false alarm.”
  • “Do you think any differently of me, knowing what you do now?”
  • “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who thought you all were dating.”
  • “I don’t think putting two criminals together is a good idea.”
  • “I wish you would learn from my mistakes.”
  • “There isn’t a person alive who doesn’t wish they were rich.”
  • “If anyone finds out about this, we’re dead.”
  • “Look at me. I’m beautiful. I’ll get us in there, no problem.”
  • “Getting caught in the middle of a fight between friends and making them all angry at you is the worst.”
  • “I don’t remember inviting all these people to my house, but okay.”
  • “We’re stranded out in the middle of nowhere and you being annoying isn’t helping anything.”
  • “If you’re not going to eat that, I will.”
  • “I told you, I’m not making this up.”
  • “Look, juice is still juice even if it’s in space.”
  • “This song always brings back the strangest memories.”
  • “Would you get mad at me if I said I did not, in fact, remember you?”
  • “We met like two years ago and have been together since.”
  • “I discovered that I could pause time on accident. I probably spent a month frozen in time before figuring out how to control it.”
  • “I didn’t know what to say. I was being put on the spot.”
  • “I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself.”
  • “There was nothing more that I wanted. Just you.”
  • “I can’t take my eyes off you for one second. You’re always getting hurt.”
  • “What can I say? You’re just not on my level.”
  • “I was hoping you could cut me some slack.”
  • “I know I messed up really bad, but give me a chance. I can do this.”
  • “My best friend is dating my ex, who had been dating my other best friend. Of course I’m confused.”
  • “Congrats, you solved the mystery.”
  • “I don’t need your sarcasm this early in the morning.”
  • “Your hands are so cold. It’s like holding two really oddly shaped ice cubes.”
  • “Are you really going to play that soundtrack every time I enter the room?”
  • “I don’t know why you keep making out in front of me. At this point, it’s just inconvenient." 
  • "If I say yes, will you stop pouting at me?”
  • “The point of a trust fall is to catch me.”
  • “I told you three different times. You honestly just thought I was pulling your leg.”
  • “I’m not in denial of my feelings. I don’t have any.”
  • “I’ll be honest. I haven’t listened to a word you’ve said.”
  • “Don’t just sit there and watch me dance. Join me.”
  • “I fall in love every day with someone new.”
  • “Have you looked at me lately? I’m a mess. I don’t need a mirror to know.”
  • “How do you not know what you are?”
  • “I didn’t have anyone there to teach me how to do this.”
  • “Oh, wow, aren’t you just the scariest?”
  • “I’ve never once been to one of these events. What am I supposed to do?”
  • “You do something wrong once and no one lets you live it down.”
  • “I was wondering when you were going to notice.”
  • “I’ve read this book so many times, but it keeps changing.”
  • “I didn’t think about what I said before I said it.”
Sightseeing.

A;N: So, it’s not often that i would get to write a  Dylan in Britain! fic so i really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: Dylan O’BrienxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 7,663 (whoops)

Listen to this. 

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