"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1
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This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!!
anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.
My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little.
“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing.
“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.
“Nothing Rachel Green.”
“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “
My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.
“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.
Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you.
That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,
“Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.
I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.
“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.
“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.
“Better yet, just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually and it irritated the hell out of me.
For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’.
These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.
“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.
“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.
I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,
“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.
“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.
After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?
His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined.
“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.
“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.
“What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.
“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/
“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”
And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.
It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.
Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.
He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.
“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.
He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.
“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.
“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.
“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.”
“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.
When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.
I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed.
Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.
It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.” He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit.
“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”
“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.
“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.
The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.
When the car stopped at my house, I was afraid of facing him to say bye or anything because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.
“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.
“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks.
“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”
I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.
“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?
Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.
Adrenaline. Pain. Fear. It’s all you feel as you sprint through the seemingly empty woods, the loud howling of dogs on your tail sending bolts of panic to shock through your spine. You glance behind you to see the group of men, not too far from you, chasing you and the rage on their faces is unmistakable. You know why. If they lost you on their watch, HYDRA would have their heads. You haven’t felt the fresh air in so long but you can’t enjoy the chill of the night air. All that’s on your mind is escape as you run through the woods, narrowly avoiding the low hanging branches as you sprint. You feel like you’ve been running for days but you know you can’t stop, not now when you’re so close to permanent escape, The thin shirt that never provided much protection sticks to your back from the sweat and the pain in your side from where your handler shot you is bleeding more profusely the faster you run. You don’t have much left in you but you can’t go back. You can’t return to the iron grip of HYDRA.
Hi dark quick question what would you do if someone tried to kill you, I would never kill you but what if someone tried too?
Dark clacked his fangs together, the sound striking and unfriendly, to say the least. With shadows enveloping around the edges of his figure, he decided to shrug instead of get unnecessarily angry.
“They wouldn’t succeed. I’m not killable. I’m a fragment of the mind, I’m merely an existing thing within someone’s subconscious, even when I’ve separated myself to a separate being. I’m still stuck to the Void, and my existence is still bound to it. A human attempting to harm me is like a flea attempting to explain the depth of the universe. They cannot.”
He clicked his teeth again, but it was softer and lacking the aggressive edge.
“When I’m in physical form, I suppose it’s possible. But I would not be dead. My physical body would be, but I would simply be returned to the Void, and the process of regaining my energy would simply begin again.”
My god gio, poor camila. Why is lauren so passive agressive? What's the point? Wtf imagine your ex who probably still likes you reading something like that...i feels so bad honestly
i can’t believe i’m reading this… you guys never feel bad for lauren do you?
i’m sorry but where were you when camren shippers kept harassing lauren and lucy for the sake of a ship that is gone? they even put hashtag on twitter and kept fighting under her pictures on instagram, like lauren said it’s disrespectful for BOTH. i’m sure this girl wouldn’t mind us if we were lowkey and knew when to stop but that’s never happening.
Hi~! Can you do a BTS reaction with them being stressed and they go to a psychologist but end up falling in love with her Thank you^^
You got it! Thank you so much for your request!
❤ Kat & Sar 💖
When Bts Falls In Love With Their Therapist
Jungkook: Although he has gotten many reassurances that he’s a good singer, he can’t help but feel as though he can never sing like he wishes to. Or like the other members. When he comes to you for help to get him through this mind block, he immediately notices how bright you are. As more time goes by, with reassurances from you, he begins to feel more confident in himself. So when you tell him that he shouldn’t have the mind block anymore, that you’ve done everything you can, he gives you the cute smile you’ve come to love and winks. “Oh, I haven’t had that problem in weeks. I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you. Truthfully I-I’ve been in love with you and your beautiful voice and smile for weeks. It’s been driving me crazy. And I was thinking that, I would like to maybe get to know you on a more personal level, instead of professional. S-so, would you…like to go out with me sometime?” Unable to refuse his heart warming confession, you agree. You both silently thank him that he continued to come to you, long after he needed help. And because of your help, Jungkook would not hesitate when you asked him to sing you to sleep. Since you would make him feel like he was enough.
Jimin: Even though he’d never admit it to his members, there were times where Jimin still felt like he didn’t belong in BTS. He felt like the others were cooler than him, and more manly. And he laughed when he was called short, he knew they were joking, but sometimes it got into his head that maybe what they were saying was true. So the day he walked into your office, it was a bad day. You must’ve immediately noticed something was wrong because you quickly took him and sat him down. That’s when he let it go. All of his thoughts about himself and his image and how he doesn’t fit in, spouting out of him in rapid fire. When he was done, he was breathing heavily due to the tangent he went on. You reach over and touch his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly saying that he has no reason to be insecure. He looks up to see you blushing, and he noticed just how beautiful you are. Throughout the next few sessions you tell him just how handsome you think he is and that just because you’re shorter than the average man, does not make him any less manly. For some reason, when you spoke this he felt it to be true. Realizing that he’s fallen for your adorable blushes and soothing touches, he asks you out. Never again needing to be reassure just how much of a man he is.
Taehyung: Taehyung has never been stupid. Many people seem to think that, due to his playful and outgoing nature, that he must be. He never believed it before, but lately those comments seem to be the ones sticking in his mind. He knew that he shouldn’t listen to people who don’t even know him, but deep down, these comments hurt. That’s when he comes to you. The moment he walks in Taehyung notices your eyes first. And not how bright they are, but how they aren’t filled with an ounce of judgment on what he looks like or what he wears. He feels safe in this environment. As weeks pass, you helped him a great amount. You two had silly conversations, and never once did you believe him to be unintelligent because of it. You helped him learn to care less about what others think of him. But by then he realized that he cared what you thought about him. So he would try to stop being himself until you’d tell him, “Where’s the Taehyung that I’ve come to love in the past month? This isn’t you!” You’re eyes would widen realizing that you just confessed to this amazing man. Starting to panic, you would turn beet red. Until Taehyung would smile his rectangular smile you love so much. “Really!? I love you too! I just didn’t want you to think that it’s weird to love you after one month!” You shake your head, finding his reasoning comical. “Who wouldn’t fall in love with you and your silly and outgoing personality?” Taehyung would never have any trouble being who he was after that. As long as you are by his side, he can do anything. Including ignoring those comments that he no longer sees true.
Hoseok: Jhope, unlike his usual sunny disposition, would be feeling down in the dumps. Lately he has been feeling unappreciated by fans. Not only that, but he feels as if he isn’t a good enough rapper. After all, he learned so he could be in BTS. Feeling like he’s overwhelmed with sadness, he comes to you. What he doesn’t know beforehand is that you’re a fan of BTS. So when he comes in and realizes this, he almost turns right back around to leave. But, there’s something different about you. JHope would notice the way you stared at him in admiration and awe. This makes him feel better. Coming each week, he starts to fall in love with you and the way you make him feel. He’d rap some lines for you and you’d stare in amazement and wonder. You tell him that people who put him down are not real fans, and that he shouldn’t pay attention to them. “You know, out of all the rappers, you’re my favorite. You’re just so unique and you do it in your own style, no one can copy that.” Stopping, he looks at you, wondering what this warm feeling is growing in his heart. With a smile, he leans over and takes your hand. “This may seem kind of random, but, I will hate myself forever if I don’t ask you this. Will you….possibly go on a date with me?” The way you’d hug him and squeal in agreement, saying how you’ve been wanting to ask him for awhile would only further his realization. That he was madly in love with you.
Yoongi: Yoongi is always working hard, even though many people see him as lazy and someone who likes to just sleep. In all reality, he’s one of the hardest working people you’d ever meet. But sometimes, he takes on a lot of work. Lately he’s been stressed by all the new songs he’s producing and coming up with lyrics, that he is incredibly overwhelmed. So badly stressed that he locks himself away from the other members; from the world. He just sits in his studio feeling anxiety from the amount of things that he has to do. The members would eventually have to drag him out and send him to you. He gets there and he tells you all about his work and what he has to do. You realize that, while yes this is him stressed, it’s also deeper than that. Yoongi had become so obsessed with his work being perfect that he’s been putting himself down. Yoongi would be frozen when you touch his arm, but you reassure him that everything’s okay. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard Yoongi. You’re human just like the rest of us; and humans make mistakes. You’ll make mistakes. And that’s alright. You just have to see those mistakes as good things that open new doors to see something from another angle. So…just be human. That’s all anyone expects from you.” Your words would sink into his mind, and he lets himself open in front of you. He pulls you into a tight hug, not letting go for a while. “I knew there was a reason I loved you Y/N. you make me human.” You’d be together long after the sessions are over. And he’d live his life next to you…just being human.
Namjoon: With BTS’ rising popularity, the group would be showing up on more interviews and variety shows. They would ask the same questions. “Who is the best dancer?” “Who fits this concept?” “Who is the leader of the group?” This is where Namjoon would of course respond. But over time, he even began to question who the leader was. Over the last few months, he began to feel like an inadequate leader. Like he wasn’t good enough to set an example for the 6 other amazing members. Feeling worried about him, they would send him to you. He’s never had trouble speaking what’s on his mind, so Namjoon would open up about how he didn’t feel good enough to lead these boys in this journey together. You would smile at him, shaking your head. “Those boys are so grateful to you Namjoon. They wouldn’t be where they are today without your guidance. I’m sure that if you talked to them, they would say the same things. You’re a great leader. You are very important to them, they look up to you. Never forget that.” He stares at you, his lips spreading into a small smile. He reaches up and cups your cheek. “You know, I wouldn’t know what to do without you. Would you like to get some coffee with me sometime? Maybe I can get to know you now.” His smile spreads wider as you agree. Ever since that day, he’s never doubted himself again.
Seokjin: Jin knows that there are certain things that he’s good at. He’s a great cook, a good visual, and no matter how much the other members make fun of it; he has some great jokes. But, he never feels like he belongs in this group. Not that he doesn’t feel manly enough, he just doesn’t feel like he can ever compare to them. They’re all better dancers specifically. And even then the members make fun of him and he knows that it’s only meant as a joke, deep down he knows it’s all true. No matter how much he practices, he just can’t dance. Thinking that maybe it could just be in his head, he comes to you. Jin explains all these feelings of insecurity he has and doesn’t stop until it’s all out into the open. You take a deep breath, watching how he stares at you in anticipation before you respond. “We all have things that we can do better than others. Sure, you may not be the best dancer in the group, but you’re a great singer. And I’m almost certain the boys would’ve starved to death if it wasn’t for you. All you have to do is just be proud of what you can do, and don’t let the things you’re bad at define you. Just know that people see how hard you’re working to improve. And that’s all they ever really want from you.” When he hears this, he freezes. He realizes that you’re right, all he can really do is just keep working, keep moving forward. He then looks up to you and winks. “You know, I’ve really taken a liking to you these past few sessions. And, if you laugh at my jokes then you must be special. And…I can probably work harder if you were at my side. So….do you want to grab something to eat?” You smile and stand up, taking his hand. “I’d love to.”
After getting into this interest with Jeffrey Dahmer, I’ve been getting the weirdest ideas in my head that I never would have had before. This idea of a bathroom popped into my mind out of nowhere and it just wouldn’t go away. It returned again today and it seemed to have compelled me to make this picture. Jeff made me do this lol
About the faucets, the water is to gush out like a jet.
Just wanna say that I am so happy I started watching Jack’s videos and got involved with this community. As sad as I get sometimes, you guys really do care about me and what i post and that means more than anything in the whole world.
And not just that but the fact that Jack interacts with what I post, means a ton too. I know he’s just a person like you and I, but he has such a huge following and I’ve never seen anyone with that platform talk to their audience as much as he does. This is sounding like a broken record because I say it a lot but I don’t care. :P
The actual fact that Jack knows who I am, blows my mind okay. I don’t see it as ‘omg he’s so youtube famous’’. Maybe a little bit but it’s just insane to me.
Anyways, thank you guys for always being here for me. And Jack, I love ya buddy<3
Q: Best way to relieve stress? A: Shopping, maybe?
Q: In 2016, we have the new “Mountain Day”. If you can make one special day for this year, what will it be? A: The “Power up your feminine side” day
Q: Which songs from each of the other Kiramune members do you like most? A: [HiroC] Doice misto [NamiDai] Funky☆Wave [Kakki] Saichaina [Nobu] Sniper [Yocchin] CATWALK
Q: Which of your songs do you recommend for this spring? A: Irotzuku Kisetsu
Q: Moment that makes you feel peaceful inside? A: When I can live with a smile on my face.
Q: What comes to your mind when thinking of spring? A: Watching sakura blooming in the certain park
Q: What’ll you say is the charm point of KiraFes to someone who have never watched KiraFes before? A: The performance of each of us and how we each entertain our fans, probably. How each of us are able to present ourselves as artists, rather than as seiyuus like in other events, is what I believe is the charm point of KiraFes. Rather, I believe how all of us improved our performance, presentation and ability to entertain every year isn’t something you can see anywhere else. The composition of our stage changes every year too, so I believe that’s something everyone can look forward to as well.
Q: Any message to the fans who’ve come to KiraFes 2017? A: To those who come for the first time, you’ll probably be surprised by the quality and our performances. Since I believe being able to see our presentation and think of how it’s so different than usual, like how cool, cute and dazzling it is is one of the charms of KiraFes, I do wish those of you who take your time to come and see s for the first time will enjoy with our performances. I also wish people can remember our songs, cheer for whoever is their favorites while coming to like the others and eventually come back again. As for those who’ve come every year, I believe we did improve ourselves to make everyone enjoy even more, so if you all can swing those light sticks with every fibers in you, so much your whole body aches, enjoy your time to the fullest, fling aside all the depressing thoughts you’ve experienced in your daily life and return home with refreshing mind, I’d be very happy. Lastly, all of us will put all our efforts into responding to your expectation, so I would be really glad if you can support us.
…Beautiful, beautiful Tsubasa Mama…:’3
Those first two answers though…As expected of Tsubasa Mama, I guess…? LOL
Probably not new (plus my editing sucks…I’d scan it, but my scanner is dead, and I just suck so badly at working with photos…=_=“), but…meh. Will just throw these out anyway, even though I know I’m going to regret it A LOT. Sorry about all the failures on my part though…>_<”
I CAN IMAGINE JANET ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT HERSELF LIKE, "Hi, my name is Janet, I am half human, half gem and my mom is an alien from outer space who saved the world from exploding but that's another story. She gave up her physical form to make me so I've never met her in my life. I also have the ability to move metal with my mind which is cool and yeah.." THEN A KID GOES PROVE IT AND JANET WHACKS HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A METAL RULER.
I want to kill myself I just heard my mother say “the reason I liked Dr. H is because she didn’t get caught up with that trans shit! She was like ‘she might be trans or might not be it’s a fad’” mind you Dr. H is the psychiatrist who abused me. Mind you I came out to my mother at 13 and she’s never accepted me a day in her life.
Celie: “You have any experience?” Jackie: “On housekeeping? Oh yes. At least wearing the uniforms. My boyfriend reaally likes that, dress up. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, Mrs. DuRellion.” Victor: *Clears throat* Did you bring any papers with you? Jackie: “You mean doctor’s papers?” Victor: “…Former employment certificate.” Jackie: *Grins* Negative.“
Bonehilda walked into the room, and Celie watched as the strange girl didn’t even blink at the sight, like a skeletal maid was a normal thing. Bonehilda was the main reason their housekeepers never stayed for too long, and the fact that she didn’t seem to mind at all…
Celie: "The first week will be a trial. We’ll see how everything works and if it does…we’ll make it official. Does this sound good to you Mrs. Quinzel?” Victor: “What?” Jackie: “It sounds absolutely perfect.” Celie: “Good. Be here tomorrow at nine am.” Victor: “…I’ll escort her out.”
They say that…we humans, we have the capacity to only ever remember the bad memories. Like a film that plays over and over. A wheel that never stops spinning.
If it is the truth, then why can’t I erase your memories from my mind.
Your wide smile, bright sunshine…that slight wrinkle around the edges. How blue eyes, bluer than a thousand seas, a thousand skies, light up like the supernova of the unknown night. The restless night. How you would look at me, hair spun gold, blinding. A tilt of your head because for a split second you did not understand me. How your spirit crumbled, how you felt betrayed, but by whom? Betrayed, you felt betrayed by your own spirit for not understanding. Why punish yourself on my behalf?
You are not like her, you are not like them. You don’t pretend, you could never pretend, and when you wrap your arms around my shoulders, when I stiffen in your hold and you wouldn’t dare let go…in you I knew I could believe. On that night, when I whispered secrets against your lips… when I dared to touch what was forbidden, taint such purity. When I felt the ice shift and your ever consuming fire set my soul ablaze. On that night when tears spilt down my cheeks, strange emotions as I caressed your skin and watched you sleep.
When I knew… when I knew I loved you…Naruto. So why…why can’t I forget? You are a memory ever so precious, ever so sweet…even when I left you bleeding, heard you weep. Even when I turned my back and listened as my heart broke, for my destiny would never rest in Konoha’s embrace. Why can’t I forget? I need to forget, I want to forget!
Because if I don’t!
If I don’t!
You are the air that I breathe, the song my heart beats to…the balm to my soul and the light of my existence!
If I don’t! If I don’t!
Then I would come running back to you! You would share my pain tenfold even if I never wanted you to.
I would crush you, extinguish your light!
Naruto, with me…you would break.
Naruto, with me…you would shatter, a million pieces over. A precious crystal forever tainted by my disgrace.
Ah, I see…so that is why I still remember. That is why…even thousand miles away I can feel your soft skin against mine, the warmth of your smile…a gentle touch.
Sweet torture for yearning, for wanting what must always be free. A faith much worst than a bad memory.
Naruto, my love…
I can’t forget, I won’t forget.
I won’t until you set me free.
Hello @sasu-loves-naru , so it seems that you have quite an enthusiastic fan! They asked me to write this little piece for you, though they want to remain anonymous. They chose a theme of yearning of sorts and asked me to do a pov of Sasuke in regards to Naruto and then a pov of Naruto if possible. Unfortunately, I’m really busy so I only got to Sasuke’s pov which I did…five minutes ago I think. So at a later date, I’ll get to Naruto’s pov. Hope you like ^_^ and anonymous…I’m sure sasu-loves-naru won’t bite, maybe you should let her know you a little bit, no pressure, though! ^_^
How did you feel about the 9s section of neir? I personally was bored to tears by 9s combat style, I felt that he never had any good weapon combos and the hacking mini game is just boring after the 10th time.
So I’ve only just started 9S’s storyline, and I can see some of his move-sets getting a little annoying, this is one of my few gripes with the game. However it’s going to make me play the game in a new way for sure, and I don’t mind the hacking mini-games at all, I think they’re fun actually :) I like the music too! I hope to make a full review soon on NieR :)
Hi. At first:i absolutely love your writing,it is admirable :) Could you do one where Eric has written a love letter for you,but before he can give it to you a jock take it and read it in front of all the others in the cafeteria and everybody make fun of it and Eric is completely embarrassed but you just kiss him and said that you like him too.Sorry for all the details;)
Eric Harris. That was a name that rarely left your mind. You had every class with the guy, so you never had time to think about anything other than his perfect face. You were never mad about it, though. I mean, how could you be mad about thinking about Eric Harris? He was your best friend and also your crush. But you were sneaky. He would have never thought that you liked him so much. And you would never have thought that he liked you. All day, Eric had been writing on the same piece of paper. He was scratching out things and rewriting them; you had never seen him so focused on one piece. You figured it must have been the writing assignment your class had recently been assigned in language arts, though he was being increasingly private about it. Shortly before lunch, Eric grabbed a clean sheet of paper and copied the words from the sloppier paper onto it. You didn’t think anything of it until you got to lunch. As you sat across from him, he fiddled with the paper as he stared mindlessly into space. Then suddenly a jock named Zack (whom you had several problems with before) walked up behind Eric and snatched the paper from him. Eric gasped and quickly snapped from his trance. He jumped out of his seat and the jock grinned. Your heart sank. Why couldn’t he just leave Eric alone? Zack unfolded the paper and then looked at you. “Aw, this goes to you, y/n~” He said in a mocking tone, holding the paper just out of Eric’s reach. He laughed and other people began to watch as Eric’s face heated in immense frustration. You stood up and sighed, glaring at Zack. “Is that really necessary?” You shouted, using your best scolding voice. Zack grinned as he pushed Eric back against the table. “Yes,” He said, grinning. “Let’s start…. ‘To y/n with love’” He read in a mocking tone that made you want to punch him in the throat. Others in the commons laughed and Eric growled in frustration. You slammed your chair in and stormed over to the much larger jock, then snatched the paper from him. “You have no right to take people’s things,” You yelled, your voice taking a harsh and angry tone you had never heard yourself use with anyone before. “If Eric wants me to read it, he’ll give it to me. I sure as hell don’t need you reading to me, let alone the whole fucking commons. Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” You spun around quickly and looked at Eric, then handed him the paper without looking at it. He hesitated before taking it back. “I won’t read it until you decide you want me to.” You told him, your voice calm and loving. You placed your hand on his cheek gently and walked back to your seat. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as the rest of the people in the commons settled down and stopped staring. Silently, Eric slid the piece of paper across the table, not able to look at you though you could tell his face was red. You took the paper in your hand and unfolded it before reading it carefully. You didn’t know Eric could write something so meaningful before reading the piece he handed to you. He wrote down memories of the two of you in detail you didn’t even remember. What you were wearing, how beautiful he thought you looked… Eric was deeply in love with you, and you were shocked to find out. However, that shock was a wonderful thing. You looked up at Eric, but he didn’t look back at you. His face was a deep shade of red and he was picking at the skin on his hands. You stood up and slid your chair over to his, then grabbed his hands. “Do you really feel that way..?" Eric nodded and looked at you, then down to your hands that were locked with his. "Yeah,” he mumbled. “I just didn’t know how to tell you in words, so I wrote it down..” “That’s completely okay,” You said, smiling. You rested your head on his shoulder and admired his facial features. “'Cause I feel the exact same way.” Eric looked down at you, a bit shocked. You nodded and smiled, then pressed your lips against his. In that breathless moment, Eric pulled his hands from yours and wrapped them around your waist. You couldn’t help but smile as Eric struggled to let you pull away to catch your breath. For a few seconds, the two of you just stared into the other’s eyes and neither of you cared when the sounds of the others melted away, leaving just the two of you lost in each other.