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A Nightmare to Remember

A friend requested angst, and I did NOT hold back.  Enjoy :)

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Word Count: 1,649

Pairings: Prinxiety

Warnings: blood, sword injury, nightmares, brief anxiety attack

Virgil felt his breath knocked out of him as his back made solid contact with the wall.  He scrabbled at the hand pinning his throat, struggling to put oxygen back into his body.  The familiar hazel eyes looked alien to him, filled with rage and disgust as they were.

“Pathetic,” Roman spat, as he dropped a coughing, gasping Virgil to the ground.  “I pretended to love you for so long, and you were desperate and stupid enough to believe me.  Well, now I’m bored.  You disgust me.”  Virgil shook as Roman raised his sword with a twisted smile.  “You will always be the villain, Anxiety.”

Fight or flight, fight or flight…

He froze.  Virgil froze, looking up at Roman, the man he loved, bringing the sword down…

And suddenly he was in his bed, drenched in sweat, his mouth open in a scream that had torn his voice to shreds.

There were hands on his shoulders, and a voice, but he couldn’t make sense of what it was saying, and he looked up to see those hazel eyes.  He jerked away, still caught up in his nightmare, not registering that those eyes were filled with concern rather than hatred.

He couldn’t breathe, all he could feel was a hand at his neck, squeezing, squeezing mercilessly.  His clothes suddenly felt restricting, and he clawed off his soaked pajamas desperately.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, then Roman was beside him, not daring to touch him again, but holding his hands up.  Virgil still couldn’t process Roman’s voice, and he shook his head, scrabbling at his ears.  Roman held up four fingers, then seven, then eight.  4, 7, 8… 4, 7, 8…

Virgil repeated the numbers to himself, counting out his breathing, failing, and starting over, until he had completed the pattern a few times.  He could breathe again, he could hear again.  Unfortunately, that included the nightmare echoing in his ears, “You’ll always be the villain, Anxiety.”

“Virgil,” Roman whispered.  “Virgil, please.  Please, my love, tell me what’s wrong.”  Virgil just shook his head.  “Let me get you some water.  Will you be ok?”  Virgil gave a stiff nod, and Roman left quickly.

Roman returned with a glass of water, and Virgil drank it all in one gulp.  “Careful, love,” Roman cautioned.  When Virgil had set the glass aside, he ventured, “Can you tell me what the nightmare was about?”

Virgil shook his head.


He shook his head again.


No answer.

Roman sighed, sitting back on his heels.  “Virgil, you haven’t slept properly in weeks because of these nightmares.  Please, let me try to help you.”

Virgil shook his head again and promptly stood, pulling on his hoodie and some sweats, and walked to the kitchen, leaving Roman to sigh behind him.

It was just a dream.  It wasn’t Roman, it wasn’t.  Roman loved him…

He paced for several minutes, before Patton walked in.  He jumped at the sight of Virgil, before laughing off his nervousness.  “Oh, hey, Virgil.  What are you doing up at this hour?”  He frowned as he stepped closer.  “You alright there, kiddo?”

Virgil hesitated, then shook his head.  He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand seeing the man he loved try to kill him every night.  He had to tell somebody.  So he did.

He told Patton everything, the nightmares he had been having and for how long.  “…And I know, I know he loves me, but it just feels so real, Patton.  I can’t stand it, I don’t know why–”

He was cut off by a puffy-eyed Roman entering the kitchen.  “So that’s why…that’s why you’ve been so scared of me.”  Virgil couldn’t speak.  Roman wasn’t supposed to hear.  It wasn’t his fault, it was Virgil’s.  “I didn’t want to bring it up, but did you think I didn’t notice how you flinch away from me?  How you stiffen up if I touch you at all?”

Virgil finally took a step towards him.  “Roman…”

Roman started stepping back, “N-no.  Do you really believe I’d ever hurt you?  How many ways do I have to show my love for you before you actually believe me?”

“No! Of course I don’t believe that! They’re just dreams! I can’t help them!”  But Roman was already gone, the slam shut of his door echoing through Virgil’s bones, chilling him.

Virgil froze, his breathing shallow, then whirled around to face Patton, who had been watching silently.  “What do I do?!”

Patton took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had gathered in his eyes.  He moved forward to hug Virgil, whispering calmly, “First, we’re gonna get you to calm down.  Breathe with me, buddy.”

Virgil struggled to maintain some deep breaths, scrabbling to push away his frenzied thoughts.  He had ruined everything, he had hurt Roman, he had to find Roman.  He had to…  He sobbed heavily, sagging into Patton’s arms, who held and rocked him.

He finally managed to calm down, evening out his breathing, hiccupping some final shallow gasps.  He pulled away from Patton, who smiled reassuringly at him.  “Everything will be ok, kiddo.”

Virgil didn’t quite believe it, but forced himself to nod.  He stood, steeling himself to find Roman, who had likely conjured some monsters to fight to vent his frustrations.

Virgil approached Roman’s room, turning the knob slowly, preparing himself for whatever dreamscape the other side had conjured.  He stepped through to find…nothing.

There was an empty expanse all around him.  “R-Roman?” he whispered.  No response.

“Roman!” he called louder.  Still nothing.  Then…a chuckle.

The darkness seemed to shift, gathering around a form, then falling away to reveal Roman.  Roman…but not his Roman, the real one.  It couldn’t be.

This Roman was the same as the one in his nightmares, eyes burning with hatred and disgust.  It gave Virgil a twisted smile, purring, “Aw, Hot Topic came looking for me.”

“Y-You’re not Roman.”

“Really?  You’re having a hard time convincing yourself of that.”

“Sh-shut up!  What have you done to Roman?”

“I haven’t done anything to him.  He created me, presumably to fight me, but he underestimated the power of your fears, Virgil.  If anyone’s done anything to him, it’s you.  Once again, you’re the villain.”

Virgil’s heart dropped.  Not-Roman took a step towards Virgil, who stepped back.  Another step.  And another.  Until Virgil found himself backed against a wall.  No.  Not again.

A low, dark chuckle, “Looks like you have nowhere to go, Anxiety.”  A sword raised.

Virgil closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.  He didn’t want this Roman to be the last thing he saw.  He braced himself for the end.

A clang burst against his ears, and his eyes flew open to see Roman, his Roman, the real Roman, struggling to keep his sword held steady against the other’s blade.

With an immense shove, Roman sent the doppelganger staggering backward.  But the nightmare didn’t slow, it spun, bringing its sword down, as Roman parried, blocked, fainted left and right, until they moved so fast that Virgil couldn’t tell which was which.

Finally, Not-Roman fell, appearing unmoving, and Roman turned to Virgil with concern.

Virgil didn’t have time to say a word or even smile, as a silver blade suddenly drove itself through Roman, dark red blooming outwards from the wound, staining his white tunic.

“N-n-no!”  Virgil released a choked scream as Roman fell to reveal the monster standing behind him.  It was no longer smiling, just sneering down at Roman.

“You’re insufferable.”  It kicked Roman once in the side for good measure, causing him to gasp out in pain.

Virgil ran forward, dropping down beside Roman, taking off his hoodie and using it to desperately press down on the wound.

“V-Virgil, you shouldn’t have c-come…” he tried to speak, but Virgil shushed him.

“Don’t talk, Roman, don’t talk.  What were you thinking?!”  Tears gathered, but Virgil furiously blinked them away.  He had to help Roman.

Weakly, Roman reached up to cup his cheek.  “I will always protect you, my love.”

Virgil watched as the last of the life drained from Roman’s eyes, felt his hand drop from his cheek, heard his last faint breath.  “No,” he squeaked, “No, please, Roman, I love you.”

Above them, the monster snorted.  “You’re both pitiful.  And you’ll both die together.”

It raised its sword again, but froze as Virgil looked up at it.  There was nothing less than pure rage in his eyes.  “You’re gonna regret being created.”

Virgil grabbed Roman’s fallen sword, and stood.  He had no idea how to use it, but he didn’t care.  Adrenaline and anger spurred him on, carefully stepping around Roman before swinging furiously.  He wasn’t strong, but he was fast, faster than Roman had been, faster than this monster was.  He moved like lightning, and finally he struck, and it froze, glaring at him for a second before crumbling into dust.

Virgil ran back to Roman’s side, finally letting the tears fall.  Around him, the darkness began fading away, and they were soon back in Roman’s room, any evidence of the dreamscape gone.

Roman gasped out as his wound closed and the blood faded from his tunic.  He groaned, “I hate dying.”  Virgil gave a stunned, teary laugh, hugging Roman so tightly, Roman thought he’d suffocate.  “Can’t…Virge, gotta breathe.”

Virgil let him go instantly, mumbling, “Sorry.”

Roman’s eyes softened, “No, I’m sorry.  It was stupid to blame you for something that wasn’t your fault.  Will you forgive me?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, kissing him fiercely instead of answering.  Roman gasped in surprise into the kiss, but returned it.

When they pulled away, Virgil said firmly, “Just don’t be so stupid to manifest my nightmares ever again, ok?”

Roman nodded, allowing Virgil to help him up onto the bed.  Exhausted as they were, they fell asleep quickly, holding each other.

And for the first time in weeks, Virgil did not dream.

Winter’s Loss

Here’s my truce gift for this year! (take two via tablet since the cell phone ate the formatting 0_0)

@astrophantompines asked for Vlad angst or H/C. I tried to get a little bit of both in there? Much thanks to @cordria for beta reading and helping me out with the ending! I hope you enjoy, and Merry Christmas!


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Maddie was dead.

It was a brilliantly clear, bright winter’s evening. A thick coating of snow covered the ground, glittering in the cool blue light of a waxing moon; bare black tree branches created a delicate network of shadows across the ground that slipped by field by field.

All of this natural beauty was wasted on Vlad Masters, whose barely-contained fury turned his eyes–and therefore the landscape–red. Maddie was dead, victim of a petty cruelty. She was dead, and that was the end of it.

He carried a bulging sack slung over one shoulder, and the odd angles of metal that ground into his shoulder blades only served to fuel his wrath. He’d gotten his vengeance, but it did little to soften the acid eating into his heart.

Little strings of lights winked up at him from a few far-flung farmhouses. They cast soft haloes of red, green and gold onto the snow, all so discordantly festive. Maddie was dead. Just in time for Christmas.

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All the Love in the World (2)

Author: Adrianna99 (@iwritebetterthanispeak)

Rating: G

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(Day 2: Leisure)

It was well known that Yuuri played a lot of video games.  He had several online friends he gamed with, he and Phichit often had marathon gaming sessions when they had rest days, and it was even in his profile on the official JSF website.

One thing a lot of people didn’t know about Yuuri, however, was his covert interest in amateur magic tricks.  It had started as a teenager, when he happened to see a video of an American magician performing party tricks online, and quickly evolved into almost a defense mechanism.  The ability to be able to perform shoddy magic tricks, a novelty at his high school, kept any potential bullies entertained when Yuuko or Takeshi weren’t around, as Yuuri really didn’t want to resort to violence when given a hard time about his weight or his “gay skating.”

Yuuri first told Phichit about his interesting hobby his fourth year in America.  Admittedly, they had been drinking in anticipation of their rest day the next day, and if he had been just a little less tipsy Yuuri might have kept things to himself and avoided the inevitable gentle teasing from Phichit.  He wasn’t a little less tipsy.

“Phichit,” Yuuri said with a laugh, dropping heavily onto his roommate’s bed in their dorm room.

“Mmhm?” Phichit said from where he was nursing a cheap beer and reading The King and the Skater fanfiction on his phone.

“Lookit what I can do,” Yuuri said with a wide grin, and then scrabbled behind Phichit’s ear before pulling a dime, a piece of dryer fluff, and a Kit-Kat bar seemingly from nowhere.

Phichit- more of a lightweight than Yuuri- stared wide eyed at what lay in the palm of Yuuri’s hand, distracted from his reading.  “Yuuri!” he whined, picking up the coin.  “Why didn’t you tell me you went to Hogwarts?”

Yuuri giggled again, dropping the fluff on the ground and opening the Kit-Kat before taking a large bite.  “I can do more,” he said, delighted at the expression on his best friend’s face.  “Wanna see?”  Phichit nodded vehemently, slightly drunken awe in his eyes.

Yuuri slid bonelessly off the bed and scooted towards his bedside table, digging a deck of cards out of the drawer.  He staggered back over to Phichit and fell on top of his friend’s legs, somehow not spilling a drop of his mostly-empty drink.  “Pick one,” he ordered, clumsily shuffling and spreading the cards.  With intense concentration, Phichit picked a card.

“Remember that,” Yuuri said, and then took the card back and shuffled it into the deck as Phichit watched with rapt attention.  Yuuri squinted at the cards, and then teased one out of the deck.  “Is this yours?” he asked, and Phichit’s eyes widened further.

“It is!” he exclaimed reaching out to take the ace of hearts before studying it.

“I can do another,” Yuuri told him, taking the card back impatiently.  He shuffled, held the deck out, and had Phichit pick a card.  When his friend had studied the card for a bit, Yuuri took it back and shuffled it in.

“Is this your card?” he asked, holding up the four of diamonds.  Phichit shook his head, looking disappointed.

“What about the one in your pocket?” Yuuri asked, leaning back with a smug smile.

Phichit blinked, and then rummaged in the pocket of his too-big sweatshirt before pulling out the two of clubs.  “Noooo…” he said sadly.  “That’s not it either.”

Yuuri grinned, draining his drink.  “The one in your hamster’s cage, then?” he asked.

Phichit stared at him and then got up and shuffled across the room, plucking the playing card out from between his hamster cage and the table it was sitting on.  “This is it!” he exclaimed, staring in amazement at the seven of spades in his hands.  He turned back to Yuuri.  “How’d you do that?”

Yuuri didn’t answer.  Yuuri was already asleep.


“Thank you so much for watching the kids,” Yuuko said gratefully, trying to pull her shoe on and talk to Yuuri at the same time.

Yuuri chuckled.  “No problem, of course,” he said.  “You and Takeshi deserve a night out.”

“We’re responsible,” Viktor added, putting a hand on Yuuri’s shoulder and smiling.  “I’m sure we can handle the triplets for a few hours.”

“Just a warning,” Takeshi said as he pulled on his jacket.  “They’re a little temperamental today.  Axel and Lutz are having an argument about something or other, and Loop is just egging them on.”

“We’ve got it, Yuuko, enjoy your dinner,” Yuuri insisted, gently ushering his friend out the door.  Yuuko smiled again, and then closed the door behind her.

Yuuri made eye contact with his fiancé.  They were back in Hasetsu to pack up Yuuri’s things to move to Russia, but when Yuuri had heard that Yuuko’s babysitter had cancelled on them he had volunteered himself and Viktor for the night.

“What now?” Viktor asked, but before Yuuri could answer an enraged shriek echoed from the other room.

“I guess we should check that out,” Yuuri sighed.  Viktor nodded ruefully, and the two men walked quickly into the other room, where they found Axel and Lutz being held apart by a giggling Loop.

“What’s going on here?” Viktor asked in his endearingly accented, slightly clumsy Japanese.

“I don’t know!” Loop exclaimed.  “But it’s fun to watch!”

Yuuri looked around desperately for something to distract them.  Knowing the triplets, the internet had caused the problem in the first place, so it probably wasn’t a good solution.  He spotted a pile of coins on a table next to the door, and his fingers twitched as he suddenly remembered an old party trick, an old defense mechanism, an old hobby.

“Hey, careful, or you’ll shake all the coins out from behind your ears,” Yuuri said quickly, stepping into the room ad palming the coins as he passed.  Viktor gave him a confused look, a look mirrored by the triplets.

“What?” Axel and Loop said in unison, and Lutz just wrinkled her nose.

“See, look,” Yuuri said, kneeling in front of Axel and manipulating one of the coins in his hand so it looked like it was coming from behind her ear.  Axel stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed, and in her distraction Yuuri “pulled” a coin from out of Lutz’s ponytail.

“You’re just holding them in your hand,” Loop scoffed, crossing her arms and pouting at him.  Yuuri raised an eyebrow, and then shoved his sleeves up his arms and showed her his bare hands before pulling a coin from behind her ear.

Loop blinked uncertainly when he handed her the coin, and then said hesitantly, “That’s not magic.”

Yuuri snapped his fingers, and then showed her the chocolate candy in his palm.  “Isn’t it?”

Axel and Lutz both made a grab for the candy, but Yuuri closed his fist.  “Nope, not until you admit it’s magic,” he said, opening his hand again to show them his empty palm.

“It’s magic!” Lutz exclaimed, and Axel nodded vehemently in agreement, followed a moment later by Loop.  Yuuri chuckled, and then opened his hand again to show them the three candies and a few more coins in his hand.  The triplets grabbed for them.

“Show me how you do that,” Loop demanded, mouth full of chocolate.

Yuuri grinned.  “Alright.  Go meet me in the living room,” he said, and then stood as the triplets ran out of the room, quarrel forgotten.

“Oh my god,” Viktor breathed, eyes wide and on Yuuri.  “Marry me.”

Yuuri laughed and stepped forward, kissing his fiancé.  “I’m already planning on it,” he whispered.  His fingers brushed Viktor’s cheek, and then Yuuri was holding a gold ring in his hand, a ring he had just “pulled” from behind Viktor’s ear.

Viktor looked down at his bare ring finger, and then smiled when Yuuri slid the engagement ring back on before kissing it.  “You’re magic,” he whispered.

Bruce Wayne Imagine

Bruce helps you escape a troubled relationship (short)

Bruce saw.

He saw that behind your breathing, behind your small smile, behind your darting eyes, and behind your fidgeting of your fingers, that this was all a lie. Your heart was in someone else’s hands, but it did not belong. It did not fit. The maker wasn’t right. He saw your fingers pinch and crumple when the veins of stress bared too much. You never knew that he knew. You always took pride in your ability to slide by without any detection. But he was Bruce Wayne, Bat of Gotham, of course he would notice.

When you first told him, he was happy. Your smile lit up his face as you sat across each other on the couch. His arms leant on his knees, chin leaning on his hands. You told Bruce all about him. The way you met, the way he held you, treated you. It was like a dream, one to hold onto forever. Bruce was happy, he had known you for awhile, and he had wanted more than anything for you to be happy. So he complied.

Was he ecstatic? No. A small part of him felt like you were being taken away and placed in the hands of someone else. But you told him not to worry. You told him you’d never be with someone  who made you push others away. You were strong minded, you had power to your punch; you were not a damsel.

But even the hardest fall. They can even cascade.

It started when you would be in the company of Bruce and Alfred, harmlessly sitting; talking. Bruce handed you a cup of tea, sipping his own whilst sitting down. Your phone would buzz, the shock starling you. You would read it, a message appearing insisting that you come home so you could hang out and watch movies. Of course you couldn’t comply. But you were with Alfred and Bruce, basically family. But no, the next message sent would beg, sending streams of guilt, as he sent sad faces and told you he already bought ice-cream and chocolate. You would excuse yourself, your eyes unaware of Bruce’s downing face. Truth be told he loved your company, he felt home when you were with him, a feeling very rarely found in his life. But that feeling was slowly ruined, when all that was left in the room was Alfred, himself, and a untouched steaming cup of tea.

Of course you felt guilty. Your heart was crushed, and it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Soon it was every hour of everyday. You phone would buzz, asking for details about where you were, and what you were doing. If you’d be home and when or why not. You started to groan  at every message sent. Your eyes rolling and your eyes tired. Tired of letting him know your every whereabouts. When sitting with Bruce, helping him work the design for a new weapon, your phone would buzz. Once it buzzed. Twice it buzzed. Three times it buzzed. Bruce would look at your phone, and then to you, your head down, ignoring its moving ring. Bruce noticed, that with every buzz, your face would flinch. Four times it buzzed. Fourth time you flinched. The echoed buzz was crawling into your ear, scrabbling your brain. You dropped the screwdriver, it’s metal clinging on the metal bench. 

You picked up your phone. He wants you home. Now. Why weren’t you home five minute ago? You need to home now. Where are you? Who are you with?!  You look to Bruce, telling him softly you have to go. He nods, walking you up to the front door. He opens it for you,looking at your face. It was tired, almost in dread. He offers another day to meet. You say you’ll see, you’re not sure when you’re free. He looks at you, saying that you were almost always free before. And then you leave, without a goodbye, nor a look in the eyes. That whole time, your eyes were on the ground, staring at his feet. It looked as if you were almost talking to them, asking for help. Bruce didn’t know if he offended you or not, so he would make sure to check up on you later, to ask if you were okay. He wasn’t good in these situation. Should he wait to give you time? or ask you soon?

When you got home, you were bombarded with questions that reached your ear and crushed your heart. The guilt was plagued on you, the loud voice infesting your mind. You looked in his eyes, they were not the eyes you once fell in love with. Or were they? Had he given you a facade to fall in love with? A mask to later take off?  You apologize, saying it won’t happen again. He takes your car keys off you, telling you he’ll drive you places from now on. You stand there, feeling lost and alone in your own house.

The next day, Bruce asks if you would like to come over to finish working on the project. You tell him to wait a minute. You place the phone down, staring at your hands. You build up courage, guts, to stand up, and walk to where he is. You slowly ask him, in a quiet and unruly voice, if he could drive you to Bruce’s house. He looks at you and smiles. He tells you to get your stuff, you’ll be going soon. He smiles. He smiled. Maybe this was just a bad faze? Maybe it will go away?! Maybe it can be how is once was.

You enter the car, small talk swirling between you two. He stops out the front, and looks to you, smiling while he does, he kisses your cheek and then you smile softly. He tells you he’ll pick you up in an hour. Your smile drops. You’ll need longer than that. His eyes then infest your own. He grunts, and lets you get out, willing to let you stay a little longer. You get out quickly, and walk to the front door. As soon as the very first step enters the house as Alfred let’s you in, your phone buzzes. Are you inside? I can still see you! I’ll pick you up in an hour! Last time you wear that to Bruce’s!

You ignore them. Why are you ignoring my message?! Answer me you worthless woman! You head straight down to the Batcave. There you find your happiness in the grease and dirt, the oil and Bruce. He makes you laugh like you hadn’t in a long time, he makes you cry of happiness like you hadn’t before. He makes you feel alive like you hadn’t before. And then your phone buzzes. Once, twice, so many times  it begins to merge into one into one giant scream. You flinch and ignore it, Bruce watching as you do. A tear slips your eyes as the frustration gets to much. Bruce walks over to you, a hand on your shoulder. He asks if you’re okay.  You simply give him your phone, and he begins to read. The messages, the psychological abuse. His rage builds, his anger rising. His sadness under the layers. He takes your hand, and sits you down on the couch. He kneels in front of you, a hand on your cheek,

“This isn’t love,” He says. 

You look up at him, tears running down softly. You sniffle, and nod, flinching as it buzzes again. He’s out the front. Bruce takes your phone, and places it in his pocket. His suit shirt is rolled up at the sleeves. He pulls you up, and he walks you out of the Batcave, into the manor, and out the front. He spots the car, and in it, him. Bruce tells you to stay, and he walks up to him, leaning on his car door talking to him through the window. There’s yelling, and Bruce’s muscles flex at every word Bruce says. You stand there, watching, deciding to move forward when he points to you through the car, his eyes angry at you. You place a hand on Bruce’s back, letting him know you’re here. You tell him you’ve had enough, and that it’s over. He’s angry and begins yelling, Bruce tells him not to yell at you,  and then he speeds off, a dust trail lining behind him. Bruce pulls you into him tight, letting you know you can stay with him the night. You accept the offer, and lean into him. You both walk inside, the clouds starting to form rain. Alfred begins to make up some hot chocolate down in the Batcave, and you smile graciously. Bruce hands you a cup of hot chocolate, sipping his own as he sits down. You all talk, laughing and lightening the mood. You sit back, no feeling of anxiety, nor fear, you sit and laugh, grateful for the beautiful man, named Bruce. Whilst you sat and laughed as Alfred told of old stories and wonderful times, Bruce watches the smiles that ceased to existed on your face before, grateful he has the old you back.

– wrote this one a little differently, i only wanted the only speech to be “This isn’t love”. Not sure why, i guess a stylistic choice, but yeah.

–Also note, that abuse doesn’t need to be physical to be abusive. You should be happy and treated as if you deserve the world, and that goes the other way too, treat each other with waves of respect and love. 

–Have a good day!



You and Jin tae had been sitting quietly for hours. You were doing your homework and he was grading some papers. You usually didn’t mind the silence, but it was starting to get to you. You glanced at the clock to see it was a few minutes passed midnight. Jin tae got up from the dining table and grabbed his mug.

Before he could ask you sighed. “No thank you”

He frowned looking at you, a bit surprised at the answer to the question he was about to ask. “Oh…Are you ok?”

Setting your book down you frowned. “I’m ok… I’m just…Ugh we’re like an old married couple.” The beginning of your relationship was steamy hot sex. Any moment you had free was spent under him.

“What do you mean?” he walked over to you, taking a seat on the couch.

“You’re predictable…Hell I’m predictable. All we do is just…this” you gestured at the papers on the table.

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Ariana Grande merch $40 and under

Since a majority of this fandom is disappointed with the basic, overpriced merch– I decided to make this masterpost. It’s divided into categories and nothing is over 40$. Keep in mind everything on here is from etsy, there are other sites where you can get cute, cheap merch too. There are also sites where you can make your own. 

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