now i just need to learn to play it

K But What If…

Michael didn’t forgive Jeremy?

I know it’s a hard thing to think about. Because Michael is always there for Jeremy and would go to the ends of the earth for him. And he freaking loves him!!!

But what if the whole thing made him realize that being with Jeremy was bad? Not to mention his self-esteem is really low after what happened. Thinking Jeremy didn’t need him.

It starts off slow, Michael and Jeremy only hanging out every once in awhile, then Michael stops texting him, stops hanging out, stops talking at school, till Jeremy just never sees Michael at school anymore.

When Jeremy goes out of his way to confront Michael, saying that he was sorry. That he shouldn’t have let the Squip take advantage of him, Michael just snaps.

“Last time I checked Jeremy, it was YOUR decision to get rid of me. And YOU said the Squip was off that night. You can’t blame it all on the Squip. Jer, I wanted to be there for you. But I don’t think there is a place for me in your future. Go be with Christine. Be popular. Like you always wanted to be.”

“You hurt me. Jer. I can’t handle it. All I can think is to that night. All I can think is back to when I was looking straight at you. But you couldn’t see me. You didn’t want to.”

“… You know, I was actually in love with you. I looked at you and I saw the world. I was willing to do everything and anything for you. But now I just look at you and I think of all the bad parts about myself. Like how much of a loser I am, and how I’m just… forgotten. I can’t live like that.”

“I’m gone Jer. I can’t be your best friend Michael anymore. Not your player 2. You threw of that all away. Maybe life is a one-player game, and I need to learn how to play it. Bye Jeremy.”

And he does leave.

Jeremy just feels insanely guilty about it. Doesn’t think he deserves Michael as a friend. So he just leaves him alone.

But one day Michael apparently was driving while high and gets into an accident. Jeremy is Michael’s emergency contact.

When Jeremy gets there it’s revealed Michael didn’t suffer a lot of damage. And he is a-okay.

When Michael sees Jeremy. Jeremy almost expects him to be happy. But Michael just asks why he is there. Jeremy soon is crying, and he tells Michael how scared he was. He also tells Michael that he can’t imagine a life without him.

“Well, you seemed to have when you had the Squip.”

“That was then, this is now. I don’t care what you say. But I’m going to make things right! I’m going to make sure you know now how much I care, and fuck it, I’m going to make you fall in love with me again and this time you won’t regret it.”

“… Good luck with that.”

It takes a long time.

Like, a really long time.

Michael at first doesn’t really see the point. He is just really unmotivated. He just thinks that Jeremy is doing it outta guilt.

Jeremy just does his hardest to make Michael happy. All that his effort really gets is a small smile that never reaches his eyes. But it starts to get better with a laugh at a joke, a bigger smile, conversations, playing video games.

It takes so long for Michael to even consider Jeremy a friend again. Even longer for him to be okay with the nickname “Player 1”. But during this time, Jeremy ends up falling hard for Micheal. Seeing how much Jeremy cares for him, and how much Jeremy missed a lot of things about Michael like his jokes and his quirks. All of those take months to come back.

For the longest time as well, Michael tries to not have feelings for Jeremy. Convincing himself not to get himself hurt. But Jeremy about a year later decides to confess, leading Michael to tell him about himself forcing to not have feelings for him.

Jeremy convinces Michael to start going out with him. And Jeremy just showers all the love he can give. Hugging Michael, kissing his cheek.

It isn’t until one night when they finally beat Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy celebrates right off the bat. Jumping from the beanbag and doing a joyful dance. Smiling and laughing, Michael can’t seem to take his eyes off of him and Jeremy just grins at him. And Michael just feels his heart flutter for the first time in year and a half.

Michael jumps up as well and ends up pulling Jeremy into a kiss. And sure, there is still a lot of bad days for both of them. But they work hard together and live a happy life together

The Fucking End

Motel Trampoline

A/N: This is the first installment of a series I’m starting called Growing up Winchester. It’s basically one shots of what life was like for the Winchester kids. Dean’s the oldest, Y/N is the middle child, and Sam is the youngest.

Growing up Winchester

Dean’s age-5

Y/N’s age-3

Sam’s age-12 months

“De, I’m bored.” You whined at your oldest brother who sat across from you coloring at the motel room table. John, the patriarch of the family had taken Sam to the store with him to get some supplies before he left you kids for a hunt.

“Whaddya want me to do about it?” Dean questioned you with an unamused look on his face.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Can we play a game or somethin’?”

“I don’t know Y/N, Dad said we gotta be quiet. He doesn’t want anybody knowin’ we’re here alone, especially cause he’ll be leaving for a h-work trip tomorrow and we don’t want any trouble.”

“Okay De.” You said dejectedly, “Can you pass the pourple? I’m gonna give the puppy pourple spots.” Dean gave you a sad face before reaching over and handing you the crayon. You gave him a soft smile in return as you grabbed the crayon from his hand. “Thanks.”

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Second Love (Yoongi x Reader) w/ visuals

- pt 1 -

summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you

words: 6,419

genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)

a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)

Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.

Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.

He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.

He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

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You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains. 

Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.

“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”

“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.

“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”

You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses. 

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Imagine: Pretending to be a man and joining the Night’s Watch, eventually causing Jon Snow to fall for you.

A/N: This was supposed to be an entry for @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen’s Disney challenge, it’s a Game of Thrones and Mulan crossover, however, I was not able to submit it in time because life got in the way, I still wanted to finish and post it though. A lot of this is not going to follow the plot of Game of Thrones, for example I know that Cersei doesn’t have a cousin named William, but I did what I thought would fit the story. Anyways, ENJOY!

Warnings: This is a Game of Thrones imagine so there is some violence!

Y/B/N = Your Boy Name (as in the name you choose to use to disguise yourself)

Another braid, another flower, you sigh as your handmaiden styles your hair, “Please stop moving Lady Y/N.”

“Why is this necessary Mary, I don’t wish to please Lord William or his family, I don’t even wish to get married, so why must I get ready for them,” You groan, you were the fourth child of House Y/L/N, and your elder sisters were both happily married, you however, were not like them. You did not wish to marry a nobleman and live a peaceful life of royalty, you had always wanted to be a warrior like your older brother.

“Your mother and father wish for you to marry Lord William. This will be perfect for you mi’lady, he is the cousin of the Queen, you will live a wonderful life.”

“Father and mother do not want me to marry him to give me a better life Mary,” Mary pins down your last strand of hair, then sits to face you with a confused expression on her face, “They want my younger brother Edward to marry William’s sister, and the only way the Lannisters will agree to that is if I marry William.”

“Mi’lady-”

You turn away from Mary, and look at your reflection in the mirror, “You know that that’s the truth Mary, I’d never pass a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. I’ve always been the strange one, I’ve always been the daughter they wish they never had, and now’s their chance to send me away. If I were to show who I really am, I wou-I would break my family’s heart.”  

“They love you very much mi’lady.”

“I’m not like my sisters Mary, I’m an imperfect girl, I can’t live a perfect life.”

“Y/N, mother is calling for you, the Lannisters are almost here!” Your sister called as she entered your chambers.

Mary urges you to get up, “We must go Lady Y/N, we do not want to upset your mother.”

Your family stood at the gates of your home, as the Lannisters approached. Your mother frantically looks around to find you, you rush down the stairs, praying to the Seven Gods to protect you from falling in your pathetic dress.

“There you are Y/N! Cover up those scratches on your arms!” You mother scolded, gesturing to the scrapes and scars on your arms from years of fighting, “And stand properly Y/N, you are a lady of the house Y/L/N for heaven’s sake!”

“Yes mother,” You sigh, pulling a shawl over your arms.

The Lannisters finally reach you, and one by one you greet each other. William approaches you and bows, he takes you hand and places a light kiss on it, “Greetings my lady. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Lord William,” You respond, William is incredibly handsome, and any normal girl would feel insanely giddy if he greeted her in such a way, but you felt nothing.


The next few days go by, and you’re forced to spend time with William. It’s not entirely bad, he’s a very kind man, but you couldn’t be yourself around him. Your brother, Edward, on the other hand was really falling for William’s sister, so everyone was counting on you to impress William.

You were currently practicing your sword skills in the woods by the riverbed, hoping that no one would find you. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and in force of habit, you quickly turn on your heel and point you sword out, “Easy there!”

“Lord William! I-I…” You drop your sword, feeling at a loss for words.

“Lady Y/N,” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts, “I did not expect to see you like this, I-I didn’t realize how…vicious you were.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay for you play around like this sometimes.”

“Play around?” You asked, feeling slightly upset by his choice of words, “William, I’ve been training since I was a little girl! I’m not playing.”

He chuckles, “Training? What would you need to train for my lady?”

It’s now or never Y/N, just tell him, maybe he’ll understand, you know he likes you! You sigh, “I want to be a warrior William.”

“W-what?” He looks genuinely confused, “You can’t be serious Y/N?”

“I am.”


“LEAVE. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY HOME AND NEVER RETURN!” You have never seen your mother so angry. William refused to marry you upon learning how you feel, and the Lannisters decided it would be best to leave. Edward was heartbroken, and the rest of your family refused to even look at you.

“Fine mother, I’ll go,” you spat venomously, “and I swear to you, I will never come back.”

You rush up to your room, and grab your knife. You stare at your tear stained face and slice off a strand of your hair, then another, and another, until all of it is shoulder length. You strip out of your horrendous dress and begin wrapping a long strip of cloth around your chest, hoping to make yourself look as flat as possible. You slip into your brother’s clothing and emotionally blackmail Mary into helping you escape.


You spend the next few days marching north, you finally reach the Wall and within the following week you have taken your vows and become an official member of the Night’s Watch. Your struggle, however, has not ended. Every night you go to bed relieved that no one discovered your secret, and every morning you wake up with the fear that today might be the day they find out.  

You make your way out of the food hall, it was your first official day of training - up until now they were just trying to figure out what you were and were not good at - you were a good fighter, but apparently you weren’t good enough. You see the men gathered outside, you’re a few minutes late and from what you’ve heard, the trainer was not very lenient.

“And you must be Y/B/N, glad to see that you could join us,” He chided.

“I’m sorry,” You look down at your feet, he’s quite attractive…stop it Y/N!

“Since you clearly think you’re too good for this, take a sword and fight with me,” He throws the sword in your direction, and you catch it. The other men stare hungrily, waiting for the fight to begin.

He swings his sword at you and you duck away, you were good, but you’d never gotten into an actual fight like this. You hear a few men laugh, “Get him Snow!”

Snow? As in the Jon Snow, infamous bastard of Lord Eddard Stark? You heard rumors about him joining the watch, but you never thought you’d be fighting against him. He takes your moment of distraction, to punch you and throw you to the ground.

You sit up, coughing as you try to catch your breath, and you wipe a small trickle of blood off the side of your mouth.

“Pathetic,” Jon mutters, before deciding to continue with his usual lesson.

By the end of the day you were sore and completely out of breath, “Alright men, the last task of the day will be climbing. Everyone get your equipment and begin.”

You tilt your head up to see the top of the wall that you’ll be climbing, that thing must be nearly 100 metres high…bloody hell! You take your ice axe and strike the wall, it barely goes in, that would never hold. By the time you finally lodge your axe into the wall, most of the others are already at least 20 feet up. Determined to catch up to the others, you climb up and lodge your axe a bit higher. You’re about 10 feet off the ground when the axe comes loose. Before you know what’s happening, you go tumbling to the ground, you let out a feminine scream and groan when you hit the hard ground. As your vision refocuses, you see Jon standing above you, he gives his hand and the look on his face shows exactly how disappointed he is, “Get up.”

“I-I’m sorry! It slipped and…”

“Enough. You have no hope to become a Ranger, just leave Y/B/N.”

“But-” Before you can finish, Jon has already turned around and is dismissing the others.      

No! No Y/N, you did not come all the way to Castle Black for this, you did not leave your family and future to become a steward! As everyone walks away, you march back towards the wall, take your equipment, and attempt to climb once again.

Night falls, and you are nearly at the top. A couple more feet Y/N, come on! Your body screams from exhaustion, but you continue. Finally, you reach the top. You sit on the edge of the wall and nearly cry from happiness.

The men who work the night shift circle the ground below you, and Jon walks over to speak to one of them.

“Snow!” You shout, “Am I still too pathetic to become a ranger?”

He stares up at you in shock for a moment before his face breaks into a charming smile, causing you to smile cheerfully as well.


“Men!” Jon calls everyone to attention, “A group of Wildlings have crossed over to our lands and are acting as a threat to our people. I will be leading a troop of Rangers to fight.”

You have only been training for a few weeks, and though you have become one of Jon’s favourites, you do not expect to be taken along on this trip, so when your name is called you’re taken aback but overjoyed at the same time.

The fight is in full force when you notice a Wildling sneaking up behind Jon with an axe in his hand. You rush forward and block the blow with your shield a second before it has a chance to hit him. Jon quickly turns towards you and shoots you a grateful look before continuing his fight.

Eventually, the fight ends. Most of the Wildlings are dead, and a few have fled. Jon walks over to you, “Y/B/N, what were you thinking jumping in front of that axe? You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my complete trust.”

You smile at him, but your moment of happiness is short-lived, “Y/B/N! Watch out!”

You spin around to see what’s happening, and you’re met with a dagger to your stomach. You cry out in pain, and fall to the ground. With a swift movement of his sword, Jon beheads the man that stabbed you, and he’s instantly by your side, “He’s wounded! Get help! Y/B/N, hold on.”


You are woken up by a dull pain to the side of your stomach, you look around and find yourself in some sort of tent. You see the shadow of two people talking outside, and suddenly Jon walks in. You get up, and your blanket slides off your shoulders, Jon’s eyes go wide, you look down only to realize that you are in nothing but bandages that are tightly wrapped around your chest and torso, showing off every curve of your body.

“Jon, please! I can explain!” He looks away in disgust.

Peter, a man who’s hated you from the moment you joined the Watch, bursts into the tent, “So it’s true!”

He pushes past Jon and takes your arm, roughly dragging you out of the tent, he throws you to the ground as the rest of the men surround you, “I knew there something wrong with you! A woman!”

“My name is Y/N!”

He scoffs, “A woman in the Night’s Watch! This is treason! You’ll surely take care of this, will you not Snow?”

Jon looks down at you in disappointment, he sighs and takes his sword out. You look away, at least you get to die as yourself Y/N. He draws his sword back and drops it by your knees. You look up at him in confusion, “A life for a life. Now my debt has been paid.”

He turns away from you, “Jon…”

“Move out men!” He calls before mounting his horse.

You watch as the men recede in the distance.

“What did you expect?” You ask yourself out loud, “They’d see that you could fight, and take you in with open arms? Jon was right… I’m pathetic.”


You make your way back to the wall as it was your only way back home, when you hear two men approaching, “If they only knew, that was just the smoke before the real fire starts up. Those bloody fools will never know what hit them. We distracted the Night’s Watch long enough to get our people into the surrounding villages, their land will be ours in no time!”

You stand in shock, this was a part of their plan! I have to warn the Watch! When you finally approach Castle Black, you are met with disapproving stares and whispers. You walk up to a close friend of yours but even he turns away, “Matthew please, I must speak with the commander, it’s urgent!”

“It’s best if you turn back, you are no longer welcome here,” He says, the betrayal he’s feeling is evident on his face.

“Please, just…just listen to me. Once. Matthew, I’ve been living here for weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends, have I ever done anything to hurt you?” He stares at you in silence, “Just hear me out.”

“Fine, but this will be the last time.”

“The Wildlings have planned to raid our villages, the fight that took place earlier was only a distraction. I’m going to help, if you believe, then please, send help,” With that, you mount your horse and head off towards the nearest village.

As you approach the village, you see a man holding an axe to a young boy’s throat. You slyly approach him, and point your sword towards his back, “Drop your weapon or my sword will go right through you.”

He laughs, “You don’t want to fight me girl, stand down.”

“I said, let the boy go,” You hiss venomously.

“And I said no,” With one swift motion, you push your sword through the man’s back, he cries out and falls to his knees, “You filthy bitch!”

Ignoring his final words, you crouch down next to the fearful boy, “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.”

“And we’re not going to let anyone hurt you either Y/N,” You turn your head to see Jon approaching on his horse, followed by Matthew and other men of the Watch.

“Jon, you came!” You smile.

He walks up to you and places his hand on your shoulder, “I was wrong to judge you Y/N. You are very brave for a woman.”

“Thank you,” You blush.


After you final fight in the village a year ago, you were sent back to your family. After hearing of your bravery, your eldest brother had decided to take you in, you trained and fought alongside him, and no one pressured you to marry anymore.

You woke up one morning and heard a familiar voice as you passed by the balcony. You looked down and so none other than Jon Snow talking to your brother. Blush crept up your neck as you ran down the staircase to greet him.

“Jon!” Jon and your brother turned to you with smiles, “What are you doing here.”

“As you probably heard, my father and brother, have been killed, I left the Watch and reclaimed Winterfell.”

“My brother has told me about how you bravely defeated Ramsay Bolton and his army, I meant, what are you doing here?” You ask, gesturing around yourself.

“I think it would be best if I told you Y/N,” Your brother answers, “Lord Snow has come here to ask for your hand in marriage.”

You blush harder and look down, Jon adds, “But your brother was telling me that you were not interested in marrying anyone.”

“I never said that!” You say defensively, “I just wanted to wait for the right man.”

Your brother chuckles, “So, are you saying that you would like to marry Lord Snow?”

“I-um-yes,” Despite the cool air around you, your face burns furiously. Your brother mutters something about how your mother would never believe the news, and rushes off, leaving you alone with Jon.

“It’s really nice to finally see you again Lady Y/N.”

“You as well Lord Snow.”

End.

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Sherlock x Reader: Distraction

Originally posted by sherlock5countdown

(Author’s Note:  Well, it looks like I might be away for a few days due to someone in the family passing away.  I thought I’d post this before I go.  I hope you enjoy it!  I had a lot of fun writing it!

Request: What about a Sherlock x reader imagine where the reader is playing the piano and Sherlock really enjoys listening? He’s kinda better concentrated while she is playing and after while he starts distracting her unconsciously. Maybe some fluff and they are ending up with their first kiss in a weird situation?

Also, gif is not mine!  Credit to original owner!) 

   Fingers danced along the keys of the piano, playing a lovely, calming tune.  Your head tilted down slightly and eyes focused on the instrument in front of you.  Rain tapped on the surface of 221B Baker Street outside and trickled down the glass windows.  You were currently learning a new song, so it was not uncommon for you to slip up every now and then.  You would pause momentarily, play the correct note, and keep moving forward.  This continued for several minutes, and you enjoyed how it was the only sound that could be heard in the flat.  No Sherlock rambling.  No John protesting Sherlock’s twisted methods to solving the latest case.  Not even Mrs. Hudson had come upstairs to serve you tea yet.

   Your friends had only gone for a few hours, and while you did enjoy the peace and quiet, a part of you already missed them.  Sherlock and John had gone out to investigate a crime scene.  Since you were still recovering from the dangers of the last case, you had chosen to remain behind for a little rest.  It was difficult to deal with case after case sometimes.  Even John had taken a few days off earlier this week.  Now it was your turn.  But of course you missed them.

   Just when the quiet time was starting to feel a tad lonely, someone burst through the door.  It was none other than Sherlock himself, followed by John who looked like he had been struggling to keep up with the running detective.  Sherlock gazed at you while John clutched his chest and tried to catch his breath. 

   “Everything alright?” you asked, fingers resting on the keys gently as to not make a sound.

   “I need you to play,”Sherlock told you quickly.

   “What?”

   “Play.  Piano.  Isn’t that what you’re learning to do?”

   “Yes, but…”  You shot John a questioning look, hoping he might be able to offer an explanation to Sherlock’s strange request.  “Why?”  

   The doctor shrugged.  “We were there at the crime scene, trying to get some clues.  He just took off right in the middle of the investigation.  I’ve been trying to ask him what’s going on, but he wouldn’t stop to explain.”

   “That crime…those clues…None of it made any sense.  I am losing my focus, and I need piano music to help me regain it,” Sherlock said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  He waved a hand in your direction.  “So, play.”

   You hesitated, hands hovering above the keys.  “I’m still learning.  Are you sure you wouldn’t rather listen to an expert?  I have some CD’s that I listen to for practice.” 

   “I’ve tried listening to other piano music, but it doesn’t work,” he sighed in frustration, running a hand through his curls.  “It makes me feel even more distracted.  No.  It must be you playing or else I can’t concentrate at all.”

   “Oh,” you said, surprised.  “Well, then.  Any requests?”

   “Whatever you’ve been working on.”

   “Okay.”  You took a deep breath, glanced at the instruction book in front of you, and began to play.  There had been a few mistakes when you were practicing alone, and it was no big deal.  But now you had an audience, and you took it upon yourself to play your very best.  And it was.  There were only two or three mistakes in the entire piece.  Each time you played the wrong note, your eyes darted to Sherlock as if waiting and watching for his criticism since he was a musician as well.  However, none came.  He sat in his chair, eyes closed, and hands clasped together until the song ended.

   “Very good, ________,” John complimented with a smile.  “You’ve picked it up so quickly, too.”

   “Thank you.  I’m still working on it,” you replied.

   “Well, I think I’m going to pay Mrs. Hudson a visit and see about making us some tea.”  John stood up from his chair.  “Be right back.”

   After he had gone, you looked over to see that Sherlock was still sitting with his eyes closed.

   “Better?” you asked.

   “Much,” he responded without opening his eyes.  His usually gruff tone was replaced with gentler, quiet voice.  “Keep playing, please.”

    You turned the page of your book and started playing once more.  This time, Sherlock stood up and paced around the room a few times before he came to stand right behind you.  Even as you played, you were very aware with how close he was and could practically feel his eyes staring at you.

   “I’m sorry we interrupted your day off,” he said suddenly.  You were a little surprised by the apology, but appreciated his thoughtfulness.  It was impossible to miss how his manner had begun to change already.  He was getting better at being thoughtful.  He was far from John or Mary’s level of thoughtfulness, but it was a start.  Still playing the song, you responded,

   “It’s alright.  I was actually starting to feel a bit lonely anyways.  The flat was getting too quiet.”

   “We’ve only been gone for a few hours.”

   “It’s a sentiment thing,” you joked.  “You wouldn’t get it.”

   “Maybe I do,” he retorted.  “I felt the same way today during the investigation.  I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.  It turned out that it was you.”

   “I didn’t think you cared whether me or John came along, as long as you had someone to ramble deductions to.”

   “Not true.  My ability to concentrate on the task at hand is reduced if either of you are not present.  Mostly you, though.”

   “Good to know.”  You continued playing the song.  “It’s a shame it has to be like this, where I can’t spend time with you unless it’s on a case.”

   “It doesn’t have to be.  Perhaps we can set aside time outside of crime-solving for interaction.”

   You paused the song for a moment, temporarily distracted by the suggestion.  He rarely was interested in anything other than work.  “I like that idea,” you admitted, fingers playing the wrong note once more.

   “As do I,” he responded.  His closeness was starting to distract you again as you played another wrong key.  “Would you like me to leave?”

   “What?” You glanced at him over your shoulder.  “N-no.  Why would you think that?”

   “My observation tells me that my presence seems to be breaking your focus.  If it is an issue, I can step out for a moment.”

   You blushed.  “Not all of us get annoyed by something like that.  Sometimes, a distraction can be a good thing, depending on what kind it is.”

   “I see,” he noted, leaning in a little closer.  “Than you don’t mind this?”

   “I-um, well…”  You panicked, not prepared for the close contact with your crush.  “John sure is taking a while with that tea.  I think I’ll check-” you stood up suddenly and turned to find your friend and escape possible embarrassment, but in your hurry, you ended up colliding with the detective who was still standing right there.  Your arms went to his shoulders while his went around you to keep you from falling.  He stumbled a bit, accidentally bringing your faces together.

  By now, your face was as red as a tomato as you made contact with his lips.  both of you pulled away quickly, and despite his usual calm and collected state, his cheeks were tinted pink as well.  He was frozen to the spot, blinking rapidly as he tried to process what just occurred.

   “What’s going on- Sherlock?  _______?”  John stood at the doorway, holding a tray of tea.  “I turn around for one minute…”

   Sherlock didn’t respond.  He was still processing the situation.

   “It was actually an accident-”

   “I don’t need an explanation, _______.  I’ve seen how you you two look at each other.  I saw it coming.”

   “But John,” you protested.  

   “No, no, it’s fine.  Don’t mind me.  I’ll just… continue my visit with Mrs. Hudson.”  He sighed.  “We all saw it coming, except apparently, you two.”

   Once he had gone, Sherlock finally spoke up.

   “How about we go for lunch?”

   “Oh, uh, sure.”  You paused.  “But don’t you still have a case?”

   “Solved it.”  He grabbed his phone and started texting away.  “Garrett can handle the rest.”

   “Who?”

   “Lestrade.”

   “You mean Greg.”

   “Whatever.”

   “So…you went from unable to piece anything together to solving the whole case in a few minutes?” you questioned.

   “So it seems.”  Sherlock smirked.  “You have that affect on me.”

So, now I want to make an Effect, but oh my god RPG Maker 2003′s Event Systems are so intimidating, how do I start? A Yume Nikki fangame reference

WELL, you’ve come to the wrong right A place.

Now this tutorial’s gonna require a liiittle bit of familiarity with RPG Maker’s mechanics, but you can brute force your way through it and learn along the way (that’s what I did~) I’m going to be using the Not-Steam version of RPG Maker, because it’s a lot more condensed (and because I don’t want to port Yume Nikki to the Steam version)

Now, of course, the best way to learn how to make a fangame in general, is to see how Yume Nikki itself works. Feel free to explore the game, both inside AND… deeper… inside. Yeah. Go through the maps, see how things are made, and ohhh man if only they weren’t all Japanese-oh wait, that’s what I’m for.

(I’ll also be releasing an English version of Yume Nikki’s coding eventually, I was going to release it with this but decided to wait and see how much I can clean it up)

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anonymous asked:

Are you alright? Lately it's seems like you're under a lot of pressure and stress, and I just hope there's some good in your life and that you're okay and taking care of yourself

It’s been pretty rough, that’s true. Right now I am leading a really unhealthy, stressful life. I don’t sleep enough, I don’t eat enough (I don’t even have real comfort food anymore. And that’s super shitty) and I don’t relax enough. But I think it’s getting better now. I try to take some time just for myself and do stuff I really enjoy. Without pressure and stress. It’s hard, because for some reason I end up stressing about everything, but then I remind myself that I don’t have to be stressed when I’m playing video games and that it’s okay if some things don’t work out for the first few times. 

I need to learn how to enjoy things like drawing again. I see myself only drawing for the sake of others lately and it frustrates me. I just hope after this semester it gets better. After that I can choose my major and then I go to illustration and I can finally do what I want. Bye bye product design!

Auston Matthews - Part 23

Little shorter than my usual posts, but setting up for the real fun starting next post

My mom leaves me staring after her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Wha… what? I look absentmindedly around my room, at a complete loss of what to do and seeing the time glaring back at me, decide to just get into bed. I call my two pups into the room and snuggle down into my covers with them on either side of me, my two little personal heaters.

               My mind wanders to Auston, I don’t have to wonder what he’s currently doing because my phone is still going off at regular intervals of pictures of him sent by either Marner, Nylander or one of the other several player who seem to have my number now. Auston sends me them too, though his aren’t every thirty seconds. My phone vibrates from a text and I swipe down for look at it.

               R u awake?

               I smile when I see who it’s from.

               Nope, sleep texting

               Smartass

               How was dinner?

               I don’t really think u need to ask that. U were pretty much there with all the snapping.

               True, your chicken looked delicious

               I didn’t send you any pictures of my chicken

               I know

               Jesus. Is there anything they didn’t send you?

               Nudes

               There’s a minute before he responds and I wonder if I went too far. Then the little bubbles pop up and I relax.

               Thank god for that, I would hate killing my best friends.

               I giggle and roll onto my back, my eyes are getting tired.

               Well they r safe for the night

               Ur getting tired

               How do u know that?

               U never abbreviate words or forget punctuation

               Oh

               Go to bed

               No

               Ok

               I’m going to bed

               Then y did u say no???

               Don’t tell me what to do

               I giggle again when he sends me a bunch of the exasperated emojis.

               Night Auston

               Night Y/N

               I stare at my screen for a few moments, my heart fluttering against my ribs and I try to figure out why. There wasn’t really any flirting, just conversation yet my heart is beating like he really did send me nudes. I click my screen off and shove my phone under the pillow, determined to fall asleep without thinking about the stupid boy.

               Two days pass a lot faster than I would have thought possible. Now I’m standing outside the house I grew up in, looking at all the grandness of it one more time before I get into my waiting car, with a trail of my parents SUV a handful of family and friends, all with their cars packed to the brim as well and a hauling truck bringing up the rear. My parents are in their respective vehicles, letting me have my moment. We had said our goodbyes last night.

               I had just gotten off the phone with Auston and had only been asleep for a few minutes when my father gently shook me awake. Silently he had taken my hand and pulled me downstairs, helped me put on my coat and then we went outside hand in hand. Perched on our usual spot on the picnic table, we sat side by side in silence for several hours, our eyes on the sky and silent tears rolling down our cheeks. We didn’t need words to communicate.

               Now, standing outside the home that I had learned to walk, there was a sizeable dent in the master bedroom doorframe from one of my failed attempts at that. My eyes trail to the driveway to my right, where I had skinned by knees more times than I can count trying to play street hockey and riding my bike. None of these things made me sad to think about, though tears did come, they were just memories trailing down my cheeks, making room for even more beautiful memories to come.

               The drive over to Canada goes without any difficultly and before I know it, I’m standing outside my new house. My two dogs are already bounding around in the few inches of snow that must have just fallen, within moments it looks like I own two little polar bears instead of two labs. The house is nicer than I had thought, built less than five years ago, it fits in with the few newer houses littering the block. I can’t help but grin at myself. This is my home.

               The next four hours are spent with my parents and various friends and relatives unloading the U-Haul and other vehicles lined up on the street. I mostly just stand in the foyer and point people in the right direction with boxes and pieces of furniture, I feel extremely lazy just watching but there’s so many people that they need direction. I’m amazed at how quickly everything is brought inside and I have never been more grateful that my grandparents own a home renovation company and over the years they have been putting various pieces of furniture to the side for me and my cousins. Most everything that is now taking up space in my house I didn’t have to pay a dime for.

               The only time that my happiness falters is when I glimpse my parents, the pain of leaving them so great I don’t know how I don’t fall over. Once the last of the boxes have been moved inside, the majority of my family and friends leave until it’s just my parents and me. They stand at the bottom of the stairs as I make my way down to them, their fingers entwined and my heart pangs in my chest. I could never imagine being in love like my parents are.

               I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hand lingering on the banister, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out and I reach for my parents. They embrace me and I bury my head into my father’s chest. Not caring in the slightest that I’m a full grown adult and hugging them like I did when I was five years old.

               This time I don’t sob like I expect to, my tears are all dried out. Instead I try to memorize everything I can about them, their smell and the crinkles by my mom’s eyes, the result of smiling more than the average human, the rough stubble of my dad’s beard and the gray streaks in his hair that he always tries to blame on me.

               “Alright, time for your first home picture,” my mom finally says, her hand running through my hair once more before putting her hand on my shoulder and I take a step back, my hand still firmly in my fathers.

               I join them on the porch, taking my place by the front door as my mom takes my phone and hers out into the lawn, my dad following. I beam at the camera and throw my hands out to either side of me, my two dogs make an appearance at just the right time and make the picture.

               “Beautiful as always,” my dad says from my mother’s side.

               “You didn’t even see the picture,” I roll my eyes at him, returning to his side. He quickly ducks me under his arm and gives me a noogie, I squeal and try to swat his hand away.

               “Don’t need to look to know,” he says and I can’t help but grin at him as I try to smooth my hair back out.

               “It’s time kid,” my dad says gruffly and I know this has to be harder for them than it is for me.

               My mom joins us on the lawn, the snow sitting in her hair like a halo, her arms encircle me and then my dad’s cover hers.

               “I love you so much,” I whisper.

               “We love you too baby, more than you know,” my mom whispers back, I can feel her wet tears falling into my hair.

               “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,” dad chimes in, his voice even more gruff than before and my heart twinges.

               I meet my father’s eyes, swimming with tears and I think back to that very first night under the stars, he gave me everything I could have ever asked for, and I tell him so.

               “No, Y/N, I introduced you to it, you made it into something beautiful,” he grazes me cheek with his knuckles and I lean into his hand.

               “I love you,” I repeat, he winks at me and his hand drops from my face, taking my mom’s hand instead, tugging her gently towards the car.

               She kisses my forehead once more and pats the heads of the two dogs bouncing around in the snow before climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV. I close her door gently and she rolls down the window. Though don’t say anything more. We can’t.

               I watch them pull away from the curb, down the street and around the corner. I stand there several more minutes, staring into the distance before turning and looking at my house. I stuff my hands in my pockets and whistle for my dogs, walking up the front steps and through my front door.

               Getting set in the kitchen is first on my list, my family offered to stay and help unpack the boxes but I refused. There was no way I was letting someone have all the fun of organizing my house. My phone buzzes the moment I touch the first box and I let out a frustrated sigh. Really?

               I snatch up my phone and my annoyance fades away immediately. I had sent the picture my mom took of me to Auston and he had finally responded.

               You know I always had a thing for older, responsible women

               Haven’t you always had a thing for me?

               My point exactly

               I giggle and lean against my counter, opening my snapchat and sending a picture of my T.V already set up in the living room, which was the only thing I had allowed anyone to touch because I knew I would mess it up somehow. I caption it “So you can’t yell at me for not watching your game again” and send it to Auston. Last week I had watched the Detroit game that was playing at the same time as the Toronto one and boy had I heard about it from not only Auston but every Leaf’s player that had my number.

               I open my text messages again and type out a response.

               Are you calling me old??

               Little bit, but im into it.

               I roll my eyes and another message from Auston appears.

               Ur rolling ur eyes right now aren’t u?

               Little bit

               I can think of other ways to make them roll

               A tingle goes through my spine and I blush even though there is no one around.

               I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you can say that kind of stuff but I can’t…

               Says the girl who just the other day said that she slept naked in my childhood bed!

               Touché.

               A snapchat notification pops up and I click it open, seeing a picture of Auston’s shoes and I know he’s on the bus heading to the arena for the game against San Jose tonight. “Good girl” it’s captioned and I roll my eyes again.

               Alright, we just got to the arena, I’m guessing u’ll be asleep by the time I’m able to call u. So I’ll see u tomorrow?

                Another tingle shoots through my spine at the thought of finally seeing Auston tomorrow. For the last twelve days all I’ve been able to do is imagine his lips against mine and… Other things.

               Depends, your rule still in place?

               Of course

               Then I can’t wait

               There’s a pause between messages.

               You are literally the worst

               I just send a kissy face emoji and receive an unimpressed one in response. I grin, pleased with myself and set my phone back down on the counter. I eye my dogs who are already lounging on the sectional couch.

               “Hey! Get to work!” I call to them and they just flick their ears in my direction and give a “really mom?” expression. I scoff at them and turn back the first box I see, now is when the fun begins.

Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 

_/.\_ 

“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you're a busy toaster so this is to be chewed over at your leisure, obviously, but would you ever consider doing anything with if the rest of the paladins found out that Shiro tried to get Allura and Coran to agree to kill him in With Every Broken Bone? Because I can't see any single one of them taking that shit well -at all-. (Sorry if you've been asked this/have done this before and I missed it! Disregard this, then.)

This has not been asked, so enjoy!!


Shiro rested his cheek on his palm, watching the scanner run over his Galra arm with detached, vague interest.

This, at least, didn’t bother him.  No one was rooting through his arm or pulling out any kind of equipment for messing with the mechanics.  At least, not yet.

On screen, a model of his arm started to appear, shifting with the slight movements of Shiro’s fingers.  Real time, it seemed.  Shiro started to move his fingers, making a fist and then counting up, just to watch the wireframe version on the monitor match it half a second later.

Pidge’s hand came down and rapped him on the knuckles, not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to startle.  The wire model version jolted and hazed, then steadied.

“Quit that,” Pidge told him, pointing a screwdriver at him threateningly.  “You’re messing with my data.”

Biting back a smile, Shiro straightened professionally.  “I apologize,” he intoned, just shy of being full on dramatic.

On his other side, Hunk chuckled.  “You should be scared, not sorry.  Getting between a Pidge and her data?  You’ll be bulldozed.”

“I can be both,” Shiro replied, shrugging.  “At the risk of causing more trouble, can I ask how long this is going to take?”

“No,” Pidge shot back, turning back to her screen.

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listen i want a connor who is going through his shit and not putting up with evan and his patronizing and just lashing out- and then learning that that isnt healthy and getting the help he needs and just? I want to see that journey as much as we see evan’s- and i also want to see an evan who learns that he can push back and also learn to not put up with shit and cope in healthy ways that dont involve lying to such an extent (just different bc it would totally be different with connor around obviously)….i wish we could have seen their dynamic play out in more ways. Like the ultimate fix-it fic that’s explored in a more…climbing-up-the-muddiest-steepest-hill-but-in-flipflops kind of way. I WANT IT DIFFICULT, I WANT IT GRIPPING, I WANT THE REAL EXPERIENCE, BUY NOW ONLY TWO SMALL PAYMENTS OF $19.99!!!!!!

Imagine Rafael figuring out that you're his daughter

(A/N: Sorry this is going up later than usual! It took me a while to finish. I hope you enjoy this new installment! I’m glad to hear that you’re enjoying it  so far) 

Masterlist with all the Parts HERE

Imagine Rafael figuring out that you’re his daughter

“Are you okay?” Will asked, eyeing you up after sipping up some of his drink heartily as you had barely touched your own.

You let go of the glass and pushed to the side, you had been playing with the straw and making circles in your milkshake instead of you know actually drinking it.

“Hmm?” He prompted, a concerned look on his face but the waitress came up to check on the two of you.

You watched him as he dismissed her with his awarding winning smile, a quick nod and a brief ‘thank you’.

“Y/N,” He persisted, narrowing his eyes at you, he probably knew by now that you weren’t saying anything on purpose, “What’s going on in that genius little head of yours?”

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Gooodness. 

Guess who just got back from her script read and found out that the next musical the company is doing is The Addams Family and that she was pretty much precast as Mortica Addams for the next musical, and that her as Morticia was a promise that had to be made to the actor who is playing Gomez as a selling point? 

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Guys. GUYS. It’s not completely set in stone, but…oh my God, I might be playing one of my ultimate childhood idols. 

Originally posted by addams-gifs

Piano

Previously “I’ll Teach You”. The first in what could be a number of drabbles about Scorpius. My love for Malfoys knows no booouuunds. 

The song featured can be found here.

1597 words.


Scorpius was about seven the first time he heard the piano being played in his house. Well, it was the first time he remembered it happening. His mother was having one of her times, when she was ill in bed for days, and his father hardly left her side. At those times, his grandparents often came to stay to play with him, both sets. This weekend it was the Greengrasses, his mother’s parents. His grandmother was in the kitchen with the House Elves (where Scorpius had just left when he heard the piano, with a biscuit, of course) and when he poked his head in the room he saw that it was his grandfather at the piano. His back was to the door.

Since he was a stickler for the rules, Scorpius finished his biscuit before he walked into the room. This room in Malfoy Manor was very important to his parents; it had windows all around, near the high ceiling, that let in so much light and air it didn’t need any artificial help. It also had lots of family portraits on the walls, but they were often empty, because Scorpius’s father said they didn’t like to spend so much time in the bright room.

“Grandfather?” Scorpius piped up over the music.

The playing stopped, and Hyperion Greengrass turned to look over his shoulder. “Hey, pipsqueak,” he said with a small smile. Scorpius wandered over to stand by the piano. “You need something?”

Scorpius shook his head. “No. Nobody’s played this piano before,” he pointed out, and couldn’t help himself, so he quickly pressed down and key and snatched his hand away before he could get scolded.

But his grandfather just laughed. “Your mother used to play lullabies for you when you were a baby, simple ones,” he said as he reached down and lifted Scorpius off his feet and onto his lap, “I tried to teach her and your Auntie Daphne when they were little girls, but neither of them had much of an interest. Your mum picked up the basics though.”

Scorpius didn’t remember that, but that was because he didn’t remember being a baby. He was grown up. “Were you playing a song?” he asked, looking up at his grandfather.

Hyperion nodded. “I was.”

“What’s it called?”

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One more thing I noticed

At the moment when Jesus tells them that Richmond is taken by New Frontier Clementine turns away, closes her eyes and does breathing thing just like Sarah did in S2E2 during her panic attack

It’s a great headcanon to think that she remembered and learned from Sarah how to cope with this moments (I mean, Sarah is the only source where she could see and learn it). 

Now I need to crawl back to my lair of ugly sobbing (;_;)

Aries: Don’t belittle someone just because things didn’t work out how you wanted them to. Don’t let your anger at what happened become venom. Other people are hurting too. Other people are coping too.

Taurus: Who the hell are you? Because we don’t fucking know anymore. You’re leaving us. And maybe it’s just my insecurities but you promised you wouldnt. But.. when was the last time you actually bothered or cared? Some of us are destroying ourselves  and you’re busy with your new life. It’s bullshit.

Gemini: You could of died. I could of lost you. Ranks in my top 10 scariest moments. But.. you’re loved. You’re breathing. This storms got to pass eventually, you just need to hang on. This is temporary, I know it’s a repeated mantra but it’s true.

Cancer: Some pain is meant not to heal. Some scars never really fase. It’s not a personal attack, just a lesson we all need to learn. Never forget how much their words hurt. Because then you might go back, and no one wants to see that.

Leo:  Where’s your fight? Get up off your knees. Stand. Because this groveling never did suit you. Find your strength or find the battle that’s worth the fight. Because you’ve got an army by your side. Use them.

Virgo: Just because their scars aren’t as deep doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Doesn’t mean they haven’t spent nights in agony like you. This isn’t a competition to see who is worse and who is sicker. Their hurting too. Learn to see that.

Libra: Let go. Clean the house. Change your hair. Pull yourself together. Your true friends will stick by you and the ones who don’t care wont. Some things weren’t meant to last, as much as you wanted them too.

Scorpio: Stop rereading old messages you’re only opening the door to ghosts. They don’t want to help they’re just trying to fuck with your head these days. Learn to walk the hell away. Because if you keep running back into the burning house eventually the smoke will consume you too.

Sagittarius: what do we do now? Nothings the same. You were suppose to make it better, but we all put too much on you, I know we did. You were just as broken as the rest of us. But.. what do we do now?

Capricorn: Give yourself time. Rushing towards another war isn’t going to fix anything, all it’ll do is cause more scars. Learn to heal from all the old battles before choosing new ones. Sometimes you just need a break.

Aquarius: Let yourself grow. You were never meant to be this small. Never meant to be this destroyed. Find a new identity. Bury the old ones. There’s no other choices now. You can’t turn back time, believe me I’ve spent forever trying.

Pisces: your old friends still miss you. I know you can’t see it but we do. You weren’t always perfect, but neither were we. We miss playing in the leaves together. Come home.

—  This week’s horoscope
Best Groundhog Day Lyrics

“Bah dah bah dah dah suck my balls, I’m out.”

“One I am sleeping and this I’m just dreaming it, two it’s a prank and everyone’s in on it. Three it’s a flashback from when I was twenty and ate magic mushrooms and thought I was aquaman, four it’s some kind of reality show about forecasters, bad bed and breakfasts and snow, five I’ve had a stroke and lost the memory of the years since last Groundhog Day.”

“Piss, piss, piss into this, we’ll analyze your isotopes and something something quantum quantum.”

“Who needs enemas with friends like these!”

“Spending my play times with plastic princesses, who all had those bodies just utterly ludicrous! Miniscule waists and huge boobs and it’s all nippleless and no pubes and no creases, I mean Jesus, it’s all pretty confusing. Especially at six.”

“Oh you brought me candies!” “I brought you candies, can I get in your panties now?”

“One time I masturbated seven times! (I’d study math) In the bath. (And search for meaning) In one evening. (And I’d climb up hills.) It wasn’t fun but still. (And learn to paint.) A man my age. It’s nice to know I can.”

anonymous asked:

trimberly prompt! trini is failing biology and her parents somehow get queen bee kimberly hart to tutor her?? trinis ready to burn her house down with kimberly in it but she learns kim is actually really sweet? and really kind and patient and holy shit shes even prettier up close. the small ball of Teen Angst slowly develops a crush (not that she'd ever say that out loud) and gayness ensues.

Hey! Sorry for the delay. Here you go! (unsure whether i actually followed the prompt but this is where the story went i’m sorry i still hope you like it)

(also on AO3)




The last thing Trini wants to do when she gets home is to talk to her parents. She just really plans on sneaking in, avoiding as much a fuss as possible, and holing up in her room until it’s time for dinner.

Unfortunately, nothing goes according to this plan.

When she enters the house, she’s greeted by the sight of her parents sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for her, and she tenses up on instinct.

Her grip on her bag’s strap tightens when she sees an official-looking envelope on the coffee table, and oh fuck, she really should have just climbed in through her bedroom window instead.

Her mother’s gaze is hard and unforgiving, and her father’s is somewhat apologetically disappointed, as if it’s his fault she’s going to receive a good, long reprimand from his wife. It is for this reason that Trini clenches her jaw, putting on her big girl pants and rallying every ounce of her willpower to not flinch and to accept what’s going to happen.

She refuses to back down from what appears to be an inescapable punishment for her own carelessness.

“Sit down,” her mother orders, and Trini obeys without argument.

The silent judgment continues for several long seconds, but Trini doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. She’s not going to give them that satisfaction.

Finally, after what’s felt like forever, her mom huffs an annoyed breath and pushes a sheet of paper towards her. “So this came in the mail today.”

Trini picks it up. Yeah, just as she thought. The B– glares at her from the page, the red ink like a death sentence.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Her mother’s tone is getting a dangerous edge now, riled up with Trini’s non-expression.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks, evenly. “It’s not a failing mark.”

“It’s not an A either!”

“Now, swee—” her father tries to defuse the tension, but her mother is having none of it.

“No! You keep letting her get away with whatever she’s doing, and it’s getting out of hand! She needs discipline!” Her mother glares at her. “You need to pick up your slack! You won’t be accepted in any good colleges if your grades are like this!”

“It’s a B, not the end of the world,” Trini says, and it is a very, very bad move.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” her mother nearly screeches, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she looks at her again, she’s forcibly calmer. “You need grades higher than this, so you need to study harder. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. Now, your teacher says you do well with lab activities but not with the written exams. So I arranged for you to have a tutor. Maybe having someone else checking over your work will help you improve.”

Trini blinks, hearing the words but not processing their meaning. “What now?”

Her mother carries on as if she didn’t speak. “You know the Harts, they have a daughter who’s apparently in the same class as you. Do you know Kimberly? I asked her mother if Kim could spare an hour or two a day to help you out, and she said yes. Kim’s also agreed, she’s such a sweet little thing. Very polite. Pretty, and smart to boot. You’re going to meet with her here starting tomorrow, after her cheer practice.” Her mother nods, satisfied with her pitch, and as usual not giving Trini any chance to object before standing up and ending their talk. “I expect you to be in your best behaviour.” Then she walks away, leaving her and her father staring at each other.

“What just happened?” Trini asks, bewildered.

Her father sighs, looking about as defeated as ever. “I think you just got a tutor.”

Well.

That’s not good.

That’s not good at all.

//

“You probably should head home now,” Zack says, brows furrowing as he stares at the setting sun. “You don’t want your mom to be even more pissed.”

Trini scoffs, raising an eyebrow at him. She’s lying on the hood of her car. “Since when do you care about that?”

He shrugs. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you hit a few more of her buttons, it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I know that.”

“So go. Be a nerd and study.” He scrunches his nose, as if disgusted. “And whoa, I can’t believe I just said that non-ironically.”

She laughs. “Yeah, it’s probably a cold day in hell, huh? Zack Taylor, King of Detention, just told me to study. I feel so blessed.”

“Shut up. It’s just that if your mom gets on your case even more, it’s gonna be real hard for you to escape and make it to our bonfire nights.” He crosses his arms. “I don’t wanna lose my drinking buddy to academics.”

Trini sighs, because for once, she knows Zack is right. Her mother’s been watching her like a hawk since yesterday, and it’s going to get worse if she fails to show up on time to the damn tutoring session. “Fine, fine. I’m going.”

“It couldn’t be that bad, right?” Zack says. “It’s just Kim.”

“She’s the head cheerleader.”

“Yeah, and I’m Zack Taylor.” He rolls his eyes. “No duh.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

“She seems good.”

“That’s ’cause you’re thinking with a different head.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

“I’m always being mean.”

“Play nice.”

Trini smirks. “Never.”

//

For the most part, Trini actually finds Biology a pretty interesting subject. Perhaps not as fascinating as chemistry and physics, but she can appreciate the rote learning needed in many of its topics; memorisation might not be the best way to gauge intelligence, but it sure does pay to have some piece of information immediately at the tip of her tongue.

It’s intellectually stimulating, when she really pays attention. It’s challenging to learn all about neurotransmitters and every bump in a bone and cardiac rhythm. Every diagram she draws must be accurate; otherwise, what’s the point, right?

So yeah. It’s not that she hates the subject; she just doesn’t like it as much as the others.

But with this tutoring issue in her immediate future, she just might learn to hate it with all that she is.

Tutoring itself won’t be that much of a problem, if it’s in school. At least there, Trini’s got some form of control unhindered by the anxiety that her parents’ mere presence evokes. But that’s out of the question, obviously, and what’s more, her tutor’s going to be Kimberly freaking Hart.

Of course Trini knows she shares the same class with the head cheerleader. It’s kinda difficult to ignore that fact when every time Kim enters the classroom, everyone watches with rapt attention. She’s never alone, with their schoolmates always seeking her out and begging for her to notice them.

It’s ridiculous, is what it is—the way the entire student body seems to fall on their feet at Kimberly’s every whim—and Trini decides to hate her on principle.

(“You know that’s a lie,” Zack said when she told her about it. “Your little gay heart just can’t handle that much beauty without overheating.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” she said, because Zack’s an ass and he knew nothing.

In all likelihood, Kimberly Hart has no damn idea who the fuck Trini is, and Trini sure as hell doesn’t care either way.)

Anyway. Yeah. Trini’s not a fan of her tutor, which is why this whole tutoring thing is probably never gonna work.

//

Scratch that.

This whole tutoring thing is definitely never gonna work.

When Trini gets home, the first thing she sees is a pink Audi parked in the driveway, and her stomach flips on itself.

Shit.

//

Trini just about freezes on the spot when she sees Kimberly freaking Hart sitting like a goddamn Disney princess in her middle-class family’s living room, beside Trini’s mother, the both of them sipping tea from the good Chinaware reserved for holidays and for guests her mother wants to impress—which apparently includes Angel Grove High’s resident queen bee.

Trini is not blind. She knows one of the reasons Kim’s such a popular girl is because her beauty honestly transcends the mortal plane. Her hair’s luscious and falls in gentle waves, neat and classy, even after she cut it off to shoulder-length. She’s got the jawline of a goddess, and her tan skin is smooth and looks soft to the touch. Her clothes fail to hide just how defined her muscles are—Trini knows because she’s seen her running around in those squad uniforms that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

But Kimberly’s eyes are what captivates her the most.

Her eyes remind Trini of hot chocolate on a winter night, warm and comforting; she could almost smell woodsmoke from the fireplace, could almost hear the flame crackling and the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, could almost see wolf’s fur shining beneath the moonlight. Kim’s eyes are compelling, magnetic, not taking no for an answer.

She looks up at Trini with those damn eyes, and her smile?

Fuck.

Her smile is like a flickering shadow, like an illicit affair, like bourbon at 3:00 a.m.—thrilling, electrifying, demanding one’s utmost devotion.

Trini internally curses and bites her tongue.

This is shaping up to be a huge fucking problem.

//

Trini’s mother leaves the two of them after shooting Trini a glare that warns her of another lecture in her immediate future and profusely apologising to Kimberly for Trini’s lateness. Kimberly just smiles, saying it’s fine, and “It’s my fault anyway, cheer practice ended early and I probably should have waited a bit before coming over.”

(And Trini’s mother just about looks on the verge of singing Kimberly the Ave Maria, honestly.)

When they’re finally alone, Kimberly stands and offers Trini her hand. “Hi, I’m Kim.”

“I know,” Trini says. It’s rather rude, she realises, and she sighs. “Sorry. Yeah. I know who you are. I mean.” She clamps her lips together before digging herself further into mortification. “Trini.”

And when she shakes Kim’s hand, she just about spontaneously explodes, because she’s correct and Kim’s skin is indeed soft to the touch, holy shit, and it’s like holding a silk glove that’s got electric currents running through each thread.

“I know,” Kim says, her eyes laughing, but not taunting. At least Trini doesn’t think so. But it’s quite difficult to think at all when that smile is freaking directed at her, full blast. It’s like a nuclear weapon or something, all white teeth and charm, like it’s a goddamn toothpaste commercial. “We do share a class together.”

Right. “Yeah.”

“So?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s begin?”

“Oh.” She huffs, staring at those endlessly dark eyes, but not without effort. It’s freaking hard to act all high and mighty when you’re literally just barely over five feet.

It gets even more of a challenge when you’re faced with the walking personification of grace and beauty and you start acting like a fucking gay mess.

But that’s not relevant as of now.

Right.

“Let’s,” she says, dropping her bag unceremoniously on the couch before plopping down. She rummages through her stuff to get her notes and textbooks.

“You know,” Kim says, settling down uncomfortably close to Trini, “I was sorta surprised when my mom told me I’m gonna be tutoring you.”

“That’s my mom’s fault, sorry.”

“No, I mean—” Kim shrugs. “I was surprised that you needed a tutor at all.”

Trini hums, noncommittal. “Why’s that?”

“You’re always on top of the experiments and lab reports, even though you’re unbelievably quiet during discussion.” Kim releases this breathy chuckle that sets Trini’s heart racing without permission. (It’s annoying.) “I’m pretty sure you even beat me by three points in last month’s project.”

That stops Trini in her on-going campaign to avoid Kim’s eyes as much as possible. Instead she meets her stare directly, proud of herself for keeping her voice level. “You remembered that?”

Kim appears a bit flustered, and she’s the one to look away this time, but Trini’s too busy looking at the flush in her cheeks to think about the reason behind it. “It’s pretty hard to forget when I really did my best for the project only to be beaten by the quiet girl always lurking in the back of the room.”

“I do not lurk.”

“Sure, Trini,” Kim says, and god if Trini doesn’t find that the sound of her own name coming from Kim’s lips is like some sort of music.

If this is just the beginning, Trini’s not sure how sane she’s gonna be by the end of this torture.

At this rate, probably not sane at all.

//

Trini is surprised to find that she’s actually enjoying herself, talking with this popular pretty girl whom she’s already judged without even really knowing her. Trini realises how much of a jerk thing that is, and she tells Kim so.

“I have to admit,” she begins, tapping her pen on a particularly tricky question, “I pegged you as a typical head bitch.”

Kim doesn’t look offended; instead her eyes seem to sparkle with amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Trini shrugs. “You know, the head cheerleader stereotype perpetuated by the media and brought to life by the American youth almost without fail.”

“I was like that, not long ago,” she says, voice soft.

“What happened?”

Kim smiles. “Met some people who made me realise I could do so much better.”

//

“See you tomorrow, then?” Kim asks when it’s time for her to go, her voice low and like a secret promise, washing over Trini like the velvet of a morning storm.

Trini tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “See you tomorrow,” she says, and Kim’s answering laugh will quench her thirst for days to come.

So. Maybe Zack’s got a point about her little gay heart, after all.

Dammit.

//

Kim’s a pretty patient instructor, launching into the sort of detailed explanations that Trini wouldn’t have been able to come up with on her own. Her work is organised, all clean lines and neat handwriting, and her arrows and diagrams make sense in a way at which their textbooks fail. She doesn’t rush Trini into understanding the numerous concepts, and has instead worked out that Trini works better when there are other things happening around her. So Kim talks about other things while Trini figures out molecular evolution and evolutionary synthesis.

//

“Fascism is an ideology relying on the argument of power and not on the power of argument,” Trini says, not looking up from a heart diagram. “Morality and logic are things not really taken into account when dealing with fascist agenda.”

She’s not really sure how she finds herself talking about things not at all related to biology—or even science in general—with Kim, but by the time she realised they strayed too far off topic, it’s already too late. They’ve already covered, amongst others, the politics of eugenics and even the socialist revolution—a discussion that comes so out of left field that Trini wasted a couple of seconds staring into Kim’s eyes before formulating a response regarding the development of revolutionary syndicalism.

//

“Here.” Kim throws a small box at Trini, who easily catches it.

Trini examines the box. “What’s it?”

“Just open it.”

Trini does, and she takes out a fidget spinner. “Wha—”

“You can use it whenever you want help focusing,” Kim says. “I can’t very well talk to you while we’re taking exams, but that’s a decent alternative. That way you have another outlet when concentrating.”

“I—” Trini swallows past the emotions balling up in her throat. “Thank you,” she says.

If Kim noticed the waver in her voice, she doesn’t mention it. “You’re welcome.”

//

Early the next morning, Trini leaves a box of glazed doughnuts on Kim’s windowsill, along with a cup of coffee—black, extra shot of espresso, no sugar.

//

Kim waves at her in the cafeteria later, a huge smile threatening to split her face in two, and a hush falls over the entire area.

//

“Why are people looking at you?” Trini asks Zack.

Zack laughs out loud. “They’re not looking at me, Crazy Girl,” he says, grinning like a maniac, “they’re looking at you.”

//

She sees Kim talking to Jason Scott, star quarterback, in the bleachers. They are leaning too closely to each other, their touches gentle and familiar. She sees Kim smile at something Jason says, and Jason grins when Kim throws her arms around his neck.

Zack comes up behind her, flinging an arm over her shoulder. “Come on. I got some booze from last week’s gig. Shitty and probably tastes like piss, but I think that’s appropriate, no?”

Trini pulls her beanie lower over head, allowing Zack to stir her away.

Shit and piss sound about right for what’s roiling in her chest.

//

She only talks to Kim during their tutoring sessions after that. She stops seeking her out, avoids running into her in the hallways.

If Kim notices, she doesn’t mention it. She’s good at not mentioning things, anyway.

They both are.

//

The fidget spinner never leaves Trini’s pocket, even though she’s tried to throw it away several times.

(She sleeps with it in her hand.)

//

A week later, Trini wakes up to someone tapping on her window. She sits up immediately, eyes widening when she sees it’s Kim, holding on to the sill, bobbing her head to signal that Trini should really move and open up now before she falls down.

So Trini lets her in, backing away immediately when she remembers that she’s only wearing pajama shorts with sun prints and an over-sized NASA shirt.

“Why’re you here, Kim?” she asks, mumbles really, eyes trained on her carpet, arms wrapped around herself.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what I did wrong?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kim scoffs. “That’s bullshit.”

Trini snaps her head up, glares at Kim. She tries not to notice that Kim’s still in her sleepwear too—matching pajama set, with spaceship prints—though she fails splendidly. She also fails in not noticing that their clothes weirdly match. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she asserts.

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m no—”

Kim doesn’t hesitate in cutting her off. “If I hear another lie from you, I swear to god I will throw you out your own damn window, Trini.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Just the truth,” Kim tells her, eyes imploring, voice cracking, and it stabs right at Trini’s heart. “Just the truth, please.”

And Trini will never let herself be the reason Kim breaks down, will never be able to deny Kim anything, so she gives her what she wants, regardless of any possible fallout.

At this point, she’s got nothing to lose anyway, except perhaps an almost that can never be.

“Remember when we talked about how soulmates are probably those whose atoms were next to each other in the big bang?” she asks, and she almost smiles at Kim’s confused frown, probably wondering where the fuck Trini’s going with this.

“Yeah?”

“They’re drawn to each other because they came from the same burst of light, from the same corner of the universe. They have the same stardust in their bones.” Trini sighs, half a laugh, half a sob. Her fingers dig into her own skin. “That’s you for me, Kim.

“Oh,” Kim says.

“Please just go,” Trini pleads, because one more second and she’s going to fall apart.

But Kim won’t let her be. “No, no, I’m not leaving.”

“Kim, please—”

“You said your piece, and now you’re gonna listen to mine.” Kim walks towards Trini, and Trini’s vision is blurry with unshed tears. Kim’s hand is soft on her jaw, tilting her face up, and then Kim is pressing their lips together, and Trini’s entire world shifts on its axis.

“What—” Trini begins when Kim draws back.

“Your star made me,” Kim says, her voice now sure and steady, and Trini’s entire being is cradled in her hands, “and galaxies swirl in your eyes, and I’m on earth falling in love with you.”

//

Later, when their lips are sore from too much kissing, Trini explains why she’s been avoiding her.

“Trini,” Kim says, fond and exasperated at once, “I was asking him for advice on how best to tell you what I feel.”

“Oh.”

“Next time, whenever you have questions or doubts, talk to me first, okay?”

Trini buries her face into the crook of Kim’s neck, and Kim’s arms tighten around her. “Yeah, okay.”

//

“That must have been a pretty dumb star,” Zack remarks, after Trini told her what happened.

Trini socks him on the arm. “Shut up,” she says, but she doesn’t stop smiling, and she doesn’t let go of Kim’s hand.

Kim’s laughter sounds like golden sunlight, bathing Trini in the glow of home.



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