now i'm going to bed that took way too long goodnight

they call her maid maleen

for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call her princess maleen.

then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go, and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids look after her now.

the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a life she can now only watch unfold.

the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.

they call her maid maleen.

~

the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter. they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as unfortunate products of a lovely union.

maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has never used face powder or lip color.

maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.

no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.

maid maleen is the king’s daughter.

she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be hers to inherit.

but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.

until.

tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming over to talk with the king to do it.

maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at least won’t fawn over him.

“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is there anything you require?”

silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”

her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a moment’s consideration.

his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.

“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”

she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before, ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing. she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers. she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.

“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at her like no one’s ever looked at her before.

“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.

wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his smile.

weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,” she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”

“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s always looked at her before.

“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.

he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”

she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”

“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he will allow me to marry you instead!”

“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on bended knee and she freezes.

he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic, she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is, but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”

she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”

he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”

~

wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen to her birthright and allow her to marry him.

it goes even worse than maleen had feared.

her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he, that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams but no one comes for her.

there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.

once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more, she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this tower.

one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean, maleen?”

maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”

gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?” she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.

“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.” maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her? their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”

she stares, “what?”

“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he does not want to marry me.”

“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.

they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”

“why are you doing this?” she asks.

gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”

maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”

she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and rides for the palace of the neighboring land.

~

she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”

“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing and wraps herself in a soft blanket.

“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on the throne.”

he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.

“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”

she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”

“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their little maid maleen.

~

it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.

wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look, but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is out of place.

“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what seems like an eternity.

wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”

he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”

and they all lived happily ever after.


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13/50 - “How can anyone not be afraid of love?”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Kevin, Nicky, Matt/andreil
Summary:

A/N: Hope this is okay. I’ve been sleeping a lot so I tried to write this in between during the time I was awake so I hope it’s coherent? Also, I think I’m pleased with the last half or fourth or whatever of the fic. Like, pretty darn pleased. I hope you are, too.


Neil grabbed Andrew’s hand, still reveling in the fact that he was allowed to touch him. He followed him the short distance to the door, ignoring the looks passed between teammates.

“Stay,” Andrew said.

“Why?” Neil tilted his head and leaned in close.

“We won, the team is getting along, they’re celebrating.”

Neil furrowed his brows. “But you’re leaving.”

Andrew shrugged, unbothered. “I’m just tired. I’m going to sleep.”

“Me, too.”

“Stay.”

“Andrew.”

He stared Neil down until finally admitting, “I think I’m getting a cold. If I get you sick, Kevin might kill me.”

Neil snorted. “Okay, yeah.” He grabbed the back of Andrew’s head and pulled him close. Despite his words, Andrew kissed him back, hands coming up to rest on Neil’s waist. Neil pushed his shoulder gently and Andrew stepped back so that his back was pressed to the door.

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ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)



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Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.
     Always,
          Y/N

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.


And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.


He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”


And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.


You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”

“Sweet.”

“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.


You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

I'm Sorry- (Pt. 4) Bucky Barnes

Title: I’m Sorry

Summary: Reader and Bucky are together, but she notices him being a little off. She comes home to find him cheating.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst, suspense, fluff

A/N: I have no idea on how to make tea so please bear with me. xD

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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You couldn’t sleep that night. You were ashamed of the way you replied to Steve. He didn’t deserve it. At nights like this, Bucky would always pull you close, whispering encouraging and kind words in your ear. It’s okay. Everything will be alright.

You longed for his soft voice of comfort whenever the team was out on a dangerous mission. They’re gonna be fine, doll. They’re strong. You couldn’t take it. You sat up on your bed, looking around the cool, dark room. It was 2:56 in the morning. You groan as you stood up and left your room.

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I Think You’re My Best Friend

Summary: Dan and Phil get matching tattoos.

Genre: fluff, reality

Warnings: mentions of needles (bc tattoos) and pain mention (i guess?)

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i started this fic like a month ago but i haven’t had any inspiration to finish it…. until now! yeah i’ve had a week off school due to hurricane harvey and flooding (stay safe fellow texans) so i was like “i’ll finish this fic” and i did! i hope i got the process of getting a tattoo right. i’ve never had one, but i researched it so i hope what i found was right. it took me ages to figure out what i wanted the tattoo to be, so i hope this isn’t too cheesy or cringy ^-^ title taken from the song “The Kids Aren’t Alright” by Fall Out Boy (such a dnp song. go give it a listen). also does this count as a songfic? idk. 

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“We should get matching tattoos.”

Phil choked on his drink. Very slowly, he looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. He cleared his throat.

“What?” Phil rasped out. Dan smirked.

“I said we should get matching tattoos.” Dan said smoothly as he leaned back in his chair. Phil shook his head.

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mercchi  asked:

I'm sorry but your imagines are so good that I just have to request something! May I please request a scenario where Midorima's, Hyuga's, Takao's, Kagami's and Kiyoshi's s/o really wants to be a doctor and studies hard to the point that she almost stopped sleeping and she just studies and studies more and more? Thank you very much! ❤

Thank you so much! I apologise that this took so long, I hope you like it!



Midorima: Midorima was no stranger to hard work, so he always supported her in her studying endeavours, knowing that to become a doctor, a whole lot of hard work was necessary. It was by no means easy but it would be infinitely worth it.

However, as the days passed by with her barely sleeping, barely eating, barely doing anything more than studying, Midorima became worried, not that he’d want to tell her this directly - he was awkward with this sort of thing at the best of times so he instead decided to show his concern through his actions.

It was getting late at night when he decided that enough was enough. She was barely able to keep her eyelids open as she wrote out notes from her textbook, revising over what she’d learned in lesson, and Midorima could take no more of this. He walked over to her and stood behind her for a few seconds, letting her know he was there, before slowly closing the book and gently prying the pen from her hands.

“Shintarou… I have to study-” she suppressed a yawn, blinking her sleepy eyes as she tried to get her pen back, “I’m never gonna get anywhere if I don’t study now,”

Midorima put her pen in his pocket and frowned, “you’ve done more than enough, _____, your work will still be there in the morning should you want to continue, but for now, sleep.”

She shook her head wearily, her eyes slowly closing as her body went against her mind and she began to fall asleep with her head leaning against the back of the chair, her legs pulled up to her chest. Midorima sighed and ran a hand over her head before lifting her slowly in a bridal-style carry, her head lolling against his chest.

He lay her down on the bed, turned out the lights, and then joined her, laying on his side and allowing her to curl into him.

“Goodnight, _____,” he whispered.


Hyuga: “Are you really still studying?” Hyuga asked her over the phone. He’d been planning on meeting her today as he had a day of from basketball practice and she had the day off school.

“Yes, I really do need to study you know,”

Hyuga clicked his tongue, “I know that, but you were up studying yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before- are you even sleeping anymore? Are you eating?” He questioned, annoyance bleeding out of his tone as worry crept in.

“I’m making do,” she replied, and Hyuga could hear it in her nonchalant tone that she was barely even paying attention to how ridiculous Hyuga found the whole situation.

“I’m coming over.” He said, hanging up the phone before he could hear her reply.

When he arrived, he was instantly taken aback by her appearance. There were dark rings under her eyes and her clothes seemed to hang off her frame a little more than they’d done before. She looked sickly and in need of sleep. So Hyuga did the only thing he could think to do and banned her from studying for the rest of the evening, assuring her that everything would be fine. The two of them watched a movie together, ordered food in, and then, when she really couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, Hyuga allowed her to fall asleep on his shoulder, laying her down on the sofa and laying his jacket over whilst he went up to her room to bring a pillow to slide beneath her head, and her blanket to keep her warm.

“Now get some proper rest,” he said gently, kissing her forehead then pushing his glasses back up his nose and flushed face.


Takao: Takao had been watching her closely for weeks, noticing how her schedule for studying seemed to get more and more intense until Takao simply wasn’t sure how she was still maintaining herself. How she was still finding time to eat and sleep with the amount of pressure she was submitting herself under in order to achieve her dream.

That was until Takao discovered, after a couple of nights of staying at her house, that she wasn’t looking after herself at all but instead living off of minimal sleep, small snacks and meals, and an abundance of caffeine and energy drinks. It was no way for her to be living and Takao sought to change things.

“Hey, _____, are you still working?”

“Yeah,” she answered shortly, not looking up from her papers at her desk.

“But its almost midnight and you’ve stayed up like this all the time I’ve been here, aren’t you tired?” Takao tried from where he sat at the end of her bed.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m tired, in fact I should get used to it because I have a lot more to get done,”

Takao sighed, standing up and sitting on the chair next to hers, leaning forwards with his chin on her shoulder. He felt her sigh too, and he couldn’t help but smile when she put her pencil down and turned towards him, darkly ringed eyes looking into his.

She ruffled his hair and made a move to pick her pen back up and continue, but was disrupted when he suddenly lurched forwards and wrapped both of his arms around her, effectively trapping her arms to her sides.

“Kazunari, c’mon, let go,” she whined, and Takao only held her tighter.

“Nope, not until you call it a night,”

“You aren’t gonna give this up, are you?” She asked, unable to help herself as she smiled at him.

Takao shook his head and quickly lifted her from the chair, spinning her around before laying her in the bed.

“You’ll make an awesome doctor, don’t worry, just get some rest,” Takao smiled, kissing her cheek before playfully dropping himself down on top of her body, laughing when she all but squeaked at the sudden impact.

Kagami: Kagami had been growing ever more concerned the more times she shut herself away, whether in the library or her room, to study for her goal of becoming a doctor. Kagami really admired it, he thought she was amazing and her intellect something to be feared, however he just couldn’t sit back and watch as she neglected her health time and time again, favouring study over sleep.

He didn’t know how she was keeping it up, but he did know that it needed to come to a stop. Which was why he’d invited her to his house, hoping that she’d leave her work at home and relax properly for the first time in ages - get some actual sleep maybe. This was to no avail though, as she was currently studying at the table in Kagami’s living room, her books and papers spread around her as she wrote out notes.

Kagami sighed, running a hand through his hair before he shuffled closer to her, watching over her shoulder as she worked. It looked like some pretty tricky stuff. Stuff that she shouldn’t be doing sleep-deprived.

“Hey, don’t you think you should take a break?” Kagami asked quietly, his voice concerned. She turned her head slightly to look at him.

“I’m okay, I have a lot to do, but you can sleep if you’d like,”

“N-no, no that’s- that’s not what I meant,” Kagami rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just worried, ya know? You seem tired and you aren’t sleeping properly…”

She looked slightly taken aback at that, “oh,” she said lightly, putting her pen down, “well… I am tired but it’s no need to worry, I can sleep when I’m done,”

Kagami watched her for a moment, before leaning over her to closer her textbooks, “c’mon, let’s go to bed, I can see you’re tired,” he whispered into her ear, kissing the side of her head before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom. Once away from her work, she seemed too tired to argue and instead allowed herself to be guided to a soft bed and a warm body to lay beside.

Kiyoshi:

“Hey, are you okay?” Kiyoshi asked her as she ran a hand over her face in exhaustion, not even caffeine working to keep her awake at this point as the words began to blur together on the page she was reading.

Kiyoshi could tell that she was struggling and couldn’t help but want to make sure that she was okay - and if that meant prying her away from her work then so be it. She’d been working what was essentially non-stop for weeks now, and Kiyoshi felt a little helpless as he watched as the dark rings beneath her eyes only got darker, and her body only got thinner as she continued to neglect her own health in the pursuit for being able to  conserve others’.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice clearly drained of energy, and Kiyoshi could take it no longer.

“You aren’t fine, _____, you need some proper rest,” he said gently, rubbing her shoulder with his hand and frowning at how tense she felt.

“If I don’t work hard now, I’ll never make it,” she said, attempting fruitlessly to continue.

Kiyoshi then moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, and to her hand, where he stopped her from writing anymore. “There’s working hard,” he murmured, “and then there’s neglecting yourself and overworking - how are you supposed to help others if you haven’t helped yourself?”

She hung her head then, and Kiyoshi was scared he’d upset her until he heard a small laugh. “You’re right,” she said quietly, rubbing at her eyes.

“I know,” Kiyoshi smiled, helping her off the chair and to her room, no minding at all that he had to carry her halfway there.

anonymous asked:

After reading this line in workaholism "But I also want to make sure you take care of yourself.” can you make a one shot where raven is sick due to many late nights of working and chelsea have to take care of her even though raven did not want to admit she's feeling a bit under the weather?

Raven was beginning to wonder how long a person could go without sleep—she knew she’d heard someone say it at one point, but she was too tired to remember anymore. She’d been awake for three days straight, working on another “super important” project that Paisley had given her four days notice to work on. Outfits for the fifty members of Dudley’s Doggy Dancerz dance crew in four days? Possible, clearly, because Raven had done it. But fun? Not even in the slightest. It was over now, though, and all that was left to do was go home and sleep and then head back work tomorrow and wait for her next ridiculous task. And if not tomorrow, the next day. She was sure it would come soon enough. They always did with Paisley.

But then it happened, as soon as she stepped out of the office building and into the crisp October air. She sneezed. A great big, good old-fashioned sneeze that caught her so off-guard she hardly had time to cover her face with the crook of her elbow. People stared at her as they passed her on the sidewalk as if they’d never seen a grown woman sneeze before. Raven rolled her eyes and sighed. Just one more thing to add to the list of sleep deprivation side effects she’d been battling all day.

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#9: Meeting siblings:

Badboy!Highschool!5SOS;

A/n: OK, this is quite short and it might be my lest favorite update. honestly I feel like this one is shit, and it’s just a filler and yeah sorry about that. but I promise the next part will be hella long and the good parts are about to come I hope, and well get some good badboy action so… hang in there? I’m sorry


Luke:

Creaking the door open, (y/n) warily stepped into the Hemmings household, her eyes carefully inspecting her surroundings. Sure, she had been inside the house more times than she could count, but never had she entered without permission. Technically, she was granted permission, Luke’s text from earlier asking her to come in. Their plans to get some studying done for the finals were made a few days ago, agreeing on meeting in the library. However, Luke had other thoughts in mind, asking her to come by his house as he was nearly ready and suggested to give her a ride.

Her eyes were taking in her entourage, recalling every memory she had lived inside his house. The walls were witnesses of every baby step she took, telling stories of two little toddlers running around in loud giggles, bearing memories she held close to her heart.

Her head turned abruptly at the sound of footsteps, and she quickly grabbed her bag as she noticed the familiar blond locks. However, her mouth hung open upon realizing that the person she was faced with was not Luke. Although the resemblance was far too outstanding to go unnoticed, the man’s features strikingly familiar. His eyes were just as puzzled as hers, raising a questioning hand as his eyes narrowly stared at her. His mouth opened and closed a few times, until he finally managed to croak out a few words, “What- You came in- Do we know you?”

“Luke- Luke asked me, I –um- I’m just waiting for him.” She stumbled at her words, heat filling her up due to her embarrassment. She should’ve just waited outside! But as she was expecting reprimanding words to come out of the blond’s mouth, she was confused by the smirk he wore on his face as he eyes her.

“So you’re the girl, huh,” He mumbled –mainly to himself. (y/n) creased her eyebrows together at his words, tilting her head in a question manner; “w-what?” She whispered, what girl? “Oh come on, we all knew a girl was involved,” The man shrugged, taking a hand out of his pocket as he offered it to shake, “I’m Jack by the way.”

Relief flooded her at his words, the uneasiness leaving her body as she remembered him. Although she was fairly familiar with Ben –the eldest Hemmings- her encounters with Jack were few. Jack on the other hand was eyeing her with amusement, knowing instantly that he’d be teasing Luke about it for as long as he could. Little behavior changes never went unnoticed by him, especially not when it came to his younger brother. He had indeed been suspecting that someone was responsible, most probably a girl that had him whipped. Still, he never expected to see her in flesh, knowing Luke’s private nature.

“Ready to go?” Luke’s voice echoed through the empty house, his feet hopping down the stairs in a hurry as he slid his hands through his jacket. At his cue, (y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder, giving Jak one last smile as she turned around. “You know, mum’s gonna want to meet you.” He chuckled at her, stopping her midway. He was very much entertained by the whole scenery, more than eager to tease his baby brother –and embarrass him most likely.

“I- I already met her,” (y/n) spoke up, waiting for Luke to gather his stuff as the awkwardness becoming a little too much for her to handle. But in all honesty, Jack’s reaction was quite priceless. His eyes brows knitted in confusion, a sigh leaving his mouth; “How come I’m always out of the loop! How did you meet her?” He whined, feeling like he was left out of the story whilst he wanted to know every detail.

“She’s our neighbor you dumbass,” Luke spoke from behind you, his hand reaching out to the small of your back to guide you outside, his own backpack held in his other hand. “Wait!” His brother’s voice stopped them, the two looking back at him. “You can’t be (y/n). Little bug (y/n)?” Jack’s smile grew wider as he watched her hide her face in her hands, chuckling because she hadn’t been called that ever since she turned six. “How’s Josh doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.” He and Josh was inseparable as kids, much like their younger siblings. “He’s alright, he’s coming home soon,” (y/n) answered, finally feeling like the tension was fully lifted. Luke’s eyes gazed at her, a small smile on his lips as he did so. Something about the way she already seemed like a part of his family made his heart swell, the interaction between her and his brother meaning much more to him than he could explain.

After bidding Jack goodbye, Luke’s hand guided (y/n) out, the cold air hitting them as soon as they left the house. “You look a lot like him,” (y/n) spoke up once they were seated inside his car, her eyes staring at him, gauging his reaction. Luke’s gaze didn’t shift from the road, but a smile made its way to his lips as he spoke, “He’s someone I really admire, so it means quite a lot to hear that.” (y/n)’s hand found his free one, lacing them together as her words failed to express the feeling welling up inside of her.

Calum:

Her phone buzzed for the third time, making her answer it abruplty, a scowl visible on her face, “What?” she barked, rolling her eyes at the voice on the other end. “I miss you too baby” Calum’s voice sang on the other side, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t fight back the smile on her face. She could literally feel him grin as he spoke the words. “Calum, I swear I’m two seconds away from killing you,” She teased, jumping off of her bed, phone still in hand. “But I want to see my baby girl,” His whines earned nothing more than an eyeroll from her, chuckling albeit at his childlike behavior. “It’s a girl’s night baby, which means no boyfriend calls.”

(y/n) glanced back at the two girls lying on her bed, their teasing smiles making her turn around instantly. The phone call didn’t last long, as she was quick to dismiss her pouty boyfriend, bidding him a goodnight mischievously before she hung up. Turning back, she hopped on the bed, giving a warning look to her friends, already expecting the teasing. “Who is that?” the question was fired just as anticipated, a giggly laugh escaping her lips, her hands covering her face. “My boyfriend,” She ushered out, heat rising to her cheeks at the mere thought.

Shocked glances were exchanged between the two girls, huffing at how they weren’t informed earlier. That was the main reason she had wanted a girl’s night, planning a sleepover with her friends. Surely, her friends at school were obviously informed of her relationship status, the news of her and Calum known to the whole school. But the two girls she had over didn’t go to school with her –much to her dismay. They were a few years older than her, the roots of their friendship running back to the summer camps she used to go to as a child.

“Spill! Who is he? What is he like?” The questions were thrown in a hurry, the room quickly filling with excited laughs. (y/n) lied down on her pillows, a sheepish look on her face as she stared at the eager girls. Well, she wasn’t about to hide anything from them, really.

“What is Calum like?” She mumbled to her self, her expression turning into one of awe and tenderness at the thought of the boy who invaded her every thought. “He’s turning me into a mess. Most of the time he’s a cheeky bastard that knows how to tick me off; at other times he’s so unpredictable. But then,” (y/n) Stopped, taking in a deep breath as her chest felt heavier with the emotions she held for him, “But then, he has these moments where he makes me feel like it’s just me and him. The way he looks at me and talks to me just takes my breath away. And right now, my chest feels like it’s on fire just by talking about him.” (y/n) bit down on her lip, her fingers fiddling together, the pillow case suddenly feeling too cold for her burning face.

The rest of the night carried on, the girls urging her to spill every detail, teasing her every now and then about her blushing cheeks. And as she got lost in telling the various stories she shared with him, she couldn’t stop her heart from yearning to see him.

Although, she hadn’t expected to find him at her doorstep first thing in the morning, a wide smile on his face as he greeted her. She was walking her friends out, complaining about how early they had to leave when she was faced with him, his hands tucked behind his back as he smiled sheepishly at her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, walking closer to him and pulling him into a hug, mindful of her friends behind her who wouldn’t let her live if they were to witness excessive PDA. “Well, it’s the morning, so technically your girl’s night is over,” Calum cheekily replied, his hands pulling her closer as he spoke. Her eyes widened as she took in his full appearance, her hand reaching out to touch his trimmed hair, “You shaved your head?” She scolded, yet as soon as he hand touched the short strands of hair she found herself smiling. “I miss your curls, but I like this.” She chuckled, playfully patting his head, his face breaking into a huge grin that displayed his sublime dimples.

A cough broke the two from their bubble, their heads spinning back. “Mali? What are you doing here?” Calum asked, making (y/n) send him a questioning look. “Nice catch you got there, brother.” The blond girl spoke, a million-dollar smile on her face. Realization flooded (y/n) quickly, her eyes widening at the situation. Stuttering and ‘excuse me’, her feet ran before she could register what was going on, her hands covering her face in shame. Oh my god! Of course she’ll tell him, oh my god! Her thoughts ran wild, but were cut short as a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

“What’s wrong babe?” Calum chuckled in her ear, his cheeks pressing against hers as he snuggled closer to her. “Did you like say something embarrassing about me?” his phrase made (y/n) turn abruptly in his arms, her eyes scolding him. If only he knew. “Don’t you dare ask her about anything!” she scowled as she pointed her finger at him, and he couldn’t help but comply, her pleading eyes affecting him more than he liked to admit.

“Alright,” He agreed, “But maybe someday, you can tell me,” His words were hushed, meant only for her ears to hear. His thumb was soothingly rubbing her cheek, his arm wrapped around her waist. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you just how much you affect me, he wanted to add but bit his lip. Surely, Mali-koa would have his ass for the upcoming years, teasing him about how whipped he was and how much of a lost puppy he became when it involved her. if he had to endure that then so be it, because at the end of the day he knew it was all true; he knew that your fingers played with the strings of his heart without even realizing it.

A/n: ok yall only after writing his part did I realize that NO it’s fucking unrealistic to be friends with someone for so long and not know their second name hence hood and make the connection, so sorry about it pretend it works alright bebs, lol I’m a mess sorry

Michael:

“Did you ever like, play some fancy instruments as a child?” (y/n) asked Michael who was walking right beside her, her eyes amusingly watching him. “You know, like in the movies.” She added. Surely, she had always believed rich families always learned how to play instruments, movies being her only insider.

Michael sighed, his arm wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer. “They taught me piano,” He mumbled, “They tried to get me to learn violin as well but I sucked balls at it. So I ended up learning guitar because I liked it most, though they’re not very fond of it.”

“But you’ll play for me someday, yeah?” She mused after a long silence, moving her head from his shoulder to look up at him. Michael was ready to fire a ‘no’, the request far from his comfort zone or preference. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, her eyebrows raised in question, he found himself giving her a little nod. “Someday” He murmured.

Coming to a stop, the two stood in front of the elementary school, her eyes scanning the scenery for the small four year old. Since her parents were out of town due to some family business, she was left responsible for her younger brother. Michael, having heard about that, insisted on tagging along –if she didn’t mind of course. Which left the two walking towards the elementary school her brother studied at.

“(y/n)!” A high-pitch scream attracted their attraction, a little boy running towards her and wrapping his arms around her legs as best as he could. “Hey there little man,” Michael joined in, crouching in front of the toddler, an inviting smile on his face. Noah turned around to face him, the shy smile on his face reminding Michael of (y/n). The little kid seemed dazed for a second by the punk boy squatting in front of him, the burning red color of his hair capturing his full attention. Finally, Noah managed to look away, glancing at his big sister who sent him a reassuring nod, before he introduced himself to Michael, “Hi, my name is Noah. I like your hair.” He exclaimed happily. Ruffling his hair, Michael offered a genuine smile to the younger boy, “Why thank you Noah, I’m Michael.” And with that, you ushered the two boys to get going so you could reach the house in time.

Stopping at the front door, (y/n) fiddled with the key in her hand before she opened it, allowing the three of them to get inside. But as Noah went flying to his bedroom, mumbling about grabbing toys for him and his new friend to play with, Michael and (y/n) were left alone at the entrance. She found herself fiddling with the hem of her school uniform that she was still wearing, eyes the tall boy cautiously. She had been inside his house, and she knew it was nothing like hers, thus feeling somewhat insecure as his eyes roamed the small space. “It’s not much, but it’s just the four of us.” She found herself mumbling.

“It’s a home. I like it.” Michael spoke softly, his words laced with sadness. He couldn’t look away from the decorated wall, displaying multiple family pictures. But unlike the frigid portrait that hung in his own house, the pictures were full of laughter and joy. (y/n) felt guilty as she finally realized that whilst she was insecure about her modest home, Michael didn’t have an actual one.

“I got my cars and trucks! Do you want to play?” The tension was cut by Noah’s words, the little boy running with his collection of toys in his hands. He insisted on playing with Michael, the two boys sitting in the living room and making loud car noises.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was busy making a snack for her brother and ordering pizza for her and Michael. Once the delivery boy came, the hot pizza was quickly devoured as they all sat on the couch, watching Big Hero 6 at Noah’s request. And as he got sleepy, (y/n) offered to take him up to his room, but the toddler declined her offer and went to cuddle Michael instead. Her heart fluttered at the action, admiration clouding her thoughts at the sight in front of her.

“You know, he’s normally very shy. He doesn’t open up quickly just to anybody.” (y/n) whispered so as not to wake up the sleeping boy, sending a smile to Michael as she said so. “Well then,” Michael began, his words getting caught in his throat as he glanced at Noah, “Maybe he knows I mean well” He muttered, the fair skin of his cheeks flaming at his words.

Seeing as it was getting late, (y/n) offered to take her brother up to his room so she and Michael could watch another movie without disturbing his sleep. But as soon as she left to put Noah in his bed, Michael found his mind drifting to her. He wondered how he could have missed out on her all of those years, how he could miss someone as amazing at her.

Ashton:

(y/n) walked out of the school with a scowl on her face, re-reading the text she had received a few minutes ago. Ashton was held back in detention along with his friend Calum, the reason behind it kept hidden from her. She sighed as she made her way towards her car, stopping only as she noticed someone else standing not far from her. Actually, he was standing right next to Ashton’s car. Puzzled, (y/n) walked closer to him, pondering whether she wanted to adress him or not. But at the sight of his Golden locks, she found herself approaching the boy.

“Hey,” She said, earning his attention, “are you waiting for someone?” she asked. The boy turned to face her, his eyes warily looking at her. He looked around 7 or 8 years old, his backpack tugged over his shoulders, his figure tense as he carefully eyes his surrounding. He nodded at her words, “For my brother, he’s supposed to drive us home.”

(y/n) offered a warm smile, understanding the situation at hand. “Is Ashton your brother?” and again her words were answered by a nod, “He’s held back in detention. Did you come here by yourself?” She asked, looking for any company he might have had. “Yes, my school isn’t that far.”

She kept silent for a little while, wondering how she could help him as Ashton wasn’t leaving until a couple of hours. “Say, How about I drive you home? Do you know the road?” She offered, before adding “I’m a friend of your brother, I’ll send him a text.” which soothed the boy, as he finally agreed to ride with her.

Once they had reached the Irwin’s home, the younger boy led her in, explaining how his sister was already home. But (y/n) felt uneasy about leaving the two alone at the house, at least until their big brother came, so she offered to stay with them. The two agreed instantly to her request, especially after her offer to make Mac’n’cheese.

Ashton almost broke the door handle as he stepped him, his heart pounding in his chest as his frantic eyes roamed the house. Fuck! He didn’t think he’d get held back at detention that day, resulting into him feeling like he was on fire for the past hours as he begged the teacher to let him go. With his mother out of town, he was held responsible for his younger siblings, and she insistently instructed that he would have to pick up Harry with him since the walk from school was really far.

But as his mind was busy worrying about his brother, he did not anticipate to find (y/n) on his couch, a ball of popcorn on her lap as she watched a movie along with his brother and sister. His loud entrance had caught the attention of the three, (y/n) carefully getting up and walking towards him. “How did you-?” Ashton mumbled, feeling puzzled yet thankful. (y/n) simply took her hand in his, guiding him outside so they could talk freely.

Standing on the porch, (y/n) took her time to explain how she had found Harry by their school, and went on from there until she reached where they were. Ashton only nodded at her words, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to her story. Truthfully, he had stopped listening once he figured that Harry must’ve walked to his school when he was too late to pick him up, focusing after that on her rather than her speech. “You’re not listening, are you?” (y/n) finally caught up on his act, smiling nonetheless at the golden boy. His smile was precious, the little dimples engraved on his cheeks showing as grinned at her. “Not really,” He whispered, his face leaning closer and closer towards her. His heart was hammering in his chest, but the feeling bubbling inside his stomach was urging him to keep going. Keep going until his lips finally touched her and their eyes shut closed at the feeling.

Smiling against his chapped lips, (y/n) pulled away slightly, her eyes still halfway closed as butterflies bees erupted in her belly. Ashton had already taken her breath away, along with every trace of sanity she had, but that one kiss was enough to send her over the moon and make her head dizzy.

“We should go inside, the kids are alone.” She mumbled, Ashton pulling her into another giggly kiss as his large hand moved to rest on the side of her neck. His smile was the epitome of sunshine and rainbows, and he couldn’t possibly stop himself from grinning. He had finally done the one thing he wanted to do ever since that first encounter at the hallway.

“Come one, I made Mack’n’cheese.” She bantered, getting up on her feet and pulling him by the hands. “Oh you did?” He excitedly asked, instantly standing up at her words. “And you’ll find it’s the best you’ll ever ever have!” She added, a victorious smile on her lips and boy he just wanted to feel them again, but she was already getting inside to heat a bowl for him.


Happy Birthday Stu💙

A/N: my final class became a free period since we found a rat and no one could function (even the sub) so I wrote a little something for 600 and Stu’s birthday c: I hope you enjoy

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2D eyes squinted opened, vision coming and going as he slowly blinked. When his vision cleared his eyes were met by another pair. You smiled lovingly at him and placed the tray of breakfast on the counter beside the bed.
“Good morning, Stu. Happy Birthday,” you say quietly as you kiss his forehead.
His thank you comes out as a small mumble as he pulled you into bed, making you release a small gasp.
“Stu! Cmon we should get up,” you laugh as you try to get up, only to be pulled back down.
“Can we just stay here?” He sighed, snuggling into you and letting his hands lazily roam.
“Maybe for a bit, but I’ve got some plans for us today,” you compromise, finding a comfortable position and laying in comfortable silence, giving and receiving lazy hugs and kisses.
A good hour or two pass before you finally convince him to get up. You finally get ready before you go out and get started on your plans. Not to 2D’s knowledge, you were texting Noodle, letting her know you’ve gone out and to putting things together.
You and Noodle had planned on giving 2D a surprise party. It was a foolproof plan to make his day fantastic. You’d take him to his favorite places, get his favorite food for the party, and you even got to convince Murdoc to leave him alone! (You may have lost $20 but it was worth it)

“Love, I’m not a complete arse, I would’ve been nice away, but convincing you to give me a 20 is an extra,” he said with a smirk, you’re eyes roll even more intensely now rethinking about it.

You took him all over town, to the shops, the pet store, the park, to lunch, the docs, everywhere possible with a couple of breaks, sharing laughs and jokes, and doing anything to keep him happy and out of the house for as long as possible. He was practically glowing with joy, kissing your hand and sighing in content every few minutes, a smile plastered on his face showing his cute tooth gap. Once you got the ok to go back home, you two made your way.
“Y/n, this day has been utterly amazing. Thank you,” he smiles, pulling you into a hug.
“You’re welcome, Stu, but it’s not over yet,” you say as you pull out and open the door.
The band yelled “SURPRISE!” followed by Murdoc lazily blowing the party horn. There was a homemade banner with a mixture of messy and neat handwriting, each recognizable of who’s who, balloons, streamers and party horns everywhere. Everyone was wearing a party hat and boy, you should’ve seen 2D’s face as you put one on him.
“oh wow! How did-when did- thank you guys,” he sighs, giving up on English and just enjoying the moment.
And the night continued, you hit a small piñata, all of you groaning as Murdoc killed it with an axe. Russel complained that he should’ve gone last and took the axe and every sharp object and hid them. Noodle set up twister, a tight competition between you and Russel, who won after half an hour. 2D played pin the tongue on the Murdoc and manage to walk past the hallway, you having to chase after him. (Murdoc surprisingly found it amusing and announced he’ll keep the game in his room after) And then the cake came, you all sang happy birthday and his dark black eyes shined with the light of the candles.
“Make a wish, Stu,” you smiled, lightly hugging him from behind.
“I don’t think I really need one,” he said, looking back at you and to the band. “I think I have everything I need.” And he blew the candles.
The atmosphere of the room was so loving and fun, the pure joy on everyone’s faces was just heartwarming. You all ate the cake and began opening gifts. Russel got 2D a book he’s been eyeing for a bit, you got him the small cat piano you two always laughed at and played at the mall, Noodle got a pair of her green and pink glasses because he loved them so much, and Murdoc got him-
“A condom?” 2D asked, confusion plastered on his face as he looked at Murdoc.
“You’ll thank me later, buddy,” Murdoc smirks, nudging 2D and winking.
After a couple more hours of talking, everyone decided to go to sleep. You all said goodnight and went into your separate rooms.
You put your hair in a ponytail and sighed, finally in comfortable clothing and laying next to 2D, who welcomed you with open arms.
“Thank you for such a great day, y/n,” he said into your hair.
“You’re welcome, Stu, I’m glad you had such a great day.”
“I really did… Hey y/n.”
“Yeah, Stu?” You ask, raising your head to make eye contact with him.
“I really love you.”
You smiled and prop yourself up, hovering over him. “I love you too.”
He smiled and placed and gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it before lightly kissing you.
The kiss slowly heated up at you moved to straddle him as he sits up and deepens the kiss, releasing small moans as you cause friction trying to find a comfortable spot.
“You know maybe I will have to thank Murdoc,” he says as he breaks the kiss, giving you a toothy smile.
“Shut up birthday boy,” you laugh before pulling him back into another kiss and push him back to lay down.
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yzzy-gggg  asked:

Just saw your asks are open and I'm soo excited!!! I love your writing so much ahh! Can I please get a scenario where Akashi's s/o stays the night at his house (they were studying too late and lost track of time or something), and has a really bad dream? So she leaves her guest room and searches for his and when she finds it she's just scared and crying?? Extra extra fluff please!! Thank you!! ^^

I have so many Akashi in my inbox right now, but I’m not complaining cause I honestly really love writing Akashi ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)♡ 🌸

Yayyy!! And omg, thank you so much dear! I made this extra fluffy for you! I hope you enjoy it ♡(ŐωŐ人)

Thank you for requesting! 


“Why did I agree on this again?” she muttered, more to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of the most comfortable pajamas she has ever worn.

Akashi smiled and watched as she made her way over to him, by the bed. She lets out a tired sigh and flopped down on the bed. “Oh my god, this is too much.”

She sat up and scanned the huge room. A chandelier hung right above them, and below them was a red carpeted floor. The bed was huge, and overall the room, bathroom, and closet were so.. luxurious.

“Your parents’ll understand.” he reassured, as he turned his head to the huge window, coated with a curtain, though the sound of thunder and the flashes of lighting were sensed.

“Alright, alright.” she gave in, crossing her legs and biting her lip, lowering her gaze. Then her mind wanders off to why she got here in the first place.

She looked up. “Oh. And.. how does the formula work again?” she questioned, an exhausted expression on her face.

Akashi sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, before leaning in and planting a kiss on her temple. “Don’t worry about that too much. Alright, love? It’s a long day. You should rest.”

He turns on the lamp and stood up to turn off the lights, then made his way to the bed again, where she was attempting to fall asleep by throwing the sheets above her head.

“Sei, you should go to sleep.” she said, her voice muffled by the cloth but was nonetheless audible.

He moved his hand and placed it on top of her head, softly playing with her hair. “I insist on leaving until you fall asleep, (Name).”

She groaned and placed a hand on his, gently yanking it away from her. She squeezed it and peeked her head out of the covers. “You’re just as tired. Go to sleep, Seijuro.”

He sighed but nodded, moving her hand and planting a long kiss on her hand. “If you say so.” he smiled. “Goodnight.”

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anonymous asked:

Sentence prompt: "I'm fine, I only fell of a roof" Sportacus to Robbie

Robbie had been sprawled precariously across his fuzzy, orange chair for the last 11 hours, praying to any deity that might be listening for even 10 minutes of sleep. But as usual, he was met with indifference and no sleep. He found himself wondering what Sporty and the kids were up to.

Sportacus should be headed down here any minute now, seeing as 8:08 P.M. was approaching. His mind began to wander when his ears were met with the familiar, yet distinctly different, sound of his boyfriend coming down to the lair. He wondered about the strangeness of the noise briefly before brushing it aside. He was too sleep deprived to be thinking about such things. He heaved himself up, preparing to head to the bedroom, where he slept when Sportacus stayed the night.

Sport emerged from the tube into the lair. Robbie glanced up with a smile, pleased to see his boyfriend. The smile quickly morphed into concern when he saw the look on Sportacus’ face. There was a tight grimace with every step toward Robbie the elf took.

“What’s going on, Sport? Are you okay?” Robbie asked, worry showing on his face. He knew his partner didn’t like it when he worried, but there was nothing he could do about it right now.

“No, no… I’m fine. Nothing to worry yourself about, love,” Sportacus assured.

“Yeah no, I’m not buying that load of horse shit. Why are you limping, and why do you have that look on your face?” Robbie pushed.

“I told you I’m fine. I just, uh… well I fell off a roof,” the elf mumbled. “But I’m fine now!”

“Sit down let me look at your leg.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say ‘May I look at your leg if you want me to your Highness’? Sit down and take your pants off, Mr. Man.”

Sportacus reluctantly stripped down and plopped himself in the fuzzy, orange chair. Robbie recoiled at the sight of his partner’s right leg. There was a raised purpley-red bruise on his shin, right over the bone. Robbie decided he wouldn’t be surprised if it was broken.

“How long have you been walking on this? You shouldn’t have even walked down here. Why didn’t you just yell? I have it set up so I can hear what’s going on up there. You know that,” Robbie scolded.

“It was around ten this morning maybe? And I just didn’t want to show weakness in front of the kids. You know that they idolize me.”

“That’s exactly why you SHOULD show weakness, Sportaflop. Show them that it’s okay not to be strong all the time, and that it’s okay to ask for help.” Robbie rested his hands over the inflamed area of his boyfriend’s leg. He concentrated, unsure of exactly how his magic worked, but confident that it would. “You need to be more careful. Nicknames aside, I love you and want you to be safe. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you too, Robbie Rotten.” He added, “Thank you for fixing my leg.” He bent down and nosed Robbie’s forehead until the man looked up and met his kiss.

After helping Sport out of the chair, he watched as his love gingerly took a few steps to test out his newly healed leg. Deciding he trusted it, Sportacus gently clutched Robbie’s hand.

“You need sleep, Robbie,” Sport said, as they made their way to the bedroom, turning lights off as they went.

“I think I’ll sleep okay with you here. Everything is easier with you here. That’s why you gotta stop falling off the damn roof. I need you here,” Robbie yawned, as they collapsed onto the bed, pulling the blankets over them.

“Goodnight, Robbie. I love you.”

“Goodnight, Sportacus… I love you too.” Robbie smiled and shut his eyes. He knew he would sleep well tonight.

Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My

Originally posted by giribyo

Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My

You huffed walking up the trail, regretting your decision to pack so many clothes and toiletries for an overnight camping trip. “Oppa are we almost there yet?” you panted looking over to Swings.

“Five more kilometers before the camp ground”

“Yah Five!?” you slumped.

Daewoong dropped to the ground face first. “Hyung…go on without me…I’m done for…”

“I fucking quit” Siyoung tossed his bag on the ground and took a seat.

You’d admit you were the first one that was excited to hear that Swings wanted to bring everyone on a retreat. You’d only been a member of Just Music for a year, it was rare that you all got to spend time like this outside of the studio or a restaurant. You couldn’t even remember the last time you actually left the city for anything. Although you imagined something a little more glamorous, you were still looking forward to going camping.

However this little hike before the camp grounds was not something you signed up for.

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Kinktober #12: Master/Slave

aka: the fluffiest master/slave AU ever. 


Hinata has a good feeling about today.

He’s trained for many long, hard years. He’s learned how to sit and stand with the best posture, how to eat in a way that looks like he’s not chewing, smile with his mouth closed and cover it when he laughs. He knows how to dance and how to read (mostly), he knows that perfume is the most alluring on the nape of the neck and backs of the knees, he knows flattery gets you nowhere, but a well-placed compliment will open doors.

He is ready.

He stands in a lineup with a group of other men and women, all of them different heights, weights, hair colors. A good variety. Most of them, Hinata is familiar with, and they are familiar with him. Most of them never thought he’d make it this far, deeming him a simple goat herder’s son.

Hinata has never been sure of why this is a bad thing. Goats can climb and eat anything, two skills he has always felt are very important in life.

The buyer that day is a wealthy merchant. Maybe not quite as illustrious as a prince or a king, but those opportunities come rarely, and this is still a good prospect. The man, it appears, is looking for a “companion” for his son. The exact role doesn’t matter—companion, concubine, sex slave, they’re all the same thing. Whatever they’re called, they’ll be fed and housed and their debts paid off. There isn’t much more desirable in life than that.

Or so Hinata thinks.

The buyer doesn’t come himself; instead he sends his son, which is appropriate. They bring the man into the viewing room, and everyone perks up because not only is this man rich, but he’s also very, very attractive. The slaves all posture like a bunch of peacocks, but barely has Hinata struck a sultry pose when the merchant’s son points and says,

“That one.”

He is pointing at Hinata. Hinata’s eyes widen.

“Me?” he squeaks, and immediately wants to kick himself. How unattractive.

But when the traders ask the man again, just to make sure, he nods and says brusquely, “Third on the left,” before turning on his heels and marching out.

Third on the left is Hinata. Just like that, he is sold.

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Signs As Traits They Definitely Always Have Always All The Time All Of Them
  • Aries: fights people. a lot. picks fights with everyone. mailman? fought him. principal? fought him. parents? john cena? lucifer himself? fought, fought, fought. fought em all. unstoppable fighting machine.
  • Taurus: eats everything???? stomach is a bottomless black hole of despair and pizza. tried touching a taurus' belly once. took two weeks to get that hand back from the void. would eat the entire planet if human mouths were made bigger.
  • Gemini: two-faced. literally has two faces. if you can't find a gemini's second face, chances are you just don't know where to look. it's there, it's watching, and it's a major bitch. avoid geminis.
  • Cancer: cries all the time. needs a lot of food and can't sleep for long periods of time. big attachment to parents. loves milk. wait, no this isn't a cancer. this is a baby. a literal, honest-to-god baby. oops. but it's a simple mistake, really. all cancers are under the age of two. indisputable fact.
  • Leo: a lion. just a fucking lion. why all lions are born between july 23 and august 22 i have no idea. it just ended up that way. don't question them on it. you're talking to a goddamn lion why would you argue about their birth. they could maul you, dude. big cat. scary cat. no fighting with the big cat allowed. quit it. no.
  • Virgo: legit perfect. good job. look at you, all clean and perfect and shit. totally fuckin adult and presentable. cool. capable. professional. honestly? nice one, virgo. give yourself a pat on the back and a well-deserved drink. you've earned it, kid. seriously, you've earned it. stop trying so hard. you're good. you're done. holy shit. stop.
  • Libra: tiny. all libras are tiny and sweet. have you ever tasted a libra? very sweet. sometimes have powdered sugar. sometimes are glazed. donut holes. i am talking about donut holes. and also libras. they are one and the same.
  • Scorpio: bitches. every last one of them. often seen with second-in-command gemini bitchface mcgee. will cut and destroy you for laughs. dont fuckin cross a scorpio, do you have a death wish?? because they will kill you. because they are all bitches. all of them.
  • Sagittarius: asshole. but very, very pleased about it. smug asshole. has no friends. none. not even the other assholes. scorpios and geminis hate them too because there is a fine line between being a bitch and just being a plain asshole. and the sagittarius is the ultimate asshole. ouch.
  • Capricorn: do you ever stop working? no, because you have no life. working is your life now. don't like work? too fucking bad, shouldn't have been born in or around january, you little shit. now you're a workaholic. that's just how the cookie crumbles, my friend. now get over your sad, sad lot in life and get the fuck back to work.
  • Aquarius: why are they so weird? they're so weird. they're like, aliens or something. holy shit are they aliens? they're actual aliens. there is one in sight and it is a literal fucking alien. it is unzipping its human suit and it is an alien. how did we even fall for this as an entire species, their disguises look like cheap party city single-use halloween costumes and they wear leg warmers. fucking. fucking leg warmers, guys. we really couldn't see past the leg warmers? guys. dudes. humans. we have failed as a species. and now we are infested with aquarius aliens. thanks a lot, adamant refusal to judge clearly outdated eighties culture. and by thanks a lot, i mean fuck you. fuck you too, aquarius.
  • Pisces: look, i'm gonna level with you here. it's the end of this long-ass zodiac post and i am exhausted. i don't have the time for this so you're just a fucking fish. my sincerest apologies, pisces. this is your pitiful destiny. resign yourself to simply being a nondescript fish with no real characteristics or personality to name. i don't understand what traits you could even possibly possess other than being a fish. water trait? sure let's, let's just fuckin go with that. i'm done. i'm going the fuck to sleep.
The Story

Request: Hey so I have an idea for a fic where the reader is a part of the pack and is a teen mom and hides it from them because she thought they would judge her and stuff?

Outfit

Masterlist

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“Come on Lily. If you’re extra good while I’m at school this week mommy will take you to your favorite playground and buy you some ice cream on Friday, okay?” My beautiful daughter eyes lit up in excitement at the promise I was making her. I picked her up and gave her a tight hug, when we pulled back she held my face in between her tiny delicate hands as she said, “Okay mommy love you be safe!” After she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek I set her down and turned to her babysitter and said my goodbyes then made my way to school.
When I was about 15 I became pregnant with my daughter Lillian Y/L/N everyone who I thought was there for me abandoned me, even my parents who kicked me out the moment I began to show. Everyone except for my grandma, she helped me get on my feet and I stayed with her until Lillian was born then she bought me an apartment in Beacon Hills when Lily was 2 and I was 17, she even gives us money every month so I don’t have to spend my free time working. 

We’ve been in here ever since and life ain’t been to bad, hardest part about all of this was hiding my daughter from my friends, it’s not that I feared being abandoned, I mean if you can’t take me for me you don’t deserve me anyways at least that’s what my grandma taught me. I just didn’t want to be judge and to become the talk of the town again. That’s another reason my parents kicked me out of the house they couldn’t take that their daughter was this huge disappointment and now she was bad talked through the town. I don’t want that for Lily, and even though the circumstances were less than ideal she is the best thing that happened to me.

When I pulled up to school all my friends were already outside surrounding my parking spot. “Hey guys how long you been out here waiting.” Lydia came and gave me hug as she said “Not to long at all Y/N, come on let’s head in.”

Tonight was Thursday and we had a pack meeting and I almost couldn’t get a sitter for Lily but thank God just in the knick of time I got a text from Tracy saying she’d make it.
I walked into Scott’s house and plopped down on the couch next to Liam, “Sorry I’m late guys got a little held up.” “Held up doing what? There’s baby powder in your face by the way.” Said Stiles in his usual curious voice. “I fell asleep and was rushing to do my makeup.” 

I wipe of the powder from my cheek as my heart beat begins to race slightly, “Are you sure is everything okay Y/N?” Ask Scott with concern written all over his face, “Yea I just also almost hit a deer on the way over, still a little shaken up but I’ll be fine in no time.”
After a swift nod of his head Scott went back to talking about whatever was the topic of discussion before I barged in. That night before I left Stiles pulled me to the side, “Y/N are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been a little off this week.” 

In all truth this was the week my parents kick me out and forced me to find my own way to provide for myself and soon to born child but I couldn’t tell him that. 

I put in a fake smile as i push aside that thought, “Yeah I’ve just been a little tired some of my grades were starting to slip so I’ve been kind of stressing out.” 

I let out a nervous laugh hoping he’ll believe me. He finally nods his head and places a hand on my shoulder, “If you need anything you let me know okay?” I nod my head and bring him in for a hug. “Thanks Stiles I’ll see you later okay.” After our farewell I make my way to my car and quickly get home to my little princess. When I get in I find Tracy sitting on the couch reading a book to Lily as her eyes grow heavy. 

She tiredly raises her head to meet my eyes, “Mommy you’re home.” Lily let’s out a tiny yawn and rubs her eyes as she walks over to me, I pick her up and give her hug, “I couldn’t miss tucking my sweet girl in could I?” 

Tracy gathers her things and makes her way to the door, I pull her payment from my back pocket and thank her as she walks out the house. “Mommy I’m happy you’re home your stories are so much better than Ms. Tracys’.” She says as she rest her head on my shoulder. I chuckle as I walk her to her room and lay her down in her bed.Once she’s tucked in I sit on the edge of her bed and begin to continue with her favorite story. 

“There once was a boy who’s name was a werewolf named Scott McCall and he had a friend who was a human but he cherished dearly named Stiles Stilinski. On this particular night the two boys were with all of their friends try to figure out how they would stop the treacherous werewolfs, the Mean Alphas!” Lily gasped and cover her mouth as she said, “Not the Mean Alphas!” I nod my head with a mock grim face, “Oh yes! Their leader Duke had their good friend Derek captive and the were going to get him back and Scott had all of his friends to help him Stiles, Allison, Lydia, and Isaac.

 They fought hard but the Alpha back was strong, was the McCall pack stronger?” Lily nods her head vigorously and I smile down at her, “You bet they were! Eventually they saved their friend Derek and defeated the Alpha pack, they even turned their leader Duke into a not so bad guy. When everything was said and done Scott and his friends all went to Derek’s and has a big celebration for their victory. “Scott thank you for coming to save me from those horrible Alphas.” Derek said to Scott, Scott looked around then Back at Derek as he said, “It took all of us to save you, and I’m happy we did. We’re a family and family always take care of each other.” The end.” 

Lily clapped her hands with a wide smile on her face, she let out another yawn as she snuggles into her bed, “Mommy Scott seems like such a nice werewolf I don’t know why Mr. Argent ever want to hurt him.” I stroked her long hair and said, “At least their friends now right?” Lily nods her head as he eyes begin to flutter shut. “Maybe you’ll be friends with him one day too.” Before she closes them all the way she stretches her arms up with a small smile on her face and I fall into her tiny embrace. 

“Goodnight mommy you’re the best mom ever. I love you.” I try to keep my tears at bay as I hug her back and kiss her forehead, “Why are you crying mommy?” Lily says as she wipes away my tears with her tiny hands, “They’re happy tears my little princess, I love you so much.” After she gives me a bright smile that I return she drifts into her sleep. I slowly creep out of her bedroom and to my own. I quickly shower and pick my clothes out then go to bed.
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School went by incredibly fast and I couldn’t wait to spend time with my little girl. “Hey Y/N you busy after school we were gonna all hang out today.” Says Malia as the rest of the pack follows behind her. I shake my head and close my locker, “Sorry I’m going to visit my grandmother today. Maybe tomorrow or something.” I say as I make my way into the parking lot.

Once I finally get home Lily is bouncing off the walls with excitement. After releasing her sitter from her duties I put her car seat in the back of my car and strap her in. “You ready for the park Lily?” “Oh yeah!” She shouts as she throws her hands up in glee. Lily and I played on the swings together and on the slides, it was such a joy to see her so happy and carefree it made me think I was doing something right. We soon finished and as we loaded back into the car Lily begins to rave about all the ice cream she’s going to get.

When we get to the shop we walk hand in hand or at least I walk while she tries to tug me along to make us get to the yummy goodness that is ice cream. We get up to the window and we get to chocolate madness supreme cones. Once we receive our cones we walk hand in hand along the sidewalk. “Y/N?” I hear my name called from behind me, I stop in my tracks at the familiarity of the voice.

I slowly turn around still holding my baby girl’s hand as I meet the eyes of everyone from the pack, they all look between me and Lily probably trying to figure out who the small girl is standing next to me. “Mommy who are those people?” “Mommy?!” They all say in unison, i let out a nervous sigh as Lily takes up refuge in my shadow. “Hey everyone I guess it about time you met my daughter, Lillian Y/L/N.” I crouch down so I’m almost level with Lillian as I look her in the eyes, “Sweetheart these are my friends you actually know some of them, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski,and Lydia Martin now these are some new people I haven’t gotten to the stories about them yet. That’s Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar and Mason Hewitt.” 

She gasp at Scott’s name and says “The Nice alpha like from my stories, why didn’t you ever tell me you knew him?!” I look back at my friends who all share shocked wide eyed expressions, I return my gaze to Lily with a small smile while I shrug and nod my head. She runs over to Scott and hugs his legs tightly, “You’re a lot taller than I thought you would be but you seem as nice as my mommy says you are, I’m so happy to get meet you!” Lily says as she smiles up at Scott he lets out a chuckle as he crouches down and hugs her back. “I’m happy to meet you to Lillian.” She steps back and says, “you can call me Lily like the flower.” Everyone chuckles as they also become acquainted with my daughter, before I know it everyone is standing around me while Liam, Mason, and Lillian chase each other around. 

“So you have a daughter.” Says Lydia, I nod my head as I look to the ground in an attempt to keep the tears from springing up in my eyes. “And you told her about the supernatural.” I nod my head again as my cheeks grow red. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a daughter?” Asked Kira with a puzzled expression, “Because I didn’t want you guys judging me because I’m a teen mom. I didn’t want that to get out and then rumors start spreading around town and my daughter is criticized and judge and looked down on because of how she was brought into the world.” 

I sniff as I wipe my eyes and look up at everyone to see their sad expressions, “Y/N we would never, with everything you know about us and everything that has happened to us you still look at us with such hope and light. That’s the same light we can see in your daughter, just because you had her while you were young doesn’t mean that you’re a bad person.” Says Stiles as Scott picks up and says, “It makes you a strong and amazing person, we can only imagine how much it takes to raise a child all by yourself. Now you don’t have to because we’ll help you. We don’t think any less of you if, anything we think even more of you.”

 I look at everyone and see the small smiles on all of their faces. Lily runs over to me and hides behind my legs has she says, “Mommy! Can we go to Scott’s house with everyone? Liam said that’s we’re everyone is going and they’ll have pizza!” I look up at Scott for his approval, he nods his head and I crouch back down to Lily. “Sure baby.”
When we get there we sit in the living room eating and chatting. I watch as Lily goes around to everyone and asking what they are. She sighs when Stiles tells her he’s a human but she laugh when he says he knows how to use a baseball bat. He tickles her but stops as he looks up at me with excitement and says, “I can teach her the ways of the force! She can watch all of the Star Wars movies and become my Padawan! I will be her obi-Wan Kenobi!” 

He lifts her up and swings her around causing her to laugh and giggle with joy. We all roll our eyes and then I look around at everyone, “I really appreciate this you guys, not just being okay with it but being so open and even going as far as to want to help me raise my daughter, you guys don’t know I much it means to me.” I smile at everyone and Scott gets up and says, “We’re a family and family always take care of each other.” Lily races over to me and sits in my lap as she look up at me with her big beautiful eyes and says, “Mommy it’s like what he said in the story!”
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Hope you guys enjoyed this, and I’m sorry for being a POS and not updating for a long time im going to try and answer at least a request a week. Love you guys and tell me thoughts on this 😍💜💕

“C'est moi que vous aimez - It’s me you love” Yay, part 2 it’s finally here!

Part 1

“That was the most embarrassing thing ever! I swear, Tikki, I’ll never get out this room again! I’m a disaster, a comple-AH!”

Marinette jumped from the bed, terrified. She had heard a noise, as if someone had thrown a pebble at her window. But that was impossible, her room was in the attic, no one could be able to do that shot! The little kwami flew and hid away, ready for the battle, in case of emergency.

Maybe she have been discovered! She didn’t pay enough attention and now she would be forced to fight in her house, with her parents right down the stairs, and she would be grounded forever and will never being able to defeat Howk Moth, and she will be forced to leave Chat Noir alone to fight the akumas all because of her clumsiness and…

“Hey there, Princess! I hope I’m not bothering you! May this stray come in your lovely chamber?”

The penholder flew right out of the window, exactly where the face of Chat was one second before.

“What are you doing here!? You scared me, you stupid cat! It’s just you, ugh!”

“Just me? That’s not very polite, Princess”

The girl went back to bed, groaning. Chat crawled inside, paying attention to where to put his feet. There were dozens of different pieces of fabrics, scissors, pens and sheets scattered all over the floor and he didn’t want to ruin anything. A pretty but unfinished blue dress stand on a mannequin beside the desk. He jumped on the mezzanine, landing right next to her; she was looking at him straight in the eyes. Chat smiled and bowed, sitting with his back supported by the balcony.

“Why are you here Chat Noir?”

Marinette calmed down enough to realize that his partner had to be there for some reason. Maybe he did found out who she really was. On second thought, she was much more agitated.

“I’ve just wanted to see you, Princess”

He was smiling, but not in the usual way. He was neither sassy nor flirty; he was just absolutely at ease.

“I haven’t heard from Ladybug, if that’s why you’re here kitty”

His expression changed completely. He seemed offended. He hopped at the end of her bed and curled up near her feet, his green, penetrant gaze fixed on her.

“I’m not here for Ladybug, I’m here for Marinette”

She realized that she have been blushing thanks to the sudden heat she perceived from her face. She couldn’t stand his stare so she turned his head around, rolling her eyes.

“What do you need, Chat Noir?”

He sneaked nearer, not a single drop of overconfidence in his attitude; he was just being completely honest with her. With Marinette. Not Ladybug. She felt her face reddening.

“I just want to talk to you. If you don’t want to I’ll vanish at your order, Princess”

She didn’t know why, but the girl felt the sudden impulse of hugging him. He seemed happy, outgoing and fearless but Marinette sensed his enormous loneliness. She never noticed that when she was Ladybug. Marinette realized how numb of a partner she was for him. She felt a sting of remorse in her gut.

“Stay”

She grabbed his hand tightly. Adrien froze for an instant, looking in her blue eyes before smiling and sat on the floor, resting his head on the bed.

“Well Purrincess, why don’t we have some chit-chat?”

Marinette sighed, took a pillow and thumped it on his head, exasperated.

“Ah! That’s not fair, I’m the knight that has to fight! Purrpare for battle!”

They pretended to fight with all of Marinette’s cushions, laughing and jumping around the room. Chat did some pretty good moves, in attempt to impress her, the girl assumed. At the end, exhausted, both plumped down on the bed giggling. They rolled, facing each other, silent for a brief moment before Marinette started to talk. A lot. She stopped only when her mother, downstairs, wished her goodnight loudly. Adrien had darted toward the window, ready to flee.

“Good night mom! It’s all right, Chat, my parents won’t ever come up here, you don’t have to leave now”

As soon as she had spoken those words, Marinette realized how awkward she sounded. She blushed vigorously, starting to blabber apprehensively. Chat Noir grinned, reached her hand and gently kissed it, shutting her up completely.

“I wish I could stay with you all night long, Princess, but your knight needs to sleep! See you tomorrow”

“Tomorrow?”

Adrien mentally slapped himself. He had almost blown up his secret identity.

“If you want to see me again, of course Princess”

Marinette blushed again, but did not stutter.

“Yes, you can come by whenever you want, kitty”

Chat leaned forward, their faces just a couple of inch apart, whispering:

“Tomeowrrow then”

She punched his shoulder then pushed him out of the window. She could heard his laugh echoing over the Parisian skyline. Under the blankets Marinette could still smelled his scent; that night she slept very well, very well indeed.

                                            ***

Adrien was really glad that Chat Noir didn’t gave back to Marinette all her stuff the night before; so now he had the chance to talk to her as himself. The thing was that she wasn’t willing to do so. She was very embarrassed by what had happened and managed to speak just a couple of words even more embarrassing and then, thanks heaven for her, the professor walked in the class. He felt bad for her, he could see how depressed she was. She was cute, but Adrien wanted her to be confident around him as she was around Chat Noir; he wanted to go out with her, talk to her and even touch her as his alter ego did.

The bell rang, marking the end of the lessons and the start of the weekend. They were all gathered in front of the school’s entrance and Adrien took the opportunity to talk to the raven-haired girl.

“Marinette, you go home on foot right?  I have to go that way too, so, if you don’t mind, we can walk together…”

She didn’t replied right away, Alya had to agree on her behalf. Adrien thought that he had messed up everything and that Marinette actually hated him, but she recomposed herself at last and smiled happily. She was shy at first but after a couple of minute of silence, she started to talk so much that he almost couldn’t reply! It didn’t matter, Adrien was relieved for Marinette didn’t despised him at all.

When they arrived at the bakery, she asked if he was hungry and invited him inside to taste some new eclairs her dad had baked that morning. They both sat down at the last empty table, together. Her mother served them with a wide smile.

“I’ve never tasted something better, those are fantastic!”

“You are fantastic, Adrien… NO! YOU’RE NOT! I MEAN, YES – NO, oh gosh I want to die, I HAVE TO GO AND DO MY HOMEWORKS!”

The boy was left there, alone and with half éclair in his mouth, startled. He shook his head and tried to pay for his tea break but Sabine rejected his money and wished him a happy weekend instead.

Back home, alone in his room, Adrien tried to figure out what had happened in those two days. He needed to talk to Marinette again but he feared that she was too embarrassed for even look him again and he didn’t want to bother her. Nonetheless, he decided to pay her a visit that night; after all, she had planned a rendezvous with Chat Noir.

                                                                                ***

Marinette was waiting for him in the terrace. She received him with a sincere smile and a blushing face. Adrien could only look at her, in awe. She walked forward to the railing where he was perched and touched his hand gently. In that precise moment, Chat Noir felt like a needle had been pierced in his chest and he had to hug her tightly, without speaking a single word. At first, she was petrified but after a couple of seconds, she hugged him back. Her hand brushed his blonde hair, gently; she perceived his hot breath on her neck, their bodies were so closed to each other that Marinette sensed his tension.

“What’s wrong, kitty? How can I help you?”  

Adrien moved away from her, just enough to being able to look at her in the eyes. Those caring, honest, blue eyes. He didn’t knew what he was doing and especially he didn’t knew why, whatever it was, it was happening so fast. All he cared about were her plump, glossy lips.

Chat Noir smoothly draw Marinette near him again and slowly kissed her.

It was brief because as soon as he realized what he were doing, Adrien pushed himself away from her and jumped off the building, emotionally knocked out.

The girl was left there, her hand on her mouth, trembling.

She had kissed Chat Noir.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Omfg I'm so excited! I've been DYING to see this scenario! I would like to request GoM (except mukkun, sorry mukkun ;-;) + Takao+ Haizaki scenario where they notice their s/o who previously was a fiery & innocent female to gradually a detached one. (Just like a fem. ver. of Aomine, but a bit more further) this is supposed to be depression but it's upto you! S/o isnt really crying or anything, she just suddenly feels as if doing anything is pointless & lazily stays at home like a cocoon.

Sorry about the short response. I wanted to make it straight to the point this time. I really like this ask and I hope this brings you some happiness! Remember that if you ever feel down or sad, talk to someone and let them know! Be blessed everyone~

 

Kuroko: You were lying on the couch with your head propped in your hands, watching television and snacking on some candy. You didn’t go out anymore and you rarely every spoke to anyone, even your boyfriend.

“_____-chan, would you like to go to the movies tonight?” Kuroko asked.

“No, thanks. Too tired.” You replied popping some more candy in your mouth.

“We have not been out in a while, ____-chan. You used to always want to go out.”

“Eh, I’m not interested, Kuro-chin. I mean, why watch a movies when we can stay here and sleep. Nothing good is out anyway.”

Kuroko stood there and stared at you in disbelief. Kuroko didn’t recognize the woman you had become. Before you used to be so fiery and outgoing, ready to take any moment by the wheel. You complimented his quiet demeanor in more ways than one, and this depressed attitude you had made him worry.

“_____-chan, I’m worried about you.” He walked around to stand in front of you and block your face from watching the Television.

“Tetsuya, you’re blocking the TV.” You were trying to avoid the path the conversation was taking.

“_____-chan, what happened to you?” Kuroko bent down face to face with you and grabbed your free hand.

“You used to drag me out of the house and now it’s the other way around. What happened to the ___-chan I used to know?”

“W-What?” You stammered. Had you really treated him that way?

“You used to be so outgoing, so feisty. Please, I want the old ____-chan back.”

Well, maybe the movies we not so bad this once.

Akashi: Akashi knew that you were a woman that needed to be kept and he knew that.  He knew that he was unfairly busy, but when you suddenly began distancing yourself from the world even when he was spending time with you, he started to worry something was wrong.

“Flower?” Akashi asked you from the back seat of his limo.

“Hm.” You were looking out the window, your chin resting on your palm.

“I arranged for us to go to dinner tonight. It should be a nice break for the both of us.”

He was very excited to treat you and show you how much he loved you but your response was less than excited.

“Oh, Seijuro, not tonight. I don’t feel like it, I’m so very tired.” You dismissively waved your hand as if to erase his request.

“Do not lie to me, flower.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed so you would look at him.

“Why would you think I’m lying?” You said looking at his emperor eyes.

“You think I would not notice my flower wilting? I see right through you, and you’re hurting. Why is that?” He tone was sad and concerned which was uncommon for the stoic King.

“I…. I am just… a bit depressed lately, is all.” You shrugged. Had you been that obvious?

“I will have him taken care of. Anyone else?”

“Seijuro, no, it’s an emotion, not a guy!” You said giggling at his detached reply.

“I do not care. Anyone or thing that hurts my flower will be eliminated.”

Seijuro knew what depression was, he just wanted to see you smile. And that you did. Bit by bit he would fix you.

Aomine knew he was not the best boyfriend. He took way too long to find cues and said the total opposite of what he really was thinking. But he sure as hell noticed when you stopped running your fingers through his blue hair and didn’t text him goodnight anymore, he had to say something, and the correct way the first time.

“Oi, ____-chin. Come here and touch my head.” He was craving some attention, and you surely were not giving it, sitting at the opposite end of his bed looking at a magazine.

“You can rub your head, Aomine.” You never looked up from the magazine.

“Hey. I want you to do it.” He sat up a bit. He could never get you to stop rubbing his head before so what really was going on with you?

“No, I’m fine here.” You flipped another page.

“____-chin, I want you to do it.” He was fully sitting up now and frowning.

“No, Aomine. Let it go.” You finally looked up at him.

Let it go?” He repeated as if you had just slapped him.

“____-chan, I just want you to—“

“Stop, Aomine! Just leave it alone! I don’t know why you want me to be affectionate with you know when all you seem to want to do is fuck me!”

What? That’s why you have been distant?

“____-chan, I didn’t know you felt that way.” He crawled on the bed to you and hugged you which effectively shut you up so he could speak.

“If you wanted more of me, you shoulda just asked.” He said smirking at you.

“No Aomine. I need more love. More cuddling, caressing, stroking. It takes me away from the voice in my head and calms me down.” Had he been so blind as to not see that you were hurting inside? Is that why his feisty and quirky ____ was suddenly so distant.

“I…. I didn’t know I made you feel that way. I love you, ____. I’ll do anything to quiet your demons, _____. He said while hugging you tightly.

Maybe cuddling with clothes on was more important than them being off.

Midorima thought that doing affectionate things in public was dishonorable. So when you would try to hold his hand or wrap your arm around his, he would jump away and act as if he didn’t like you at all. So when he went three days without feeling you try to hold his hand or walk closely to him, he was nervous.

He kept brushing his hand up against yours, silently asking your body to respond to him. You thought he was just walking carelessly and put your hands in your pockets, eyes roaming the scenery.

“_-____-chan.” You tilted your head his way, looking at him lazily.

“Hm?”

“Do-DO you want to hold HANDS?” He questions loudly, words coming out forced and sharp.

“Huh? What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Me? Y-You usually, you know, try to hold my hand o-or grab me, so I thought—“

“Key word was try, Midorima.” His head shot back in surprise at your short tone of voice.

“I would still like to t-try.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?” He was now frowning at your rude tone.

“_____. I did not read ‘rude’ in your horoscope today.”

“That seems to be all you care about, Midorima.”

“What is going on with you, ____-chan?”

“I just feel like you don’t care about anything but your silly horoscopes.”

“They are not silly, _____.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your horoscope can tell you ‘I love you’ and hold your hand for once.”

“Nothing can replace you, _____.” He said stopping at a corner of your house.

“The horoscope did not lead me to love you, you did. It’s not like your feisty remarks kept me interested, Nanodayo.” He tried his best to open his heart up to you in that moment so you would go back to the _____-chan who would grab his mind.

Maybe checking the horoscope wasn’t so bad after all.

Kise loved you just as much as he loved basketball, modeling, and selfies. He never meant to neglect you or let you get into your depression. You trusted him enough to let him know that under all that outgoing and feisty exterior, you really were very cautious in all you did. Kise believed that because you told him about this, you were already dealing with it by yourself but maybe that’s why you were arguing for the third time this weel.

“Kise, in me telling you about my depression, I thought it was clear that I needed you by my side! Not coming home at all hours of the night with reasoning why…” You trailed off quietly, beginning to not care anymore as you did with most things in your life now.

“____-cchi, I’m sorry! I didn’t know that that is what you wanted from me!” Kise was dumbfounded that you felt this way and went to grab your hands.

“I love you _____-cchi, and whatever you need from me, let me know and I will give it to you.” He was quiet and his voice quivered when he was speaking to you, letting you know he was feeling these emotions with you.

He leaned his forehead on yours with closed eyes and said,  

“My life means nothing without you as my ray of sunshine.”

Takao was a pun master. He loved making jokes and seeing others laugh, but most of all he liked to see your smile. But recently, you had been quiet when he would make a pun and would just ignore him, the outgoing and laughable ____ gone.

“And I said, ‘Would you like to meet on tsun-day, then??” He laughed out loud, arms holding his stomach from the joke yet he was the only one laughing.

You looked away and continued to make your lunch for the next day.

“Yeah, funny.”

“Yeah, it is _____, but you don’t seem to think so?” All jokes were aside now and he needed to figure out what was going on with you.

Your shoulders slumped and you looked down into your bento saying,

“Takao, I’m sorry, I just don’t feel like myself lately.” Already knowing that he was asking you why you were not laughing.

“I noticed. Are you depressed, _____?” You forgot how quick he was with those eyes of his. When you didn’t respond and just stood stationary, he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Depression is no laughing matter, _____. I would never joke about that. So please, from this moment on, be honest with me and tell me if you are feeling sad. I want to help you through it.”

You shut your eyes tightly, sad and relieved that he accepted you and all your demons.

“Stay close to me, _____. I’ll make sure I make you feel safe.”

Haizaki had a new toy and it’s name was _____. It was a shiny and sweet toy, one that all the kids wanted to play with, but he was the owner. He was possessive of his toy but with that possessiveness came neglect and abandonment and you were one who had dealt with this all your life and needed someone who would be there for you. You were quickly packing up your things, the fastest you had moved in months. Haizaki could not understand how you could suddenly make the effort to do things to leave him and not to be with him. Was he really that bad?

“Hey you. Where the fuck do you think your goin’?” He asked with his head resting on his balled up hand.

“I’m leaving.” You walked slowly to your bag and folded a shirt.

“Where the hell did this come from?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.”

What the fuck? Is that what he sounded like? Suddenly he found himself hoping he never sounded that way towards you. You were his favorite toy.

He stood up and grabbed your arm, whipping you to his chest for a hug.

“Listen,” he mumbled into your neck.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, actin’ all depressed and distant an’ shit, which is fine. We aren’t perfect. I sure as hell ain’t. But just know you are the best thing I have ever owned and…. And you should stay.”

He quickly let you go and walked over to your bag, beginning to fold some more of your clothes.

Well, this wasn’t a perfect relationship, but it was what you needed.

Grave Mistake: Chapter Four

“I made friends with a police officer today, err, yesterday.” Was the first thing out of Allen’s mouth after he had summoned Nea.


The summoned corpse in question cocked a brow as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head (more of a habit than actually needing to stretch.) “No, “Hello Nea, how are you tonight?” or  the simple,“Hey Nea.” at all? I’m hurt, kid.” Nea shot Allen a pout, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

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