i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah
yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy
towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.
come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve
done so many times before. Not romantically.
But I wish
this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years,
and I know everything about him. Only
later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong
because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.
because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face
(really, everything about him is a piece of art.)
because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also
so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.
obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…
What if he
takes it badly?
fuck up our friendship.
no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.
I can see
his mop of bronze curls from a mile away,
and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as
soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest
my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too
familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he
realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because
honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron
and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few
minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class
on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine-
History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already
since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour
and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s
it. Nothing special to look forward to.
about dinner today?” he asks.
“Sure. As a Friendship
“As a date,
I pray that
I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being
just a get-together in the name of our friendship.
But I guess
I do have something to look forward
Did I just
say that? Oh my god.
As soon as
Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to
class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I
float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.
for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”
He says it
sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great
to see him in a suit.
So I say, “Sure,
if you want to.”
He cocks his
head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”
If it means
seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m
wearing a suit.
minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and
simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of
a coconut. I have none.
minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and
that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I
head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant
where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.
I happen to
have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just
went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.
I left the
house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively
fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there
five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s
late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being
here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so
that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I
can talk in peace.
Why does our
little friendship day outing feel like a date?
in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards
me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?
probably just me.
a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and
somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the
time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the
brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.
I look at
Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.
In a black
suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look
bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly.
I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s
sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re
about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he
talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course,
This really does feel like a date. He insists on
paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.
How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.
We walk out
of the restaurant, and it’s dark.
He asks me
if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.
walking alone to his place.
And I want
to kiss him.
I stop and
turn to him.
His eyes are
bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.
it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.
what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”
I take a
step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.
“I mean…” I
go on, “You gave me that dinner.”
you for that.”
want to give you…”
close, so close.
And then he
His lips are
on mine, moving, and hot.
My arms move
slide up around his back, and he pushes me.
kissing me back.
His lips are
magical. Just what I expected.
It’s hot and
it’s cold at the same time.
honestly, I’m glad.
is kissing me.
stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m
keeping track of anything.
I’m way past
The sparks I
feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact
with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.
firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.
Simon is so good at this kissing
his jaw, his tongue.
seem to exactly what they’re doing.
I, on the
other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random
patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough?
I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.
Hey Blake. Do you have a minute? *Ruby asked as she walked into Blake's cabin within the airship they used to travel to Patch.*
*Blake looked up from her book at Ruby and set the book down.* Sure. What's on your mind?
*The hooded girl walked in right to the chair across from the bed where her friend sat, taking a seat as she claps her hands together and takes a deep breath through her nose.* ... I'll get straight to the point. *Ruby said pointing at Blake after a moment of silence.* You are in love with my sister right?
*At this the cat Faunus's ears short straight up.* E-Excuse me?
My sister. You. In love with her. Correct? *Ruby phrased.*
*Blake stared at the younger huntress who stared unblinking at her.* I... What brought this up?
Blake, It has been nearly a year, A YEAR, since we last saw each other and after we all got back together you haven't been about to take your eyes off her. *Ruby said bluntly.* Even after you told us all why you left, you kept looking at Yang.
*At first Blake's nervousness grow at the fact Ruby has taken notice to her inability to keep her eyes off of her sister, worried that it meant Yang surely noticed as well, until she pushed those thoughts away and thought it be best to create a small lie.* Ruby. I was looking at her arm. I know I shouldn't have but I just couldn't help but feel awful about what happened to her bec- *Blake started, knowing that it was partly true due to the heart break and guilt she felt when she first saw the robotic arm. Unfortunately, Ruby instantly called her bluff.*
Uh-huh. Because we all know Arms come in different colors and are in our head. How else do we see? Oh wait those are our eyes. *Ruby sarcastically claimed, rolling her eyes while Blake frowned at being caught in the lie.* Sigh. Blake. I'm not judging you. It's okay if you do love Yang. Heck, I would be really happy I may get another sister if you do.
You... You would? *Blake questioned with some surprise.*
Yeah. Of course. *Ruby smiled happily.* Why?
Well I mean, I'm... You know. *Blake muttered as she wiggled her ears.*
What? Because you're a girl too? Come on Blake you know me and Yang.
No Ruby. I'm talking ab-wait what? *Blake stopped mid-sentence as she was once again surprised by her team leader.* You and Yang are... gay?
Yeah. Well, I am. Yang is bi. *Ruby said slightly blushing.*
Heh, Looks like me and Yang have more in common then I thought. *Blake fought the urge to smile at the new information he learned about her partner, wishing she knew sooner but shook her head.* Anyway, what I meant before was because I'm a faunus.
Blake. You being a faunus doesn't matter to any of us. In fact, I'm going to let you in on a secret only if you answer my question about how you feel about Yang and promise me something.
*Ruby stood up from the chair and moved next to Blake.* Promise me that you will never leave us, leave Yang, again. That you'll come to us and let us help and protect you, no matter what. *Ruby then wrapped her arms around Blake to pull her into a hug.* We are family, Blake. We love you just as much as you love us. One of us even more. *she whispered that last bit.*
. *Blake smiled as she returned the hug and after a few seconds spoke softly.* I promise... and yes.
Glad to hear and to have you back Blake... Just know that if you break Yang's heart I will never forget you.
Hehe, Glad to be back Ruby. And Trust me, I will never leave her or any of you again. *Blake said, Watching Ruby smile then rise from the bed and headed towards the door.* Wait Ruby. What's the secret?
*She paused at the doorway and looked back over her shoulder with a teasing smile.* Yang Reeeeeeally loves your cat ears. *That said Ruby disappear with a trail of rose petals leaving a blushing Blake alone with her thoughts.*
I'm in love with my best friend but we're both in relationships with other people and I feel like a terrible person heeeelp.....
you came to me, so either you don’t know what kind of person i am, or you want to hear what other people aren’t going to tell you.
you are the only person you HAVE to live with for the rest of your life. friends and crushes are transient, but every choice you make, you will have to live with. if you value your friendships over your romantic feelings, don’t act on them. if you do, you don’t have a guarantee your best friend will return them, and both your significant others will be hurt/hate you if you pursue this person.
but. if you will regret this for years to come, and it’s real, and you’ve felt this way for a while, then pursue your best friend. steal them from their significant other and ditch your partner.
you have low stakes, low reward and high stakes, high reward. i’ve been accused of stealing hina from her ex, and yeah, that’s probably true. i definitely pursued her at the expense of my friendship with her ex. but i don’t regret it. i love hina more than i valued my friendship with her ex. the only thing i regret is pretending that i would try to not flirt with hina to her ex. i should’ve owned that i was infringing on a relationship.
does that make me a terrible person? probably. but anyone who has a problem doesn’t have to live with me. //i// have to live with me. and i would’ve been incredibly upset if i gave up hina.
so i pose the question to you: which do you value more? and are you willing to take the risk?
well! (O v O) <3 this is the OTP i was talking about in >this< post earlier… heheh… (^ 3 ^);; at the outset of this piece i was feeling really down, and thought it might turn out quite depressing… but (o w o) it was actually really cathartic <3 and i think it ended up kind of bittersweet (^ v ^) so~ i’m feeling oddly peaceful now. i… i really just want the angry boy and the sweet boy to be happy… *so much sighs* i’m being facetious of course~ lol ~ but i do hope at least some of you enjoy this. it makes me think a lot about the people i value and how much i hope they know i love them <3
I sighed and sat the tablet running the stream on Titus’
phone on the coffee table. I wasn’t even sure why I was still listening in – we
were supposed to meet up at Fermin’s this weekend to discuss plans of doing a
raid on his house and their main lab simultaneously. I guess just hoping to
find something else out before then. Or maybe to feel productive. I don’t know.
“Ah, ah, Tito! Mas
“Baby,” grunts and the
squeaking of bedsprings filled my living room, “don’t call me ‘Tito’ when we’re
That was enough for tonight; I disconnected the feed and
turned on the news. I could hear it through the walls I shared with my
neighbors, I might as well watch it, too. Since leaving Yulian behind at the apartment
where we were surveilling Tito, I
hadn’t spoken or seen him. He tried calling me the day after, but I didn’t
answer my phone – largely because I was pissed at myself for not turning him
down back there and even more so that I almost felt like apologizing for the
conversation that followed.
Which I would not fucking do.
He had been notably absent then. Good, I had thought. I have always craved having a space that was
just mine – to have somewhere to be alone – since I was a child. And now that I
I grimaced and pulled out some nail polish. I just needed to
redirect my energy somewhere else. I had been
productive in the past two weeks; I found their main lab after listening in for
so long, skimmed enough money from the Landgraab trust fund to pay my bills,
and started working on my version of Simder.
But, oh god, I was so bored.
So much so that the highlight of my recent days was to go out on walks
where I’d hassle discounts from vendors who didn’t know who I was or who I was
with – they were the most challenging.
I looked down at my chest; the bite marks he had left on me had faded finally.
Though he had left marks in my apartment, a toothbrush, deodorant, cologne, and
clothes. I had taken to wearing his hoodie out – it smelt like him too, but
that was even beginning to fade. I was okay with that. I meant what I’d said.
or the one where Phil Lester is a ghost that watches Dan Howell grow up and slowly falls in love.
genre: angst, a bit of smut
tw: swearing, physical fights, homophobic slurs, self-harm mentions, talk of suicide (IMPORTANT: there is another large trigger further on in the story, but to avoid spoilers, the warning will appear before the scene with the trigger occurs)
Imagine Mike and El in college sending handwritten letters and postcards back n forth and wearing cozy sweatshirts of each other’s university and surprising each other with a visit on their birthdays and reassuring each other on the phone when life gets difficult or classes are overwhelming and El sending Mike polaroid pictures of little things she finds beautiful and Mike writing her dorky love poetry and mailing little boxes of their favorite books and pressed flowers and kinds of tea to each other
I keep getting so close, then you shut the door. I can feel us connecting again and then suddenly it stops. Our hearts will be beating and then I sigh because I know that I heard yours stop. I know that you're right for me. If only you could realize that I'm right for you. Call it unrequited love, but I say you just haven't let me prove myself again. You loved me once and all I want you to do is love me again. I know that I betrayed you and I know that I cut you where you bleed most. I'm so sorry. I see you with everyone else, but I know that you're not really happy. You can tell me that I'm being delusional and maybe a part of me is, but I say it'd be foolish to not realize that you're doing the same. All you're doing is replacing me with various restocks and I've tried doing the same. The reality is we're the originals and you can't beat that. Still, I keep writing things to say to you and then deleting it, knowing you won't ever hear me. I guess that just makes me a sad girl because I know our words would be beautiful if you would just turn on your heart again.
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this is such a sweet message and i’m so sorry it took me like a month to fill your request, omg. i hope you like this!
we toss it in the air and spin it around now?” Baekhyun asks, staring at the
just-stirred pizza dough in the mixing bowl.
laughs. “No, we’re kneading it,” he says. “Here, I’ll show you.”
sprinkles flour on the cutting board, then scrapes all the dough from the bowl
and drops it onto the stick-resistant surface. He rolls it around a bit to form
it into a ball, sprinkles more flour, and starts working the dough,
demonstrating how to stretch it with the heel of his palm and then roll it back.
he says, “Now do what I just did,” and steps a bit to the side to let Baekhyun
give it a try, Baekhyun just stares at the ball of dough a little skeptically. “What?”
wasn’t paying attention,” Baekhyun says with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I was
just… watching your hands and I got distracted. They’re nice hands,” Baekhyun
adds. “I appreciate them.”
raises his eyebrows, caught between amusement and exasperation.
This is post-10 hearts if you go visit him in the clinic the same day.
I mean, seriously. He’s probably doodling hearts in the margins of his scratch paper (not within the actual medical note as that would not be good if they were needed for legal reasons) and sighing happily as he stares off into space, reliving their kiss (and more?) over and over again. He’d be all smiles all day.
Probably touches his lips too, unable to believe it really happened.
Well, if John Watson being happy and raising his baby daughter, trying to give her a happy childhood despite the fact that her mother and his wife died, ISN’T NORMAL for you, then I really don’t and don’t want to get your definition of “normality”.