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Long Distance (Chapter Four)

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“Tony.” Pepper ran a comforting hand over his shoulder. “Tony, are you alright?”

“Just leave me alone.” Tony was alternating between scribbling nonsense into a notebook and staring out the window at nothing. “Nothings wrong, just leave me alone.”

“Did something happen with Steve?” She asked softly. “I know you’re not answering his texts anymore.” Tony flinched away from her and she sighed. “Oh Tony. I’m sorry. What happened?”

“He has a boyfriend.” Tony said bitterly. “A boyfriend. We were all ‘oh I missed hearing from you all day!’ And ‘sure wish we lived closer!’ And I asked him to meet up and–” the pencil in his hand snapped in half. “And he’s got a boyfriend.”

“Tony…” Pepper floundered for a second, trying to find the right words. “Maybe you misunderstood him? Surely he wouldnt be talking to you all this time and then–”

“I asked him to meet up for Valentine’s Day, and he said that Bucky couldn’t wait to meet me and that they had both wanted to see me for weeks.” Tony shrugged. “I didn’t sign up to hang out with a couple. I didnt want to be a third wheel. I know it sounds stupid but I thought Steve and I– I thought we were–” then he shook his head. “It’s stupid. Just texting. It’s not like we even talked on the phone or anything. I have no reason to be upset. Stupid.”

“But you’re sad, so it isn’t stupid.” Pepper ran gentle fingers through his hair. “You’re more upset about this than you were about Shawna.”

“Yeah, I guess I hoped men didn’t play games like women do.” Tony snorted.

“Hey.” Pepper tugged at his hair. “Every gender has their stupid moments, Tony. You just seem to attract them more than others.”

“Thanks for that.” Tony frowned at her, but leaned his head against her stomach anyway. “Will you stay and have dinner with me?”

“Of course.” She hugged him a little tighter. “Tony, of course.”
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“He still isn’t talking to you?” Bucky put his bag down and crossed the living room, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“Nope.” Steve was staring dejectedly at his phone, slouched in the recliner. “I mean he texted me a few days ago, you know, telling me to lose his number but–”

“I’m sorry babe.” Bucky pressed a kiss to his temple. “We should have told him earlier. About us, I mean. You can’t blame him for being upset. Learning someone you like is in a relationship is tough on anyone. And when you first started talking, he had just been dumped, that’s why he had been having such a bad day remember? Hearing about you and I was probably just….” Bucky’s voice trailed off. “I mean, he would have been upset anyway, but more so considering how his last relationship ended.”

“I guess I assumed he would realize that you and I were together. Two guys eating dinner together, working out together… Sure I never came right out and said, but I didn’t think I had to. And it definitely didn’t occur to me that he would be upset that he’d stop talking to me.”

“You miss him.” Bucky said softly, and took the phone from Steve’s hand, moving so he could kneel between Steve’s legs. “Don’t you?”

“It’s so stupid.” Steve tugged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It’s just texting, right? He has every right to be upset at me and I don’t really have a reason to miss him. Stupid.”

“It’s not.” Bucky ran his hands up and down Steve’s thighs comfortingly. “It’s not. I mean, I’m practically in love with the guy and I’ve only been reading over your shoulder. And if I miss hearing from him, I know it’s worse for you.”

Steve didn’t say anything, just leaned down until their foreheads touched and breathed a heavy sigh.

“Do you want me to try and call him?” Bucky offered then. “It’s been over a week, maybe he’s cooled down and would be willing to listen.”

“I don’t think—”

“Stevie.” Bucky brushed their lips together. “Honey, I want to talk to him too. I want to meet him too, remember? Just let me try.”

Without waiting for a reply, Bucky copied Tony’s number from Steve’s phone and hit ‘call’.

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Rika's back and MC gets left P. 4

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

  • Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
  • She got off being the one everyone considered the most
  • sure, she lead MC to the RFA
  • sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
  • But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
  • it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
  • And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan

– Yoosung –

  • From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
  • Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
  • Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
  • Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
  • He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
  • Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
  • I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
  • “She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
  • It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
  • “I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
  • You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
  • “Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
  • Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
  • “I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
  • Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
  • He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
  • But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
  • I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
  • Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
  • he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man

– Zen –

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!

Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …

Jahee has entered the chatroom.

Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?

Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.

Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC

Rika: What do you mean?

Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back

Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^

Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?

Rika: I will pass the message along!

Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c

Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^

Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~

Jahee: Oh my heart!

Rika: Good luck!

Zen has left the chatroom.

  • He didnt trust Rika
  • He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
  • He knows he saw MC at the store that night
  • And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
  • Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
  • Would she?

– Jahee –

  • From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
  • Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
  • She did abandon MC just like the rest did
  • She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them 
  • despite all MC probably gave up to help them 
  • But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
  • Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
  • Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
  • For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia 
  • She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
  • Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness 

– Jumin –

  • He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
  • The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
  • The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
  • aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
  • but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
  • But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
  • When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
  • After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
  • But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
  • He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
  • By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
  • Are you almost done?
  • “I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
  • Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
  • “Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this”  the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
  • I dont want to know
  • He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
  • “Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
  • “I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
  • “Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
  • Excuse me?
  • “DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
  • “Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
  • What do you mean hes feeding you?
  • “I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job
  • “What makes you say that?”
  • “RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown
  • Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
  • JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
  • He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
  • Just hurry up!
  • “I would want to bu- OH shit”
  • Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
  • When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
  • But looking at what Seven saw
  • He understood
  • Is that Rika?

– 707 –

  • Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
  • Why would she do that?
  • What was she even giving MC?
  • Where is Unknown?
  • “Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
  • “Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
  • Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
  • “If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
  • Yeah lets do that
  • Seven was in a daze
  • As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
  • He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
  • Unless he too was forced into do this all
  • But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
  • “Please dont”
  • Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
  • “Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
  • “You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
  • Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job

  • You begged her to stop
  • Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
  • You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
  • Please stop this, it hurts!
  • “Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
  • What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
  • “It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
  • You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
  • Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
  • You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
  • “I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
  • You shake your head trying to think
  • Somewhere someone has to know who you are
  • Why can’t I talk?
  • You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
  • “Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
  • “Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
  • The look on her face scares you
  • It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
  • “You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
  • “Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
  • The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
  • “Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
  • Help me please! you silently beg 
  • You wonder why he doesn’t help you
  • “Stay out of this V”
  • You feel something stab your shoulder
  • Then you don’t feel anything at all

– Vanderwood –

  • Seven was annoying
  • Richie rich was annoying
  • They all were pissing him off
  • The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
  • He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
  • But not like this
  • This silence was deafening and suffocating

– V –

  • He didnt want to harm MC
  • she was one of the good ones 
  • but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
  • He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now 
  • with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
  • He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him 
  • Even if MC may never wake up again
  • even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital 
  • even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
  • even if he should become the villain; 
  • he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
  • He just needed for MC to hold onto life 
  • She was already sick 
  • and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working 
  • He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
  • But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
  • By the looks of it 
  • it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her

– Unknown – 

  • Any minute now, it would all be over 
  • one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
  • He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
  • But he couldnt kill MC slowly
  • not with what RIka had made for her 
  • No. 
  • Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed 
  • he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left 
  • He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had 
  • he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
  • All he needed now was to find a way to make amends 
  • To MC and to everyone else 
  • but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung 
  • because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened 
  • and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved 
  • When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
  • Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC. 
  • Did Saeyoung even know?
  • Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
  • Like how toxic they were to one another.
Chapter 1

This would literally not leave me alone. I had so much fun at the stream by @askdevildarling where the first Alice ever was drawn! I dedicate this drabble to them! This is just my interpretations of course and meant for funsies. I hope you all like it!

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It was all darkness around her. Alice couldn’t really feel much of anything except for the sensation of being smothered. It was so dark that even the soft glow of her halo was stifled and she felt as though something..someone was missing.


°•Bendy•°

There was a sudden prickle up her spine, eyes widening in the thick gloom as she felt it; felt him. Her Bendy..her little Devil Darling..he was nearby and he needed her help. He was in danger. She had to save him! With considerable effort against the tar like mire around her, she struggled towards the sensation..wishing with all her heart that she would reach him in time.

°•Bendy..I’m coming darling..please..please hold on!•°

Within the darkened chamber of the room that housed the dreaded Machine, one of the thick puddles surrounding it rippled. It quaked and shuddered, as if something was pushing up from under it. A white gloved hand broke the surface in a rush desperate to find a hold. A second one appeared, gripping tight to the grooves in the floorboards. Alice felt a rush of relief then; solid ground! She could pull herself out of this horrible place!

With a herculean effort, Alive dug her fingers in tight to the wood, hoisting herself out of the thick ink inch by inch. When her face broke the surface, soft lips parted with a gasp for air, eye wide as she scrabbled away from the puddle that had held her hostage. No sooner had she escaped than she was overcome with a coughing spell. Alices’ body shuddered and twitched as her lungs squeezed, forcing out the thick ink and leaving her dizzy.

She swooned lightly, the back of her hand going to her dainty forhead as she recovered from her ordeal. Her body was solidifying now..soaking up excess ink to make her form as it was proper. Feeling the prickle again, she gasped and stood up, looking around in anxiousness before it sank in. The studio. She was back. Alice closed her eyes tight against memories that ached and tugged at her heart and focused on what mattered…getting to Bendy. He was close..she could feel it.

Mustering up her courage, she reached into her hammerspace and pulled her sword, holding up her skirt as she pushed aside her fears and ran into the darkness of the studio with the glow of her halo and holy sword to light the way. Someone was hurting her love and she would NOT allow it. Not again! She had been done away with by Joey for getting in his way by being too protective of the one she was drawn for. She had failed him..and she refused to let it happen a second time. Alice panted as she ran down the winding halls, allowing her heart to lead the way, the sensation growing stronger.

But how was she to know that it was simply Devil and Darling having one of their arguments?

“Aw lighten up Darlin’! They was just curious like ya know?” The little toon said with a snarky grin plastered on his face. “B'sides~ if they like ya enough, maybe ya won’t be such a stick in the mud yeah?” Devil’s gloved hands sank into his pockets as he regarded the looming dripping being before him, a sharp toothed snarl on his obscured features.

“Listen you little -fool-. I have no care for those mortal pests..and I tolerate you because I have no other choice…otherwise…” Darling snarled out, his teeth bared as he pulled himself up tall to loom over Devil. It didnt do much of course..but it made him feel slightly better to threaten his obnoxious counterpart. “Both you and they would meet a swift horrible end.” He hissed.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU MONSTER!”

Alices’ voice cut through the tension like a knife and startled the pair. Darling rounded on Alice but hesitated when he saw the fire in her eyes and the shining sword she brandished. “Back it up buster!” Alice threatened, using a few swings to push Darling away from her love. Darling snarled and hissed, teeth and claws bared as he spoke “What is the meaning of this?!” What in the world was an Angel of all things doing here?! And what could she want with that insufferable toon?

When Darling had backed up enough, Alice gave him a steely glare that said for him to stay right where he was before she turned to a slackjawed Devil behind her. “A-Alice?!” He stammered, staring at her in disbelief and her heart panged. “BENDY!” She let her sword fall with a rather loud CLANG as she gathered up the confused sputtering demon and hugged him tight to her chest. “Oh Bendy! I was so afraid I wouldn’t get here in time! Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” She asked as she leaned back to look him over, worry written on every inch of her face.

Still in shock, Devil managed his trademark grin, albeit a bit shaky and a shake of his head. “I’m just fine Angelcakes~” the name had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it and he suddenly found himself being peppered in kisses “Oh thank goodness!” Alice said in tearful relief as she placed more adoring smooches on his face, leaving perfect pretty lipstick marks all over. “I was so scared…” she whimpered, her knees giving out and she slid to the floor holding him close.

Devil was a bit stunned by the kisses, giving a twitterpated laugh as she finished her barrage of affection, coming back to his senses when she spoke so tearfully. Shaking his head with a comical noise he gave her a tender look. “Hey hey..it’s okay doll…me an’ Darlin’ here were just havin’ a talk is all…real friendly-like ya know?” He soothed, petting her hair and admiring the glow it caught off her halo.

“Oh of course. Chummy as can be.” Darling said with a snarl, shrinking back just a bit when Alice’s soft whimpers and teary voice instantly vanished. She whirled her head to face him and she was giving him a hard look that for some reason shook him to his core. Perhaps he was more of that horrid little toon than he thought. “It. Had. Better. Be. Or so help me God I will smite you where you stand!” She seethed at him through her teeth. He had wanted to make a snarky reply..but her eyes told him it was best to keep it to himself. So he merely held up his hands in a placating way and it seemed to work as Alice huffed and turned back to his counterpart.

“Oh Bendy…I missed you so much~” she cooed, cuddling as close to him as she could get, pulling a blush from Devil as she rubbed his horns just so. He hummed and relaxed into her, regarding Darling over her shoulder with a smug almost drunken face. “Hmm..Missed you too sweetcheeks…” he said, still reeling from how she had brought Darling to heel.

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Magic Kaito Chapter 36 [English Translation]

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  • The danger divides two destinies
  • And Thief’s choice is…


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Waiting (Part One) (Stony Soulmate AU)

Welcome to the story! Be prepared for just crazy amounts of fluff. Just everywhere. Barely a plot, lovelies. Just Tony and Steve helplessly in love.

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Prologue
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“D’ya think we’re soulmates, Buck?” Seventeen year old Steve asked idly, his small feet hanging off the edge of Bucky’s bed, kicking at the air.

“Why ya ask?” Bucky stopped halfway to putting his shirt on, looking over at his best friend in surprise. “What brought this up?”

“Jus’ thinkin’.” Steve shrugged. “My parents are soulmates  y’know? Mom always says it’s because her and dad were best friends. Aren’t we best friends?”

“Course we are.” Bucky frowned. “That don’t mean we’re soulmates.”

“You don’t wanna be my soulmate?” Steve asked, and his voice got quiet.

“Damn.” Bucky swore and flopped onto the bed next to him, nearly bouncing Steve’s ninety pound frame onto the floor. “Don’t do that, Stevie. It’s not that I don’t wanna be your soulmate. I’m jus’ not.”

“How do you know?” Steve challenged, dark blue eyes sparking. “They say you don’t know till you kiss someone.”

“What, Stevie, you wanna kiss me?” Bucky teased, but was taken aback when Steve flushed a deep red and looked away.

“Forget it.”

“Hey, hey come on.” Bucky reached for his friend and turned him onto his side easily. He had at least fifty pounds on the blond and even though he never used his strength to make Steve feel bad, he definitely used it to force the stubborn kid to listen.

“You know I don’t care about… about all that.” Bucky said with a short shrug, and Steve turned even redder. “You wanna kiss and see if we’re soulmates, let’s kiss.”

“Forget it.” Steve mumbled again and tried to move off the bed. “I’m gonna go.”

“You’re not gonna go.” Bucky argued and grabbed at his arm. “Come on, Stevie.” He toppled the smaller kid onto his chest and cupped his jaw. “Come on now.”

With a quick roll, Bucky pinned Steve to the bed and leaned over him. “Gonna kiss you real nice, alright? Let’s see bout this whole soulmate thing.”

Steve was trembling a little, even as his hands came up to grab at Bucky’s biceps. Bucky hated how weak the grip was, hated how hard this last winter had been on his friend.

“You alright?” He asked again, and Steve nodded quickly. “Alright, Stevie, come here.” Bucky dropped his head and gave him a gentle kiss, licking at his bottom lip until Steve opened wide beneath him with a desperate little pant. “Easy.” Bucky murmured and kissed him again. “How’s that?”

“Um.” Steve’s eyes opened slowly and Bucky smiled down at him, brushing some hair off his forehead. “I can see why the dames let you kiss them.” Steve finally said and Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“And…?”

“And…. nothing.” Steve touched his chest, over his heart where a soulmate mark was supposed to appear. “Nothing.”

“So not soulmates then.” Bucky actually looked a little disappointed. “That was my best kiss, Stevie, if that wasn’t enough to make us soulmates then–”

“–then I guess we’re just best friends.” Steve finished and shoved at Bucky’s shoulder playfully. “So get off.”

“Fine.” Bucky laughed and rolled off, reaching for his boots. “I got to get to work then.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve was sitting up again, still looking a little sad.

“Stevie.” Bucky wrapped his arm around his thin shoulders. “Stevie one day you’re going to find your soulmate. He’s gonna be wonderful and sweet and at least half as handsome as me and–”

He?” Steve asked shakily. “Why would you say–”

“Hey I told you. I don’t care about all that.” Bucky emphasized. “Everybody else might but I don’t. So yeah, this soulmate of yours is gonna be great for you. He’ll find you, you just gotta wait. And if he’s not perfect to you, Stevie I’m gonna rip his candy ass apart. But he will be. He will be your whole heart, your entire reason for breathing, because that’s what soulmates are. Our heart. You’ll find him. Maybe just gotta wait a little.”

“Love you, Buck.” Steve mumbled and Bucky squeezed him.

“I’m with you always, Steve. Soulmates or not. Besides, this was your first kiss. I gotta make sure the next punk to kiss ya is just as good.”

“That’s a weird thing to say.” Steve rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Weirder than kissing my best friend to check a soulmate bond?” Bucky teased and Steve just blushed again. “I got to go.” Bucky jumped up, grabbing his work things. “Stick around all ya want, Stevie, I’ll be home tonight.”

“Thanks, Bucky.”

Steve glanced up long enough to catch one of those heart stopping winks from those light blue eyes and then Bucky was gone.

Steve flopped back on the bed and placed his hand over his lips. He hadn’t felt anything when Bucky kissed him. His very first kiss, and nothing. Barely even a spark and certainly not the flare that was supposed to accompany his soulmark.

But if it wasn’t Bucky, then who? Who else out there would love him?

He blinked back the tears at the thought of being this lonely forever, and took a deep breath, wincing when his chest hurt.

Whoever his soulmate was, Steve had a hard time believing he would run into them here in Brooklyn.

No, his soulmate might be out there, but they he was waiting somewhere far away.

Steve just didn’t know how to find him. And he didnt know how long he would have to wait.

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IT’S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honestly posting this is making me super nervous because it’s been such a long wait? which im very sorry about? so i owe yall a really good chapter in return for u guys being so lovely and patient <333 

thank you to @sadrien and @reyxa for being the best cheerleaders ever, love you guys <3 also HUGE shoutout to sadrien for beta-ing (ish??) for me. god bless i lov u 

as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!! (please reblog omg i want 2 know what u guys think!!!) 

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Adrien is drowning. The harsh blue of the memory of her eyes pull him in deeper and deeper, and Adrien doesn’t know if he wants to stay above water anymore. He now knows for sure that the post-it notes had been Marinette, but he still almost can’t believe it. It feels like a dream that is too good to be true, but Adrien hasn’t woken up yet.

Adrien is so in love. And he is so fucked.

Adrien sinks into his chair as he spins in it absentmindedly. The words “I love you” scrawl their way across his vision again and again and again. He hugs the note to his chest.

“I love you,” he murmurs, swooning a little as he says it.

“Aw, Adri-chou! I didn’t know you felt that way about me!” Plagg coos as he zips into view.

Adrien rolls his eyes. “Plagg, you know I hate it when Chloé calls me that.”

“Adri-fromage, is that fucking better?”

“I hate you.”

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phichit is born without words. sometime after his first birthday the words ¿hola, como estas? appear, inscribed on the inside of his wrist. when he is old enough to understand what the words mean – and not their meaning, since he can’t read them, but their significance – he learns he has a soulmate.

it isn’t until much later, when he is old enough to recognize the significance of the words being in a different language.

at first he panics because what if his soulmate speaks a totally different language than him? hes…fairly fluent in english but spanish seems so different and complicated. they don’t offer spanish as an elective in general schooling.

at the most he knows hello, how are you, where is the bathroom, and i like cheese because those phrases are about the only ones offered by free spanish learning websites.

instead he decides to add a minor in foreign language in his second semester at university. his roommate, yuuri, is studying social sciences and he refuses to show anyone his soul mark. phichit used to tease him about it but it made yuuri uncomfortable so phichit stopped. maybe he didnt have a soulmate. maybe his soulmate died. but phichit catches a glimpse one day when yuuri is leaving the shower, with the words “would you like an autograph?” in english. maybe his soulmate is a celebrity. maybe he’s going to marry an american movie star. yuuri never talks about it.

yuuri says he’s being impulsive because he’s sure phichit’s soulmate won’t care they speak different languages. or that they can’t understand each other. yuuri is a romantic at heart so he doesn’t see phichits fear. phichit consumes spanish telenovas and as many books in spanish as he can. he follows a spanish bot on twitter to learn new phrases and repeats them to himself when they appear on his feed. he takes out his spanish textbook and reads a new chapter before he goes to bed, and then stuffs it under his pillow, hoping to learn through osmosis. 

something his professor didn’t warn him was spanish is really hard after a certain level. there’s no more counting or reciting colors. grammar, conjugations, pronouns, bizarre adjectives and some of the most stressful speaking exams of his life. as hard as english was to learn it’s like trying to unlearn english. “you’re being too hard on yourself,” yuuri says. “you’ve already got a huge jumpstart, phichit,” he says. “and whatever you don’t know now, you’ll learn later. you have time.”

he takes as many spanish classes as his credits will allow. celestino, one of the language advisors, tells him hes never met a more dedicated and determined student. he suggests phichit take a semester in spain as part of the exchange program.

he says goodbye to yuuri in detroit and hops on the next flight to madrid. the host family he stays with is nice, and spain is beautiful. it is very hot, much like his hometown, and he is able to wear his shorts and t shirts again. the crowded city is familiar and relaxing, in a way.

he returns to detroit after the semester is over, a new arsenal of spanish vocabulary (mostly swears), watches yuuri graduate and flies back to bangkok for the summer term. his professors congratulate him in the next term for improving his accent, and he’s proud of all the work he put into learning spanish. this is more than just his soulmate’s language; he’s learned to love spanish as an academic. he reads don quixote. he reads as many spanish literature books he can. he almost considers adding a focus in spanish literature but decides he’d like to graduate sometime this century.

he graduates with honors, major complete, and a spanish minor. he spends a few months lounging around detroit, not really sure where to go after he finished his degree. interview after interview and nobody’s really interested in hiring a social media and communications major. he sleeps on the couch at a friend’s house. he passes by an old record store and sees the “HELP WANTED” sign on the door. he passes it again the next day. after the fourth day he dares to venture inside. it’s dusty, and smells like cigarette smoke, but there’s an aged charm to it. there’s old tapestries and rock posters lining every inch of the walls. 

the man at the counter greets phichit in roughly accented english. he says his english is not very good, and mumbles something, but phichit thinks he recognizes the words “another one” in spanish. it’s not like the spanish he learned in spain, so more likely mexico, or a different regional dialect. it’s okay, i speak spanish, he assures the man in spanish. the man smiles at him. and after talking for a few more minutes, phichit mentions he’s looking for a job in between jobs. the man shakes his hand and hires him on the spot.

his first day of work he shows up at the record store and is greeted by a different man at the counter. he’s much younger, almost a boy. “¿hola, como estas?” the boy yells in the most american accent phichit has ever heard, pulling off his headphones. 

of course, phichit thinks. 

he doesn’t know how he knows, but he does. countless other people have used the exact same greeting and his heart used to skip a beat when the words passed their lips, but he looks at the boy at the counter and he knows.

“i’ve been looking for you for a long time,” phichit says, in spanish. the boy tilts his head to the side, obviously confused.

“tio mentioned you spoke spanish, but i don’t know anything besides hola,” he says, and shrugs. he blinks, squints to look at phichit. “wait. sorry, do i know you?”

“that’s okay.” phichit says. he holds up his wrist. sees the understanding and awe pass over the boy’s face. “and yeah. you know me too.”

you know, i like to think of myself as a really rational kind of reader. i try to take into account cultural context, authorial intent, the use of tropes common to the genre etc when interpreting works and in particular interpreting characterisation. It’s one of the reasons I don’t actually hate Inoue Orihime– I choose to extrapolate who she is based on the probable authorial intent for her, taking into account the kind of tropes that she has attached to her. Like, yes, of COURSE if you ignore things like context and authorial intent and how shonen manga tropes work, you have a pretty solid argument for interpreting her character as shallow and selfish and weak-minded overall. Hell, even taking into account tropes and authorial intent, she has some definite flaws along that spectrum anyway. But the truth of the matter is, regardless of whether or not kubo succeeded with her, she was supposed to be taken as (bar the atrocity that is 686 and maybe all of tybw) a sweet but gutsy and kindhearted girl who you can’t help but love, with reasonable human flaws that make her relatable. Like, that’s the kind of character she was supposed to be, that’s the kind of character kubo was trying to sell her as, and ok, fine, i’ll take the bait. That’s where I’m extrapolating her from, and that’s the reason that she is a sympathetic character in most of my fics. 

But even with all this context and authorial intent and whatever else have you, i can’t fathom the fact that Rukia lost Kaien in the forty years that Renji was ignoring her, and he didn’t say a single damn thing to her in that time. 

Yes, kubo hadn’t had this background established for them properly, I understand that that’s why renji and byakuya were so harsh in the beginning. OUTSIDE of manga canon, we have that explanation, so I can overlook renji and byakuya being super assholes in the shut and broken coda chapters. 

but when i’m trying to write something WITHIN THE MANGA CANON, I CAN’T IGNORE THIS. I CAN’T. I LITERALLY CAN’T. Rukia went through??? one of THE MOST TRAUMATIC EVENTS OF HER LIFE, paralleled to the trauma of ichigo losing his goddamn mother, and renji couldn’t (or didn’t) do or say a SINGLE THING TO MAKE IT ANY BETTER. RENJI COULDN’T (or didn;t) DO ANYTHING. And YET when rukia gets sent on her human world mission and he gets promoted to lieutenant he’s still all ‘aw shucks i’ll surprise her with my rank when she gets back and we’ll go right back 2 how we were 40 years ago’ like what kind of… what kind of, what kind of assumption that Rukia hadn’t and wouldn’t change in the time he’d been ignoring her. He just assumes she’s the same person she was 40 years ago, that she’s stopped right there where he left her and is waiting, static, for him to come pick her back up again. That nothing of note happened to her in the past 40 years to change her, the fact that he still thinks he knows her despite not having had genuine contact with her for the past 40 years– this is so arrogant and entitled? There is a sense of– of rukia not being her own person, that to renji, she is not someone he can fathom existing outside of his own influence on her? 

and obviously authorial intent tells us renji is not a character like this, authorial intent (and the later chapters) clearly show that renji cares for rukia, that renji understands rukia (probably second only to ichigo), etc, authorial intent tells us that we are not supposed to take those early chapters like this because the backstory hadn’t been established fully. Fine, but when i’m trying to write something IN CANON I CAN’T ignore this. I can’t just brush aside the fact that, regardless of authorial intent, rukia went through one of the biggest traumas of her life and renji didn’t even offer her the bare minimum comfort of being a friend. Like, even accounting for all the authorial intent and context and tropes and my attempts to be rational about this, that’s…. that’s a really critically negative thing for the relationship between these two, platonic or romantic. i know we kept saying that ichigo and rukia needed to have the kaien talk but fucking you know who else needed to have that talk? rukia and renji. if renji ever wants to be called rukia’s best friend again he better have fucking had that talk with her. 

anonymous asked:

got any good hurt/comfort fic recs???

YEAH I DO. BECAUSE THAT’S ALL I READ.

So, ignoring my inability of closing tabs, I gathered some of the ones I really loved. OK, IT’S A LOT I KNOW BUT I COULDN’T DECIDE.

Please read the author’s description first because there may be some touchy/triggering subjects.

A Sleep Like Death - Pre-release. A view on Noctis’ childhood accident and on “can you see the light?” from the versus time.
Warmness And Affection - Polyamory. SNOWSTORM AND CUTE. More comfort than hurt.
Enough Is Enough - Spoilers for chapter 1. It’s short but it’s goOD BC  FRIENDSHIP *sparkle*.
Elixir - One-shot series. Pre-release. Looong. The last chapter was supposed to have a follow-up but idk what happened osrjgunojerg. I read these so many times.
Too Much Is Never Enough - One-shot. It’s really painful.I MEAN IT. Spoilers for the whole game. Polyamory.
Old Lullaby - It’s really sweet though. Polyamory.
Opantes Mortem - Kinda spoilery for chapter 1, I guess. I also suggest you check all the other works of this series. All pre-release.
Trial By Fire - AaaaaAAaAaA it’s short but aaaaaa.
Guardian - I want more.
The Guilty - Spoilers for chapter 10. Canon divergence and aoerngoudnvfcxkjnve.
Pride - I… LOVE IT.
Good Enough - Pre-release. Brotherhood spoilers. Kinda promptis??
Coping - This really hurts.
Play On Words - THIS REALLY HURTS TOO. Spoilers for chapter 13.
Father - It’s part of a really good AU series. Did I mention it’s really good? Spoilers.
It’s My Job - One-shot. It’s cute in the end and aaaaaaaa.
In The Tidemother’s Wake - One-shot. Spoilers. It’s really sad.
Etro’s Eyes - Pre-release. Because of the “eyes that see the light of expiring souls” theme from versus.
We Need you At Your Best - PROMPTOOO.
Hold on, I’m On My Way Highness - Pre-release. it’s CUTE. Ignoct.

I know I’m sharing complete works, but I just wanted to mention these two that are still going and are amazing:

Not Quite Home In The Darkness - AU. Huuge Spoilers.
Rise And Fall - AU. HUGE SPOILERS, AGAIN..

maid-gon  asked:

what i find weird tho... is that nea didnt use HIS powers, he used... allens.. ?

YEAH it’s definitely interesting… i think the reason he did that was because he knows innocence is very affective against the noah.

so i guess maybe he’s fine so long as he doesn’t use it on /himself/,,, it does seem to hurt him in /some/ way to use it on himself, like in chapter 182 where it brought him out after allen stabbed himself with his own sword.

but you do have a point ! why can’t he just use his own powers…? did he just decide to use allen’s because they’re Super Effective or is he purposely hiding something…?

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on some authors complaining about the Dramione fandom's nastiness, and even pulling their stories because they get hateful reviews? Do you get a lot of hateful reviews? Would you ever delete your stories because of them? Why/why not? Thank you for answering. 😊

Honestly? I think we have a batch of severely thin-skinned authors that are unable to accept any kind of feedback that isn’t just blowing smoke up their ass about how wonderful they are.

That being said in all its aggressive glory, it’s very possible that there are worse problems in some areas of fandom and I just didn’t see them, considering I haven’t updated in a few years, so it’s possible that SOME of these people aren’t vastly exaggerating.

I have gotten more than my fair share of hateful reviews. I got my very first flame, completely eviscerating my fic (claiming it contained elements it didnt, even) only days after I posted my very first thing back in 2007. I was in tears. For days. Since then, I’ve had multiple reviews and comments that have helped me thicken my skin. I mean, go to FFnet and check out the reviews on The Bracelet. They are NOT all good. I’d say it’s even about 50/50 with some being very vocal in their dislike of my characterisations. That’s not new. I posted it in 2008-2009 and it was happening then too.

The thing is, the world has assholes in it, so of course there will be some in fandom as well. So yeah, you will get trolls that just want to bring you down either because they hate you for other reasons, because of jealousy, or because they hate your pairing on sight. Or maybe they legit hate the story and just think it’s appropriate to use hateful terms to voice that. Those reviews, though? They do absolutely nothing to me these days, except maybe amuse me and make me share screenshots with my friends. They certainly don’t make me stop writing. They are the people that would WANT me to stop writing, so eff them.

Then there are the reviewers with legit concerns or criticisms. Unfortunately, I’ve seen authors go off on those far too many times, backed by their army of sycophants. That leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Have I overreacted myself in the past? It’s more than likely. Like I said, it takes time to build up thick skin. But these days, and for years now, I’ve made it my business to listen. To read the words, think about the fic/scene/character they’re talking about, and see if they have a point. And you know what? Often they do. Sometimes I dropped the ball. Sometimes I wasn’t clear enough. Or sometimes, I wrote something that I never intended to be like that in the first place. And then I have learned something for the next time. Of course, sometimes I disagree with them or it was simply a story that wasn’t for them, but then that’s that. They made their case, I considered it, and we didn’t reach agreement. No harm, no foul.

As you can probably hear from all this - No, I would never delete my fics because of a troll or a bad review. I would never delete my stories, period. They stay up as long as the sites stay up. Even if I leave, I’m not taking the stories with me. And I have to admit, I have been on the verge of leaving with all my passion and interest for writing Dramione zapped out of me. Not because of the readers, however, but because of other writers with no regard for anyone but themselves and how THEY want things done. A while ago, years actually, I found myself under attack from a fellow author for not, in her opinion, protecting my fics well enough and in essence being the reason why fandom was ending. She even brought in others to side with her. That was the day I felt like, “If this is what fandom has come to, I want no part in it any longer.”

I have however struggled to try and get my muse back and I have found new circles to run in and am happy to tell you - and everyone else that stayed through this TL;DR - that a new chapter of Secrets is at beta and should be posted sometime in July!

Trust nobody

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, featuring all of BTS

Genre: Love, Smut, Angst

Summary: The first thing you should know about me is that i’m an Escort. Yes, i have fucked for money. One day my Boss made me an offer i couldnt say no to. One Year. Seven Boys. One Rule: Never fall in love.

Music: Sex & Candy | Body say | Skin | How to be a Heartbreaker | Cut your Teeth

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Moodboard: @omgbigbangtanboys

Part 1: Sex and Coffee

I think it’s funny how everybody said that „If someone will always believe in Love, it will be me.“ But I dont think I believe anymore. You took that hope away. You decided I didnt deserve to have it. And I decided that I dont need it anymore.

The Air felt heavy. Filled with loneliness. A cold december. Sometimes I don’t even remember who I was before I came here. Before I took on this job, this life, this world. But this is me now. My heels clicking on the sidewalk as I rushed through the winter morning in Seoul. I was on my way to get Coffee before i’m headed to my meeting. A meeting – is that even the right word to describe it? Maybe I should explain to you what I do for a living…

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Waiting (Part Nine)

Last chapter guys! SOOOO glad no one freaked out over the stuckony twist lol, hopefully everyone likes how I brought it around! Thanks for reading along with this fluffy fic! Love my readers!!!

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“Hey Buck.” Steve said softly, and Bucky looked up from his book with a hesitant smile.

“Hey guys. How are things?”

“Hey Bucky.” Tony was fidgeting rubbing his chest. “So this might seem a little weird but–”

“But what?” Bucky put his book down slowly. “What’s going on?”

“Hey you know, I’m just going to kiss you.” Tony blurted. “Surprise kissing worked on Steve, Im sure it will work on you.” 

Bucky’s mouth dropped. “You’re going to what?”

But Tony was already moving, already leaning over the chair and running his fingers through Bucky’s long hair, touching their lips together gently.

Bucky didnt do anything for a few seconds, but then he made a desperate sort of sound and wrapped his right arm around Tony, tumbling him into his lap and Steve’s soulmark started tingling and burning so badly it nearly sent him to his knees.

“Oh damn.” Tony broke their kiss and stared down into Bucky’s eyes. “That’s um—”

“Please. Please kiss me” Bucky muttered and Tony him in for another long kiss, reaching out with his left arm and motioning for Steve.

“Bucky–” Steve took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled closer. “Bucky do you know what this means—”

“Of crouse I do. Come on. Please.” Bucky sounded like he was begging. “Stevie, been waiting forever for you.”

What?” Steve asked, but Bucky didn’t let him finish just lifted his lips from Tony’s and pressed them right to Steve’s, swallowing the shocked sound he made.

They kissed for a long moment, and when Steve pulled away his eyes were wide, his face flushed.  “Bucky. That was…that was….”

“Me next me next me next.” Tony said impatiently, and tugged Bucky back over to him again, working his hand up Bucky’s shirt to press firmly against his soulmark.

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Hold On To Let Go Chapter 3

Chapter three has finally been written so here, take it. Please remember that I obsessively check to see if my works have gotten any feedback, so please comment and/or reblog if you liked it! It means a lot to me! Seriously, even just a bunch of random letters or words would make my heart soar.

Big thanks to @puns-and-fics for inspiring this, and @jamilton-central for putting up with my infrequent update schedule. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.


Thomas walked up the street, from the bus stop to the school courtyard. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his dark curls of hair, framing his obviously fake smile. At least, it seemed fake to Thomas. But that was because he knew. At least James couldn’t tell, the shorter man running up to him and grinning.

“Tommy!’ James exclaimed, elated at the sight of his friend. “You’re never gonna believe what happened earlier!”


“What is it, Jemmy?” Thomas asked, happy to leave behind his inner thoughts in exchange for one of James’s stories.

“Well, you know how in Mr.Franklin’s class we have that research and debate project coming up, the one where you have partners?” James inquired hurriedly, talking a mile a minute. “Well, you got paired up with Alexandwhore!” He exclaimed, laughing slightly at the title they’d made up for the scrawny nerd during Freshman year.

“Why is that a good thing, Jemmy?” Thomas muttered, trying to hide the look of pain on his face. He would have to work with Alexander, who was the boy he’d been harrassing for years, and simultaneously the boy he’d been falling in lo- the boy who was his platonic soulmate.

“Because,” James answered smugly. “It gives us the perfect opportunity for what I would like to consider the perfect prank!”

Thomas eyed James suspiciously. “Your pranks usually end with someone in the emergency room, Jemmy.”


“Well, it’s only Alexandwhore, so it won’t matter where he ends up. Do you remember last year when it was a fairly bad storm outside, and that loser could barely speak?”

Thomas remembered that day faintly. It had been last spring, near the end of winter. Alexander had been a shivering mess, asking to leave the class as soon as the first bolt of lightning struck miles away. “Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I did some research- it’s surprising what you can find on the internet- and I think I know why he was like that. Turns out that on Nevis, or wherever it is he’s from, there was a hurricane when he was a kid. So now he can’t stand storms or something. That’s where my plan comes in. RIght before you do your presentation, we play some storm noises, dim the lights, and make it seem like a horrible storm is happening. Then, once Alexandwhore is terrified, we force him to go do the presentation in front of everyone.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“You have to admit that it’d work. All you have to do is get him in the right place at the right time so that I can do my technical stuff.”

“And Burr? What does Aaron know of this?”

“He said something about a code of honor, and how he needed to remain impartial on the situation of Hamilton- basically, Aaron’s a buzzkill, but he won’t tell anyone if we go through with it. So…you in?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thomas felt his heart sink at the idea of doing such a thing to his soulmate. Even if Thomas didn’t love the other teen, this would be a cruel thing to do to his ‘other half’. But this wasn’t his soulmate. Nobody knew except him. Not even Alexander. And Thomas knew that he wouldn’t think twice before doing such a thing to a bastard, orphan, whore’s son, undeserving, smartass-

“I’m in.”


Click, click, click, went the linoleum tile beneath Alexander’s feet. His arm was covered in dark green scribbles, and the scribbles were covering up his- he didn’t need to think about that. Not at all. His sleeves were down, and it was a particularly cold day, so wouldn’t have to worry about someone accidentally seeing the marks on his wrists. Not at all.

Locker doors slammed open and shut carelessly down the hall, the metallic clangs melding together with the dozens of conversations happening at once, a few words stringing together each time he passed a group of people. One moment it was ‘she smells wine and cheap’ and the next it was a simple ‘cooler than a vintage cassette’, as if people still used those.

He kept his head down, denying himself the ability to see exactly who was around him. It was more in an effort to remain inconspicuous than to block his eyesight, but Alexander was willing to use either excuse while trapped in his thoughts. The world was quiet, but a strange sense of quiet. The type of quiet one can only find in the midst of a crowd of teenagers and the air thick with gossip.

Eventually, he reached his first class of the day, U.S. History. It wasn’t his favorite, per say, but he was smarter than to call it his most hated subject. After all, in this class, the only member of his group of tormentors that was here was Jefferson, and he sat across the room. That was as good as it would get.

Rushing in through the open door, he scurried away from the pressing crowd of his peers and walked into the artificially-lit room. There was Mr.Franklin, smiling at him politely, and the classroom half-full of people who simply wanted to avoid the noise and pressure of the halls before the first class of the day, and, of course, the memo board. It was typically bare, save for the crumpled flyer for a musical that the school had put on years ago, but today was different. Today, a neon green piece of paper was tacked to the board.

Walking over to it, he furrowed his brow at the list of names before reading the title of the page. ‘Group assignments’, it said, in overly curvy font which Mr.Franklin had most likely chosen for no reason other than the fact that it seemed amusing at the time, as most his choices appeared to be.

Scanning the page, Alexander’s heart stopped beating for just a moment when he read the words next to his own name.

Typed neatly on the paper in a font that Alexander had never even seen before was the name Alexander Hamilton, with a line attaching it to another name he knew all too well.

Thomas Jefferson.

the arya wanders around the world forever endgame theories bother me enormously lol. this is a character who always felt uncertain of her place in the world; from the very beginning, chapter one. she felt unloved and like an outsider who didnt belong. so if arya decides at the end “hey you know what?? my childish feelings and insecurities from when i was 9??? yeah those were totally correct and im gonna leave bc i still dont belong here bye.” is such a bad endgame. its so bad. theres literally no character growth to be found in this theory.

also arya is, in large part, defined by her pack. like what she wants more than anything is to be surrounded by those she loves and to care for them in return. “and her brothers and sisters were with herthey would never leave her”…..so why would she leave them? after the red wedding when arya’s lost the last of her family and thinks of herself as no one thats when she could’ve dropped off the face of the earth. arya as no one could leave and thats one reason why she joins the faceless men. “arya’s place was winterfell…only winterfell was gone.” with a hole in her heart and no where else to turn. but when she reclaims her identity and reunites with her family she won’t have any reason to abandon either. arya has been running from who she is for five books. because she was uncertain, grieving, and scared. her story can’t end with her doing the same damn thing.

wanna chat? pt.19

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so this is like…twice as long as a normal chapter. anyway i was in les mis the other week and i sent something and someone thought it was a les mis chapter of wanna chat. and @reyxa​ encouraged it so Here We Are

this chapter continues right off of the last one because i found a note with sick quotes on it. i kept the les mis as light and understandable as possible but just like..let me know if it makes 0 sense. i had to get this out of my system because ive been in a writing funk

(mari = cough cough, nino = space bro, alya = alys, adrien = glen coco)

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3:12 in boo you whore

cough cough: gmoring i cant brethe out of mynose rn
Im not goin g ot be in school today
:(
Bu ti cant sleep anymore because I cnat breath e
iim gonna go watch youtube videos

6:37

space bro: my dude
i hope youre feeling better when you wake up

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For Your Convenience (Part 17)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak

‘For Your Convenience’ Masterlist

A/N: *flings self into the sun*

Originally posted by cmarincic

“Customer service in the home department please. We need customer service in the home department. Thank you,” you hung up the phone and started helping the customer front of you. From the corner of your eye, you saw assistance coming your way, his familiar blue eyes briefly glancing at you before he began assisting the next customer in line. Holding back a gasp, you tried to focus on the task at hand but it was difficult to concentrate when he was beside you.

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Senior Year

Chapter 6: Eros and Apollo

Originally posted by jisootherabbit

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4 // Ch. 5 // Ch. 7

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu

Words: 1038

Warnings: cursing but its senior year, lets be real what senior doesnt curse

Summary: Homecoming! :D

A/N: i didnt realize that i breezed through september but meh who cares.

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