somebody please get that inside me

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Sakamaki prologue ~translation~

This translation was made by: @ariadnasmtk
Y gracias a @rabbaniworld que hizo los monólogos :3 Muchas gracias chicas!


Place: Outside the Sakamaki Mansion.


Yui: (Fuu…Today was exhausting as well.)
Yui: (Now that I finished that small exam I had, I’m going to take a bath and go to sleep.)

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Close Call ~PART 3

The angst continues! Sorry this is later than planned… I fell asleep.

Read Part 1 First and Here’s Part 2

Catch this fic on AO3

This four-part story is essentially what happens when Lance and Keith get captured, and put in separate cells. Lance is injured. Lots of angst. Go read the other parts first.

Hopefully you enjoy! Also, I apologize in advance. Just keep in mind that this has four parts.

@taylor-tut @dogsahoy @voltronpaella don’t mind me just leaving this here


Lance continued to stare determinedly at the door. Any moment now, he told himself, Keith is going to break down that door, and get us out of here. We just have to stay patient. What’s that thing Shiro always says to Keith to calm him down? Patience yields focus.

“How’re you holding up?” Matt asked again, looking over at Lance with concern.

“’M good,” Lance answered shortly. Matt eyed him skeptically, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to say any more. Talking had become a conscious effort, and a painful one.

Lance’s breath came out in short gasps, and the wound had still not stopped bleeding. Granted, the sword had stabbed straight through, but Lance had been applying pressure ever since he woke up.

Still, without any proper medical supplies, his efforts didn’t do much. Both Matt and Lance neglected to address the slowly growing pool of blood under the blue paladin.

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anonymous asked:

Tony will never admit it, but Peter helps when he has panic attacks by distracting him and giving him something else to focus on. Unbeknownst to Tony, Peter knows this, and tries to do everything he can to help Tony through them without tipping him off that he's doing it intentionally.

one day tony comes over to peter and may’s apartment, to drop of the spider suit after he made repairs to it. peter knows that something is off, because as fond as tony is of peter he would have just sent happy to deliver the suit if something wasn’t wrong.

may had just settled into the couch with her plate of takeaway thai when tony knocked on the door, peter answered it with a mouth full of rice and meat.

“hey, man, wassup!” peter says, nearly spitting some half chewed food onto tony who would wrinkle his nose.

“may, can’t you teach your kid how to chew?”

“you telling me how to raise my kid?” may asks coldly, raising an eyebrow.

tony coughs. “no, not at – anyway, i came to drop this off,” he clears his throat before shoving the packaged suit into peters arms. that’s the second sign that something is off – tony almost never gives up an opportunity to sass aunt may.

peter looks at tony more carefully, really looks, and he sees how stiff he’s standing. his eyes look heavier than usual, his skin is pale and grey, and his fingertips look like they’re buzzing from how much they seem to be shaking. he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack.

“hey…” peter says softly and carefully, walking away from tony to set the suit next to aunt may. he knows that trailing off and walking away from the door will indicate that tony should come inside, but just incase. “you hungry? want some thai? we over ordered, because Somebody always buys thai with their stomach instead of their head.”

may snorts. “oh please, like you don’t love eating the leftovers when you get home from patrol. i see the empty thai boxes peter, i know the truth – ”

peter plops down next to may on the couch and nudges her with his elbow. she looks confused for a moment before looking to tony, still standing like a statue at the door, and then realization dawns on her.

“tony?” may calls over her shoulder. “can you make me a plate of papaya salad? it’s in the kitchen, on the counter?”

tony nods jerkily and walks to the kitchen, quietly spooning a hearty amount of salad onto the plate. while he does so, peter puts on a movie and makes sure that the seat next to him is empty. when tony walks into the room, he gently sets the plate down next to may.

tony sighs shakily. “well, i should really be – ”

“oh man,” may sighs. “they put shrimp in this salad, you know i’m allergic to shrimp, peter”

“darn,” peter says, rolling his eyes because may loves shrimp. “hey, mr. stark? you like shrimp, right?”

tony shuffles nervously, then rolls his eyes at himself. he’s embarrassed with how much his anxiety is impacting him, and peter can tell. so he pats the seat next to him. “c'mon mr. stark, i know pepper is out on business this week so you got no place to be but here!! help us eat all this food. we just put star trek on, i know you love chris pine.”

tony glares at peter, but quietly goes to sit next to him. may passes the plate of salad to peter, who in turn passes it to tony. tony takes a big bite before asking, “how did you know i like chris pine?”

“everybody likes chris pine, he’s hot as fuck,” peter says, kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of them. he has a hole in one of his socks and his big toe is out.

“zoe saldana is hotter,” may says, and tony and peter nod enthusiastically

they all settle into a comfortable silence as they immerse themselves in the film, they pig out on thai food and guzzle down soda, and tony stops shaking

Title: Two Sides.

There are two sides of me
and they’re always tugging at my soul
they try to pull me apart
the side that you see
is the side of me who is happy and smiling without a care in the world
but the  side of me you don’t see is the side that is silently screaming pleading out for help
crying on the inside try to get out
I try to keep them under control
but one keeps slipping out
a tear here a smile there
I swear I don’t need help
leave me alone
PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!
-IzakDavid

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Fic Request: Baby Time

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 1045

For @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye. I’m sorry this took me a little while!!


“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Steve argued helplessly as Y/N shoved him off the mattress with her foot.

“Well this bed isn’t big enough for both of us tonight, so you get the couch. I’m too hot and you radiate heat like a reactor, so to the couch with you, Rogers.”

Steve stood and leaned over her on the bed, putting one hand to the side and one hand on top of her incredibly swollen belly. “Do I have to wait until he’s born to come back to bed with my wife?”

“No, you just have to wait until I get cold again.” Y/N pouted.

“Alright babe, anything for you.” he chuckled, kissed her goodnight and took his pillow to the couch on the other side of the room. She had a point, it was a hot night. Steve stretched out and closed his eyes, thankful that this couch was the comfortable one.

Not more than two hours later, he was awakened by her calling him. The sound of her trembling voice had him leaping from the couch, ready for anything.

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Arguments

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Requested by Anon. 

Request: Derek Hale imagine where him and female reader get into an argument but make up with lots of fluff 


I paced the floor of the loft, waiting for Derek to walk through the door. I have had enough of him leaving in the middle of the night without telling me and refusing to tell me what going on, other than the Pack needs his help. For all I know, he could be lying and could be seeing another girl! Tonight, I was going to confront him about it.

As soon as I heard the loft door slide open, I stopped where I was, turning to face my boyfriend. “Where have you been?” I asked calmly. 

“Out with the Pack. Something came up and I had to meet them at Scott’s.” He replied, blowing it off as if it was nothing. 

“Derek, I can’t do this anymore.” I say.

He looked over at me with a confused face. “Can’t do what anymore?” 

“I’m done with you just leaving in the middle of the night, leaving in the middle of our conversations, leaving during our time together to be with the Pack. I understand a few meetings, but it’s gone too far. I hardly ever see you anymore.” 

He crossed his arms, and tilted his head. “Y/N, the Pack needs me. They’re just kids. I can’t let them do this by themselves.” 

“Well, then maybe they should take a break from all of this.  And besides, if they’re just kids to you, then I am too. I’m not even 20 yet!”

“Y/N, you know what I meant.“

I nodded my head, “Yes. I know exactly what you meant. But that still isn’t going to stop me from leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.”

“Oh, yes I am. Watch me.” I bent down and grabbed my bag and headed for the door, but before I could get there, a hand grabbed my arm.

“I’m not letting you leave.” Derek said, looking me straight in the eyes. 

“So it‘s okay for you to leave, but I can’t? Hm.” I said and jerked my arm away from his grasp. I didn’t look back as he called my name, and I walked out of the door. 


It’s been a few days since I had last seen anybody other than my best friend B/F/N. After I left, there was only one place to go that I knew of. B/F/N had welcomed me in with open arms, and I told her everything. She knew about the supernatural after I introduced her to Derek. 

The Pack and Derek all have left texts and voice mails asking me where I was and if I was okay. Obviously, I didn’t answer them. 

Today, I was lying down in the guest room, watching a movie when B/F/N came in. 

“Somebody is at the door for you.” She said. 

“Who is it?”

“Derek.” 

“Why is he here? How did he know?” I ask.

“I called him. Look, before you get mad, I just needed to tell you that you guys really need to talk. I’ve seen some of the messages that he’s left on your phone. Just please. Do it for me. And if things go bad, I have loads of ice cream on hand.”

I smile. “Fine.”

I get up and walk to the front door. Opening it I find Derek standing there awkwardly. When he saw me, he immediately reached forward and pulled me into a hug. “Oh, Y/N! I have been so worried about you! I didn’t know where you were until B/F/N called. I thought you were hurt.”

“I’m fine, Derek.” I said as I patted his back. 

He pulled away from the hug and looked at my face, and it was then that I actually got a good look at his. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping for the days that I’ve been gone, he had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was kind of crazy. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” He said. 

I shrugged as I look anywhere but him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I came to take you back home.” 

“I’m not going back, Derek.” I reply.

“Why not?” 

“Because, Derek! You’re never there! It’s lonely. Here, B/F/N can talk to me, can watch movies with me, and do all the other things that you haven’t been here to do. It’s not much of a home when the one that you love isn’t there.” I reply. 

“I’m gonna be there though.” He replied. “I talked with everybody and after I told them that you had left, they told me that they didn’t need me right now. That I should be with you. And I’m going to be. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you, and I’m sorry that I never told you what was going on, but I did it to protect you, just in case somebody wanted revenge on us, or in case they kidnapped you thinking that you knew something, I didn’t want to get you involved. I need you, Y/N. I need you more than you probably need me. I miss you and I love you.” He grabbed my face in his hands. “Please come home.” 

“Just kiss already!” B/F/N screamed from inside. When we both looked back, we saw her peeking through the window. She gave us a thumbs up, and disappeared. 

Derek smiled as he leaned down, and his lips connected with mine. We stayed like that for a minute before I pulled away and said, “Okay. I’ll come home.” 

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Pokemon Sun and Moon Starter Sweaters for Animal Crossing New Leaf! (part 1)

Litten, Rowlet, and Popplio! (Wait for the reblog for popplio! omg!)

Sorry for the late night post, I spent the last 4 hours off and on designing these and I just couldn’t wait any longer! xD This game is all I want right now and its eating me up inside just how much I want it ;A; gaah!

Somebody get me a Litten Sweater just like this please! xD <3

zodiacs as things I’ve said while watching BoM

Aries: turn it off(reprise) idea: Gangnam Style

Taurus: does it mean “no worries” for the rest of our gays?! God I wish

Gemini: yo so if Brigham Young has a clit nose. Could he just. Headbutt stuff. And like. 👀👀

Cancer: McKinley, those are some terrible coping techniques. You aren’t Mendel Weisenbachfeld stop trying to be a bad psychiatrist jc

Leo: reblog if you’re both a continent AND a tribal woman who doesn’t wear a bra

Virgo: since when is leaving your friend worse than necrophilia dear god Kevin have you been listening to Bad Psychiatrist Connor again

Libra: how is Ben Platt so beautiful though. If I saw him in person I’d probably have to drink like twelve cups of coffee to cope too

Scorpio: why have Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer when you can have Brigham the Clit Nosed Circumcision Attemptor

Sagittarius: Kevin is so anxious can someone get him a fidget spinner or something please

Capricorn: what if General Butt Fucking Naked wore a large poster that says “CENSORED” for the whole musical. It’s not too late. Who wants to sign my petition.

Aquarius: Baptize Me is like one of those Christian songs that sound really innocent but if you listen to the words it’s like “Jesus is inside me. Ohh yeahh. Mmhmmmm.” Wtf guys

Pisces: what if somebody makes binders that look like those sparkly vests. Then you could use it as cosplay. Also you wouldn’t have to hide it with larger shirts because most would think it’s some sort of dancewear/“fashion is weird, man.” Binders that disguise themselves by being obnoxious. 10/10 would recommend

You’re My Drug

Summary: You were drugged to death in an alleyway from a horrible party. Castiel manages to find you hours later, hate and guiltiness flooding through his body, he visits his favourite location.

Warnings: Mentions of being drugged, death, angst

Characters: Castiel x reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 2k

Originally posted by magneticcas

“Ca-as?” Your throat felt as though it was closing up. “P-please,”

If only you knew Castiel couldn’t hear you over his brothers and sisters blood curdling screams. You would’ve screamed louder, harder. 

It was a long and painful five minutes before you fell unconscious, your body laying in the dirty alleyway on display for anybody who walked by. 

You weren’t doing too good. Though you were unconscious and practically already dead to the world, you could feel a thumping migraine, and it wasn’t pretty.

It felt like an hour passed before your lungs had finally failed to operate with your brain. It was like you were purposely not breathing. If you were awake, you’d no doubt be clawing at your throat and gaping like a fish out of water.

As if like somebody had clicked their fingers, your heart stopped beating. 

Here you were, laying in the grubby alleyway, dead.

Really dead.

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Full House

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh)
Whatever happened to predictability.
The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv?
How did I get to living here?
Somebody tell me please!
This old world’s confusing me.
With clouds as mean as you’ve ever seen
Ain’t a bird who knows your tune.
Then a little voice inside you Whispers,
Kid don’t sell your dreams, so soon
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go
There’s a heart (There’s a heart), a hand to hold onto.
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go
There’s a place, of Somebody who needs you
Everywhere you look.

When you’re lost out there and you’re all alone,
A light is waiting to carry you home.
Everywhere you look.
Everywhere you look.
(Chip-a-dee-ba-ba-dow)

PLOT STARTERS
  • "Nobody goes there anymore. They say it's haunted or something."
  • "Tell me you see that as well."
  • "Don't breathe it in!"
  • "I like you. You're not running after me with a knife. It's a rare trait to be had, these days."
  • "There it is again! That symbol! I've been seeing it everywhere."
  • "If you can't get us out of here, I don't want to hear it."
  • "So, what're you in for?"
  • "GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU'RE GOING TO FALL!"
  • "What are they doing? Why are they all doing that?"
  • "Can you hear me? Listen, you need to stop this!"
  • "Fight it!"
  • "I know you're in there. Please."
  • "Incidentally, run for your life."
  • "It could have something to do with the garbage chute."
  • "Somebody just left it on the doorstep. I don't know what it is."
  • "Oh my god, what happened to you? Get inside!"
  • "Why are you bleeding?!"
  • "Oh, shall we do something that makes sense? Shall we, say, NOT actively try to get ourselves killed? NAH, you think, let's have some FUN."
  • "Help me."
  • "I'm... bleeding. If you had some way to fix that...?"
  • "Can you stop running AWAY from EVERYTHING?!"
  • "You're always talking but you never SAY anything."
  • "We're going to win."
  • "I always thought it would be... bigger."
  • "I always thought it would be... better."
  • "You have NO IDEA what it's like."

Imagine Callie return to Grey+Sloan and she was standing waiting for a ride in the elevator and when the door opens Arizona was already there. Even tho Callie doubted to get inside coz of all this feels, butterflies and attraction between them she still step inside. And when the door close and they are finally alone Arizona say “Calliope” and that’s all it takes for Callie to turn around and push Arizona on the wall and kiss her hard with passion and love. 

Imagine having a fight with a jealous Thranduil

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hi!! May i please request a thranduil one shot? Thranduil and reader are close friends, & recently reader has been spending time with someone else so thranduil is getting jealous; thranduil starts acting sort of cold and overprotective of her, and when she is finally fed up they have a fight about it and in the end he confesses his love to her? angst & fluff in the end, pretty please?”

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 1442

A/N: I tried to get some angst in, but I guess I couldn’t. Sorry :/ Hope you enjoy it anyway :)

“Could you show me?” you piped up, looking at Agarwaenor hopefully. Being a Lady, you were never taught how to shoot a bow and arrow. You had so often wished to be like Tauriel, the Captain of the Guard. She was so independent and an incredible fighter. She was everything you inspired to be, and no matter how many times you had attempted to get inside one the training rooms, somebody was always there to stop you.

“You want me to teach you how to shoot?” Agarwaenor asked you, surprised at your sudden interest. You nodded eagerly at him, gripping his hand and attempting to pull him to the archery room. His feet stayed locked in place for a few moments, until he gave in and let you pull him off.

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Naruto ninja pouch patterns! pulled em outta my butt a few weeks ago for @eternalnuggetchild‘s Kakashi Gaiden outfit and figured that they might help somebody else.
Recommended material: Vinyl. marine weight, get a remnant at joanns. easy. 

- Nugget glued thick wire on the inside to keep the rounded shape.

- If you want square pouches (bottom left pic, kind of) then either don’t glue in the wire and let the sides cave in, or cut the curved edges off of the pattern.

Canon pouches have piping, you can easily include that but I didn’t give enough fucks, so. This is what nugget got.

[vague instructions & measurements are included on the pattern sheets; if you need clarification please feel free to message me]

You Mean Too Much

Title: You Mean Too Much

Characters: Dean, Reader, a bit of Sam

Word Count: 961

WARNING:  TALK OF CUTTING, BLOOD LOSS, SUICIDE ATTEMPT

The Reader does make it but IF THAT IS TRIGGERING TO YOU DO NOT READ THIS

Anonymous Said: Could the story be about the reader locked herself in her room for day. Haven’t been showering or eating. She cuts herself and starts to drift off. Dean kicks down the door and takes care of her. I’m sorry if this is confusing.

ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. YOU ARE ENOUGH. ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING

Use this link if you need help:

https://www.tumblr.com/docs/en/counseling_prevention_resources


Dean came into the library just as Sam was heading out. “Have you seen Y/N? I told her I wanted her to help me with this research.”

“Haven’t seen her, maybe she’s still sleeping?” Sam started to climb the stairs as Dean turned to the direction of your room.

“She slept all day yesterday though.”

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Imagine Meeting Jared Leto on a Trip

The first imagine I wrote went pretty well considering it was a bit long. What can I say, I got a bit inspired :). Anyway, I’m continuing my journey of writing fan fiction about Jared, so I hope you enjoy this story as well as the previous one.
Feel free to leave comments and give me some feedback so I could write even better posts.
Also, if you have any ideas about the next Imagine, but don’t know how to write an entire story, feel free to message me, and I’ll be more than happy to try to write as better story as possible, and mention you as the source of inspiration of course. :)

Much love, Rhina.

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Imagine running into Jared in Milan and spilling coffee all over him. Then almost doing the same thing again next day, if he hadn’t been quick enough to keep you from falling down.



It’s December 23rd, and you’re finally in Milan. The flight was long and exhausting, but it was worth it. You’ve finally made it to the capital of fashion, and you get to spend Christmas right there with you friends. You’ll miss your family a bit, but you made sure that your parents are on Skype on Christmas day so you could still kinda be together for at least a while.

You are going to spend 5 days there, and you want to use every minute of it to enjoy and explore the city. Once you get out of the airport you look for a cab and drive to your hotel. Your parents wanted to make this the best vacation for you, so they’ve arranged you to stay at The Four Seasons. It was their gift for your college graduation. It’s bright and early, and since you couldn’t sleep at all on the flight, you hit the shower first and go to get some sleep to be fully energized fir your adventure.

Four hours later you get up and see it’s 11 am, and you feel like you’ve had a full 8 hour sleep. You go to see if your two BFF s are up so you could go walk through the city.
As you open the door you see both of your friends in front if your room reaching out to knock.

“Well hello there sleepyhead”, your boy BFF says. “Ready to hit the streets of Milan”?

“Born ready. Let me just get my purse and my jacket”.

The three of you start going down to the receptionist to leave the key when you notice there’re some paparazzi outside, alongside a bunch of boys and girls waiting impatiently for someone to come out, or get into the hotel.

“Wow, some celebrity must be staying here”, your girl BFF says with excitement. She has always wanted to meet every single celebrity that she admired.

“Who cares.”, you’re a bit irritated by her comment. “We’re here to get to know Italy and all of it’s wonders. Not stalk some uptight star. Come on, let’s get going”.

You leave the key and walk out not getting too interested about all the commotion.

You spent almost three hours walking, visiting all the major sights, and now you feel like grabbing a bite and relaxing a little. You spot a cute little cafe, and you decide to get inside and have lunch.

“My god this pasta was terrific. Italians really know how to prepare a delicious spaghetti”, you say feeling happy and full. It’s safe to say you won’t need to eat till tomorrow.

“Told you all Y/N needs is a decent meal and she’s back to her happy place”, your boy BFF says to your girl BFF with a smile.

“When was I not happy?”, you ask confused.

“Today at the receptionist’s, maybe?” the two of them chuckle.

“Wait, are you referring to that celebrity comment?”

“It was quite a snarky comment.” they both agree.

“You know I’m just not that into wasting half my life fantasizing about someone who’s famous, screaming their name and following them every step of the way. I don’t get those people at all. I mean, of course I’d ask for a photo to my favorite actor or a singer if I got the opportunity, but that crowd was just ridiculous. God knows how long they’ve been freezing their ass out there, and for what? Who ever’s staying in that hotel will wave and say Hi to them, at best”.

“You’re wrong Y/N. Some celebrities actually take time and enjoy taking selfies with fans. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true”, your girl BFF says.

“Whatever. Let’s not make a big deal out if it, OK? I’m gonna get a coffee to go, and we can leave. Would you want some?”, you ask while you put your coat on.

“No, I’m fine”, your boy BFF says

“Yeah’ I’m not for coffee either”, the girl agrees.

“OK, then you take care of the check, and I’m gonna order coffee”.

You’re done with the check, you have your coffee and you head for the door.

”Something tells me this trip is going to be really special for us”, says the girl BFF as she puts her scarf on.

You are walking in front of her, get outside of the cafe not paying attention to who’s coming to your direction.

“Yeah, it’s time for ….”, you get outside and feel your body bumping into someone, “…miracles”. You finish the sentence, freeze, turn your head quickly, to see what happened, only to find out the entire coffee is now on a man’s coat. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry”, you start apologizing. Then you start rambling in Italian but get really confused. You look up to see the guy’s face and spot Jared Leto. OK, you’ve just spilled coffee on a rock star. In Italy! Fabulous! 

He’s shocked, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it. You start apologizing again.

“I’m so , so, so sorry, I could totally get that dry cleaned. I don’t really know where, but I could. Or I could even wash it, or buy you a new one. Well, not really, since it probably costed a fortune… Oh, my God, I can’t believe how big of a klutz I am…. ”, you start rambling uncontrollably. 

Your friends can’t believe what they’re witnessing, and just want to get you out of there. Jared is baffled by the speed and amount of words you managed to say in three seconds. 

“Please stop talking! It’s fine, I’ll take care of it, just calm down, you’re scarring me. You feel like you’re about to have a stroke”, Jared says and takes both of your hands into his.

You calm down, start breathing softly, and look at him. You’re faced with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. OK, now you’re even more nervous.

“I’m calm. OK, sorry again. But, can I really do something to fix this up?”, you ask with concern.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll come off I’m sure”, Jared says nonchalantly and gets inside. 

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Title: Valentines and Denial (Part 7)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Adrinette (finally getting back to the pairing I started with yay) with some Ladynoir at the very end

Word count: 2730

Inspired by this post by @lilacblossoms.

What can I say? This is the last part, so I hope you all enjoy it. I’m very grateful to all the people who have sent messages and asks telling me how much they love Valentines and Denial. Your support really means a lot to me, and I probably would never have finished this if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much!

(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6)

How could her partner, her friend, the boy who said he loved her, laugh at her like this?

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School had never dragged on for an eternity more than it did today. Marinette fidgeted in her seat to the point that it attracted stares from her classmates. Alya had to lean over at one point to ask her to stop because she was jostling their desk. She apologized and tried to sit still, but found herself fidgeting again only a few minutes later. The clock hands traveled agonizingly slow. And when she wasn’t peeking at the clock, she was stealing anxious glances at Adrien. Would he turn out to be Chat Noir after all?

Why had she decided to put this off until after school instead of just getting it out of the way last night?

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Oh, won’t you tell me? Please just tell me.

Explain how this should work.

Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?
I’m broken, lying helpless, shattered
Surrounded by the world

And yet, you’re smiling bright
Completely blind to life

My ruptured lungs; they were left this way
For once, I’m out of breath.
The truth I seek, never felt so bleak but,
I maintain my depth

Freeze

I’m breakable;
Unbreakable
I’m shaking yet,
Unshakable
Until the day that you find me.

I’ll stand here,
Existing and feeling wretched existence
Consuming life-force til I grow distant
Don’t bother searching for somebody like me.
A fading no one.
I don’t want to hurt you, It’s not my nature.
A monster born from dusk to dawn can’t be your saviour
Remember the ‘me’, the way I used to be.


As who I still should be.

The isolation spreads and tears
Those happy /days, pierce into me
These lonely memories cease to care
They spread throughout my history

I’ll never move
I’ll never lose
I’ll never move
I’ll never lose
I’ll never move
I’ll never lose you.
Unraveling the world

At once, I start changing,
Yet everything’s remaining
These lives I felt would join as one,
They fade away before they’ve begun.
I’m breakable; unbreakable
I’m shaking yet, unshakable
Until these hands “contaminate” you

I’ll stand here existing and feeling wretched existence
Consuming life-force til I grow distant
Don’t bother searching for somebody like me. A fading no one.
This lonely space, held into place by someone crazy
Shall melt away like dawn to day as things get hazy
So please think of me, the way I used to be.

As who I really should be

So don’t forget me,
You can’t forget me
You won’t forget me
Please don’t forget me.

With changing inside I’m completely paralyzed
Remaining corrupt as I wish for paradise

Remember the 'me’, the way I used to be.

Oh, won’t you tell? Oh, please just tell…
Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?