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bones | 05—final

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, fluff
• words: 9,245
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

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a/n: it’s finally the end, sobsss.  

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Title: Mind over Matter
Character: Peter Parker

Part 2:

You were on your way down to the hotel lobby to meet with the other students on the decathlon team. You passed Peter and Ned’s room, stopping once you heard Ned’s frantic voice coming from behind the door.

You furrowed your brows, reaching up to the knock. “Ned? Peter? Is everything alright?”

When it suddenly became silent, you pushed your ear up the door and heard the sound of someone shuffling around.

“(Y/n)! Hey!” Ned called, inside the room whispering harshly into the phone, asking Peter was the hell was supposed to do. “Y-Yeah! Everything’s cool.”

“Ned, I know you’re lying to me,” You told him, arms folding as you frowned at the door. “Your voice always gets an octave higher.”

“Pff, no it doesn’t, what?” Ned tried to assure you, purposefully going into the Darth Vader voice to try and convince you.

“Ned, let me inside, now.

Here’s the thing, you grew up with two mothers, so if anyone could convince teenage boys to do something with just the tone of their voice.

It was you.

And it proved correct when the door almost immediately opened, and Ned was staring at you with minor terror. “Y-Yes?”

You tried to look over his shoulder to look for Peter, but Ned blocked your view each time you tried to look around him.

You inhaled deeply. “Move over, please.”

Ned was about to refuse but you gave him the best “mom” look you could manage and his mouth snapped shut as he moved aside.

“Thank you,” You said, walking past him to see the room was empty, and Peter’s things were missing. “Where is he?”

“Uh, one moment,” Ned told you as he returned his phone to his ear. “Alright, so, (Y/n) knows.”

Somewhere in a locked hangar, Peter was groaning into his phone. “What! I told you not to let her in!”

“Look, I did my best but-”

“She gave you the look didn’t she.”

“Yes! I’m sorry!”

“Just cover for me!” Peter said before hanging up.

You continued to grow impatient, ever since Liz’s party you felt like there was something the two of them knew that you didn’t. Despite the initial hurt you felt, you also felt somewhat insulted that they didn’t trust you enough to tell you their secret.

“You know what, I don’t really care that the two of you are keeping secrets from me, just don’t do such a shit job at keeping it.” You told him, not even bothering to listen to Ned’s excuse before you pushed past him to leave the room.


If you were pissed before the Decathlon, you were borderline completely enraged afterwards. A couple weeks ago, Peter made the surprise announcement that he wasn’t even going to D.C in the first place. Then all of a sudden he shows up the day you’re set all leave, saying he had made the time.

And now, he didn’t even show up.

You were so angry at him and Ned, you sat next to Flash the entire trip to the Washington Monument.

Mr. Harrington was leading all the students to the line to take the elevator tour of the monument when you noticed Michelle standing back, reading one of her books.

You jogged over to her. “Hey, aren’t you coming up?”

She looked up at you and shooked her, thumbing her page and closing the book. “Nah, I’m not really the ‘tourist’ type of person.”

You nodded, looking back at the group for a moment. “I can wait with you down here if you want?”

Michelle looked surprised for a minute but ultimately shook her head. “No, no. You don’t have to do that,” She said, looking down at her hands for minute. “But uh, maybe when you come back down we can go walk through one of the Smithsonian museums together?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”


You were pressed up into the corner of the elevator, trying your best not to look at Ned, knowing that he just be looking at your sadly. He never liked it when you angry at either him or Peter, but he knew you had a right to be upset this time.

Quite frankly, the tour guide was a bit of a bore and you started to tune her out, staring along the metal walls of the elevator.

When a small explosion went off you shut your eyes and curled further into the wall, looking over to see that the elevator had stopped moving, and there was a large hole in the ceiling.

“What just happened?” You asked Ned, who was looking at you with a guilty smile.

“Remain calm, the security procedures are currently functioning.” The tour guide said, but the look in her eyes told you a different story.

Then they started to take the students out through the opening on the ceiling and moving them to the platform outside.

Flash had just pushed Liz out of the way so he could get out for himself when you felt the elevator was becoming more jittery.

You noticed the expression on Liz’s face and you placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey it’s okay, you can go before me. I’ll hold up fort down here.” You said, making her smile.

“Thanks, (Y/n).” She said, moving to take her turn when the elevator dropped entirely, pusing her to the ground.

You let a choked scream when your hands pushed against the wall, and suddenly, the elevator was perfectly still again.

Liz looked up at you and saw the wall around your hands had a slight glow to them, and she could hear a faint humming noise all around the small space.

You were the one doing that.

You slowly opened your eyes, now realizing you weren’t dead, you saw what Liz was seeing and the slight feeling of panic settled in again.

You didn’t have too much time to think on it, because just then a masked head apppeaded through the opening.

“Is everyone alright?”

You knew that voice.

You knew that stupid voice exactly.

“You’ll have to take her first.” You said, nodding to Liz.

If you were the one keeping the elevator up, you’d have to be the last one out.

So when Peter, or “Spider-Man” reached his hand to you, you were hesitant to move your hands away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone was on complete alert. “You’re in a lot of danger in here, we gotta get you out!”

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not!”

You frowned, still mad at the boy behind the mask and you quickly moved your hands away, and just as you suspected the elevator fell a couple feet before you managed to place your hands back on the wall.

“See!” You yelled at him.

The eyes of the spider mask went wide for a second. “Just stay there, I’ll be right back!”

You scoffed. “Like I have anywhere else to go.”

He was gone for about a minute when Peter’s masked head finally reappeared on top of the elevator. “It’s safe now, you can let go.”

You slowly did as told, sighing heavily when the elevator remained in place.

“Now, give me your hand.” Peter said, holding out a gloved hand to you.

You looked at it for a moment, hesitating when he moved it closer to you.

“It’s fine now, I promise. I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, you can trust me.” He said softly.

You grabbed onto his hand, surprised when he managed to lift you the entire way out on his own. Peter wrapped his arms around you before shooting a web onto the door where all the other kids were.

Once the two of you were safely on the platform, Peter released his hold on you. “Are you alright?”

You didn’t look at him. “Fine, thanks.” You said in offhanded tone before pushing past the other kids to find the stairs.


While everyone was waiting for their parents to arrive, you stayed seated on the ambulance on your own, but you could tell Peter kept glancing back at you.

You didn’t want to talk to him right now.

Something about his expression though told you that he knew you knew his secret.

Michelle had come up to while you waited, offering to talk. But you told her you wanted some space to think.

She understood, after having a near-deth experience could make anyone question their mortality.

But you were more focused about the way you stopped the elevator, and judging by the way Liz’s eyes were following you the rest of the day, that she was thinking the same.

You looked around to make sure no one was watching before pulling out a quarter from
your jacket pocket. You placed it on your palm and stared at it for a moment, then it lifted up, and started to wobbly weave its way through your fingers.

You watched it with wide eyes, a small smile on your face when you realized that it was kinda cool.

You could move things with your mind.

You also had a lot of questions for your moms when they got here.

hey guys!! it’s crazy that i made this blog on a whim a couple of months ago, and now 500 of you follow me!! i’ve loved being a part of this community, and i can’t wait to experience the 2nd half of season 4 with you!! 

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Anon asked: hello~ I love your blog so much?? you write everyone so accurately and realistically! if its not too much to ask, could you please write one where you always see WinWin walking his dog around campus and always ask to pet it?? I’m sorry this is so random, but thank you in advance^^

You really like that time of day when the cute boy with the fluffy Chow comes and meets you.

…hopefully this is to your liking lil annonie ^^

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Prompt: Maya took a deep breath as she climbed into the bay window. Yesterday was Saturday. Saturday was her eighteenth birthday. And Riley didn't know everything that happened. She climbed into Rileys bed and laid her head on her shoulder. "I went to the courthouse and got married. " she said softly.

thank you for the amazing prompt!!! like i loved this so much omg. 

The freezing January wind nips at Maya’s skin as she climbs up the fire escape to her best friend’s apartment. It’s early. Or very late. She’s not too sure, to be honest.

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Types partying/drunk  [personal experience]

What types are like when drunk/partying based on what my real life friends with that type have said/done

ISTJ - says “he doesn’t really wanna drink tonight” and refuses to come out when invited, but then later texts, completely wasted, about how awesome drinking is and then adds the details of a programming task with a screenshot and three source files that he managed to finish (while absolutely buzzed), which was actually due 5 weeks later from then
ISFJ - *giggles after her first sip of wine* hehehhe I believe I am very wasted haha forgive me if I say something stupid hehheheh… Oh dear, I really shouldn’t have more of this.. I am so drunk hahaha this is so awkward I feel ashamed!! *was actually given alcohol-free wine* *i love you ISFJ you’re the cutest*
INFJ - *looks like a wasted sloth in a corner while everybody else is yelling, dancing and laughing and then grabs your arm after observing you for a while and quietly murmurs with a very creepy voice* I…seeeeee…you..  *tries to point at your nose but hits your cheek with her finger*
INTJ - disappears because he felt the need to go on a walk to stare at the stars and when he’s looked for and you ask “WHERE WERE YOU” or “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” he begins the sentence with “Did you know…” and becomes the Wikipedia of astrology
ISTP - sits quietly with his bottle of whiskey most of the time and doesn’t say or do much, and mostly leaves early, but when you actually take the time to sit next to him he may as well put his (absolutely fucking well developed) perv side on and go like “Hey, how would you perform blowjob on someone? My girlfriend is a newbie at this and I’m wondering if you have any tips.” with the straightest.face.ever. When you are like “WTFFF” he doesn’t understand what’s wrong and offers you whiskey. Then repeats the question.
ISFP - Very happy and clumsy, for example my mom pushed a vase off the table and when she tried to catch it, her foot got stuck in the laptop wire aaaand off the table went both vase and the laptop and my mum was on the floor along with both items, laughing at her misfortune and completely ignoring everyone and everything else. Total 100% from quiet sweet mom to YOLO when she’s drunk.
INFP - professes undying love/care to you, would never actually even mention it in the first place and it comes unexpected for you. Then decides it’s a great idea to walk off and disappear into crowds, leaving people wonder and worry where the heck he is and then of course forgets his phone in his friend’s purse and then noone can contact him about his whereabouts and everything’s fucked.
INTP - If he actually manages to come out and party instead of being drunk home alone as he usually prefers, he begins philosophical debate with everything that breathes (and always wins). Is usually the one who downs the most drinks but still looks as sober as before. Also super cute because he gets so drunk he dozes off on your lap and you can tell when he has sobered up a little because when he opens his eyes, his whole being freezes completely when he realises he’s on your lap (OH MY GOD HUMAN CONTACT). Bonus points for if you stroke his hair and hear his heart stop. (i fucking love intps)
ESTP - *to a very handsome tourist guy*  "What do you mean you wanna take me to your hotel? Lol thanks I’m flattered but like, I just wanted a drink and you got me one, soooo… sorry but you have served your purpose ok BYEEE" *turns around, grabs your arm and walks off calmly and confidently like nothing happened*
ESFP - all over the place, happy and manages to do a lot of stupid things, for example runs off alone while smashed at a beach party and then noone knows how the fuck she gets the idea to climb on top of the lifeguard tower, then falls off and breaks her pelvis and then has you all worried in the emergency department the whole night and then comes out laughing in a wheelchair and makes pelvis jokes and then spends the whole summer in bed but still has pelvis-themed parties where everyone makes jokes about it at her place.
ENFP - Full of fun, wants to play truth or dare every god damn time and manages to get all the kissing dares somehow so he ends up kissing everybody in the room (and liking it), then probably does it again with 6 new random people the next day. Even though with not many boundaries, still manages to be very caring and in control all the time and will bring glass after glass to make sure you drink plenty of water
ENTP - usually is fine for ages and makes jokes about others who are drunk BUT then just one fateful sip manages to turn her into a ridiculous jellyfish so you have to pretty much carry her around, hold her up on the bus, protect her not only from perverts but also very fatal things like roads for example, then take a taxi with her, tuck her in her bed and promise her she didn’t ruin the night about 23 times and she still won’t believe you before you agree to stay over for the night and watch cartoons with her
ESTJ - is usually quite disciplined when it comes to drinking but if drunk, she gets way more communicative and actually tells you her lifestory (which you are NOT allowed to mention afterwards when the alcohol fades) and flirts with the bartender and dances on tables and then suddenly with a snap of fingers she’s sitting on the nearest couch, looking half asleep and asking if there are any spare beds or sober drivers because she suddenly got tired of that shit
ESFJ - becomes a total full-on energy bunny and finds 8 new friends within a night and gets their contacts and has selfies with all of them. Already gets in awe with them without knowing them and makes 4 years worth of plans with them all included without them knowing. Will still remember them next day. Also a very amazing listener and definitely the shoulder to lean on because she will forget her own drunkness if you need to be taken care of.
ENFJ - (this is based on myself because I don’t know any other ENFJs in real life) *becomes an overly caring mom* YESSSSS OF COURSE I WILL BUY YOU THIS DRINK SWEETHEART hey actually *taps on other friend’s shoulder* would you like one too? *realises everyone has less money than her because they don’t work* No wait I will buy a round of shots for EVERYBODY! YES! GATHER AROUND ME FRIENDS. *next day, checks bank balance* Fuck. Ok next time I will NOT do that! *does it again next time*
ENTJ - centre of attention, becomes everyone’s favourite quickly because of his dark/sarcastic/well-fitted humour brought to everybody by his need to shine, doesn’t really hold back with drinks, is always the last one to leave a place because, for example, he gets so caught up with chatting about quantum theory and why he thinks it’s got flaws with the hosts of the party place who just stare at him with their mouth open, but since that gives him plenty of time to clean he always leaves the place nice and cleaned up after him and everybody else.

The Silence

Originally posted by refretable

Pairing: Dan x reader or Phil x reader 

Genre: romance, angst, a speck of fluff (I think)

Song: The Silence by Mayday Parade

TW: a lot of sadness

Word count: 988

Because listening to this song on my iPod made me think ‘You know you wanna fanfic this.’ This one’s gonna be pretty short since I still got a bunch of fanfics I gotta write and this is more or less something I wanted to get out of my head so I don’t put this on the side and never get back to again. Also, let me know if you want to see a part 2. I didn’t expect to end this in an open-ended way.

I didn’t know how it came to this. There was a time when our time together wasn’t on a schedule, when YouTube didn’t put a hindrance on our home dates and nighttime strolls. Somewhere along the way, secretive meetups transformed into occasional kisses and a few text messages every week. The burst of happiness I felt in the beginning dwindled into a small wad of optimism when I even get the chance to see him.

Seeing him nowadays doesn’t bring the instant smile to my face. If I do, whether it’s on an electronic screen or in-person, it’s a relief to remember he’s still alive, that none of his near-death experiences struck him to an actual moment of death. There’ll be a single second of being glad he hasn’t forgotten me, but other than that, we may as well just be friends. It’s as if the days we get to be alone together is our way to remind ourselves we’re still in a relationship.

We’re still a couple.

We should’ve broken up as soon as we realized our physical and emotional distance was coming between us. I should be the one to say “we should break up,” fragile words I can’t take back once I say them aloud. It should be easy. It’ll be the start of a clean break. Once we walk away from all this, we can walk away from the burden of our own love.

But that’s our flaw. Our love isn’t what’s making us unhappy. Our love is proof of a dream that came true since we met two years ago. Being his girlfriend is pushing us to be patient, waiting for the right time to reveal our relationship to the public. When we say “I love you” to each other, I think of how lucky I am to have him as my boyfriend, a guy who’s one-half of Dan and Phil.

Our problem is we’ve given up. Once the obstacles began to pile up, we didn’t take the time to address them. We left them to become an invisible wall dividing the both of us. He buried himself in YouTube while I focused on (school/work). By the time I came to terms that we were beginning to turn into the couple who spent so much time apart to the inevitable point of breaking up, it was too late to undo the damage. I was scared of bringing up the issue to him. Not once did we have a major argument since we met, and I didn’t want to allow our distance be the reason we fight.

So I keep my mouth shut. I cry myself to sleep to release my frustrations. I endure the indifference in his eyes whenever he films a video on his main channel or the gaming channel, his soft irises gazing at his best friend in a way that should be reserved for me. I keep a straight face when we go on a date and I see the new coldness in his eyes when he looks at me, the kind of coldness that makes me think he’d rather be doing something else than spending time with his girlfriend.

I’m dying so much in the inside. I want to set us free from the predicament, to end the silence and go back to how we used to be. It breaks my heart to have a boyfriend I don’t know if I can call a boyfriend anymore. I know he still loves me enough to stay with me, but I need more than our status. I need us to be what (your ship name with you & Dan or you & Phil) is supposed to be.

Ice cream weekends and my journal entries about every new memory we make together.

Being invited to parties and VidCon, albeit under the label as his friend.

Teasing him about his change from straight hair to curly hair and his tendencies to fall asleep anywhere and anytime.

And so, so much more.

Today is our second anniversary. Five hundred days since the day we first crossed paths. I woke up this morning to a text from him informing me he’s busy filming a couple videos. However, he promised to take me out tonight to celebrate.

He didn’t forget. Maybe there’ll be a miracle and we can have one night where we can genuinely behave like a normal couple. Even though tomorrow will reset to how we are now, at least I could be happy for a portion of the day.

I go about my day as usual. Before I know it, I’m at the doorstep of my home. I unlock the front door, and when I go inside, I’m greeted by a pleasant surprise. A moderately-large box sits on my sofa. Upon closer inspection, I find my name written on the top flap, along with a Post-It taped to the top.

Sorry it isn’t much. Happy birthday love.

Trying not to get my hopes up, I open the box. Inside is something that literally brings me to my knees.

I take out every packaged journal in the box. One, two, three… I keep counting until the box is empty. Thirty. The same price of the first journal he bought for me on our first Christmas as a couple.

My throat constricts in a silent sob.

Maybe this is his way of breaking the silence. He’s doing it before I do.

Of course he wouldn’t be blind to my inner suffering. Only an idiot would be oblivious to how much we’ve grown apart these last several months.

A grin forms and I laugh like a maniac. It’s going to be okay. My one-night plan may not be for one night after all.

He’ll be done making me sad.

I stand back up and stuff the journals back into the box. With tear-stained cheeks, I head to my room.

I’ve got a date to prepare for.

Angel Hobi

Originally posted by bwipsul

  • next up in the totally wicked halloween series is my boyfriend, jung hoseok
  • and i was like hmm what to make him and angel was suggested by one of you all and i was like?? um obviously this is the most pure and great option out there god bless
  • okay i wanna say his wings aren’t like the typical angel wings like big and arching like they’re longer and narrow and stretch out more horizontally than vertically so it almost seems more bird-like in nature and he explains that he was built for speed lmao that’s his excuse for his wings being like that
  • and his hair is long and black and hangs in his eyes but because he flies around so much it often gets pushed back up on his head from the wind and sometimes when he thinks that it’s getting a little too out of hand, he ties it up in a little ponytail on top of his head and calls himself an angel unicorn
  • he was the most pure angel baby to ever be born
  • like he was born and god cried because he was so beautiful
  • in the realm, angels are given many different jobs, and at a young age, they are destined to whatever job they have in store for them
  • like there are messenger angels, and guardian angels and even an angel army that goes off and fights demons or something totally rad like that
  • can you guess what hoseok would be chosen as?
  • that’s right, an infantry angel!!
  • just kidding, he’s a messenger angel, which explains why his wings are definitely different from the other angels
  • the higher ups can see from a young age that hoseok has the biggest heart in the world and he cares for anyone and everyone regardless of their pasts, or current situations, or what’s going on in their lives and they’re scared that if he were a guardian angel. hoseok would get too involved with whoever he was sworn to protect and be absolutely crushed when they were no longer in need of his protection and he had to leave them for whatever the case may be
  • hosek grows up in the messenger angel business though so he doesn’t know any different
  • he actually really loves the job because his messages are 9/10 times positive to deliver and it isn’t the most time consuming job because how many people actually get messages from the heavens right?
  • he gets to fly around all day and bask in the sunshine, and he gets to see the human world without actually having to be involved
  • because although angels do help the human race and in some instances work to serve them almost, the number one rule is to not get too involved with humans because they are immoral and fickle and also mortal which would be a pretty big issue idk, if you know, someone happened to fall in love with one
  • not like anyone would do that
  • especially not hoseok
  • haha
  • ha
  • okay so one day he has to go deliver a message to a grocery store cashier that they have been chosen by god to go and reclaim the ark of the covenant from area fifty one or something obscure like that and hoseok is like yes, time to shine, time to bless somebody’s life!!
  • whenever he goes down to the human world, can you just
  • just picture hoseok, in this little toga thing that is definitely way too short on him (god bless the thighs) and he has gladiator sandals and his golden skin is exposed for everyone to bask in its glory
  • and his wings constantly knock things over, and he constantly panics and apologizes and goes to pick things up but then ends up knocking more things over and he’s trying to fix it meanwhile the humans are scared out of their minds okay
  • and hoseok doesn’t understand why everyone is screaming but it sounds fun so he wants to join in on the fun,,,
  • anywaY
  • back to
  • the meeting
  • hoseok is heading down to the human world to go and help this cashier discover their destiny
  • he decided to do away with the wings because when angels go to earth they have the option to become human in essence so hoseok is like wow probably a good idea after last time when that lady came at me with the broom,,,
  • he is looking super fly (ahah im so funny)
  • like he has one of those cute bomber jackets and ripped jeans and maroon doc martens and a black shirt under the jacket and he’s glowing like he loves when he’s in his human clothes he feels so stylish??
  • but anyway he’s wandering around the supermarket because the cashier he’s looking for (an old grandma who’s like seventy two and has fourteen cats btw) is on her break and he needs to kill the time because people need to eat!! and he doesn’t want to bother her!!
  • and low and behold! there’s you! standing there! all alone! trying to reach the last box of fruity pebbles off the top shelf and you can’t seem reach it no matter how high you jump
  • hoseok runs over and with ease grabs the box (you swore it was stuck but it practically falls into his hands as soon as he arrives??)
  • and you kinda oH!! because who is this attractive hunk of heaven? you’ve never seen him before and you know quite a few people around town?
  • and he’s so stunning and gorgeous and you’re trying not to die but then mm he smiles down at you and you swear angels are singing (they are) and the heavens are shining down on you (they’re doing that as well) and god has blessed you or something (he has)
  • hoseok is beaming and his little angel heart is racing like he’s been dealing with humans for an eternity now but he’s never met on as cute and adorable and drop dead gorgeous as you?
  • angels are supposed to be like the most beautiful things but wow they seem like dirt in comparison to you
  • “hi i’m hoseok, im your angel~”
  • “well if you’re an angel i guess i could be a siren, they’re pretty cool right?”
  • and he just laughs and you swear world peace has just been achieved
  • you really like him and you think why not ask for his number or something?? he’s cute and sweet and wowow and you go to pull out your phone but he’s like panicking about something
  • “oh my god i have to go in supposed to be- oh god oh god i’m so sorry!!”
  • he grabs your hands and gives them a tight squeeze before dashing off to god only knows where (literally)
  • and you’re super upset because something was special about him…
  • little do you know…
  • hoseok is dead set on becoming a guardian angel
  • okay, he’s dead set on becoming YOUR guardian angel
  • he goes to the higher ups and literally begs on his knees to be the one destined to protect you but he gets denied obv because the number one angel rule is don’t fall for humans!!
  • hoseok says he’s not in love with you but he finds himself checking up on you sometimes like low key directing a little rain in the opposite direction when he sees you’ve forgotten your umbrella or making flowers grow outside your house more beautifully than those even in the rich people gardens
  • and you decide there must be someone smiling down at you but you don’t realize it’s hoseok
  • actually you kinda low key kiss hoseok even though you didn’t know him but a few moments he left this little special place in your heart
  • you pray that you’ll meet hoseok again and god is just “you know what hoseok, i’ll give you one chance, don’t fall in love”
  • hoseok screams and people down on earth think it’s thunder, nah, it’s just hoseok
  • he’s officially become your guardian angel which means he can come visit!
  • the next time he sees you, you’re coming home from work and it’s icy out bcuz it’s getting way cold out now and you’re rounding the corner and you don’t see the ice patch and you start slipping but guess who’s there
  • oh wait it’s hoseok!
  • you literally fall into his arms and you two topple backwards and almost fall but hoseok keeps you both steady
  • he’s so muscular btw??
  • and you gaze up into the eyes of your savior and it’s that smile you could never forget
  • “we seem to run into each other a lot huh?”
  • you roll your eyes but with a newfound sense of courage reply “why don’t we run to get some coffee huh?”
  • and he gets all blushy and cute but agrees and he wants to pay for you but human money and he’s not that subtle and he literally just poofs some into existence when you’re looking over at the specials menu (he thinks he’s subtle though, love him please)
  • and after coffee you definitely give him your number and he makes you put his contact name as “my angel” with like seventy two thousand hearts because he’s a cutie
  • and he really is your angel like you’ll text him about having an extra hard day and he’ll be over with some chocolate chip muffins and a slushie and like four hundred movies to watch just to get you smiling again (probably lots of scooby doo and pink panther and like old cartoons like that!!)
  • and when you’re having an amazing day he’s actually low key more supportive than your friends like you’ll be like wow i just got promoted and your friends will be like “wow congrats xoxo” whereas hoseok will legit be like time to throw a party with lots of cakes and balloons!!
  • but things start to get suspicious
  • like one day he’s over at your apartment and he’s decided he’s going to make dinner because you work so hard and deserve a break
  • you go upstairs to change right and when you come back down he’s dancing and swinging his hips and singing along to some song you’ve never ever heard
  • you lean in the doorway and just kinda watch in amusement?
  • but because he’s goofing around he ends up knocking himself with the knife he’s cutting tomatoes with and he cursed under his breath (by using fruit names? which he does regularly but??)
  • you obviously sprint over and take his hand in yours but there’s absolutely nothing there
  • no blood
  • no cut
  • not even a scratch
  • “hoseok what the hell i just watched you hurt yourself i watched you completely slice your finger-”
  • “no you didn't”
  • “hoseok don’t play games with me it’s not funny i’m worried!!”
  • he promises you that you must be exhausted and seeing things but you know that’s not the case
  • some other instances include…
  • hoseok low key thinking he’s stealthy and talking to animals and like holding conversations with your goldfish
  • and somehow or another whenever you get hurt he heals your wounds like actually heals your wounds with a simple kiss on the boo boo
  • he disappears too like he teleports? sometimes he’s telling you he’s at the supermarket and five seconds later he’s at your day
  • you swear you’ve seen him hover before, just like when you came home early from work once, he was sitting, on air, reading his book on egyptian mythology like it’s the most casual thing in the world?
  • also you have no bad luck. at all. like you keep passing all your exams and work is going amazing and your skin is clear and shining and wonderful !!
  • and you’re just happier overall like hoseok makes your entire life brighter and you can’t imagine life without him
  • spoke too soon huh?
  • because my kiddos, hoseok has gotten himself into trouble
  • he’s broken the number one rule of angels
  • he’s fallen in love with you
  • he didn’t really mean to
  • but you’re so sweet
  • babies love you
  • animals love you
  • old people love you
  • he loves you
  • you’re so caring and sweet to him and you know when he needs to rant and know when he just needs a hug more than anything, and know when he just needs some time alone
  • you understand him like nobody else before has done
  • yes he wants to keep protecting you but he also wants to kiss your face and snuggle with you and hold your hand
  • oops guess who finds out
  • everyone in heaven
  • one day hoseok is waiting for you to come home because he needs to talk about something important and you had given him the key like years ago??
  • but suddenly he’s whisked away in a beam of shining light and he’s floating up, up, up
  • suddenly he’s before god who he hasn’t seen in like seven million years because all his time has been spent with you
  • he knows what’s coming
  • he can’t explain himself
  • for once he cannot speak
  • “you know you’ve broken the number one rule of angels”
  • “and i regret nothing”
  • hoseok holds his head high and doesn’t quaver with his answer either and he’s given a stern nod
  • “then i guess your decision has been made”
  • and as soon as it happened hoseok is plummeting down back to earth, and everything is dark and his body feels like it’s on fire and he wonders if maybe he’s going somewhere else
  • he tries to use his wings but something isn’t right, something is missing
  • eventually he lands on your bed with a loud thud, but his body still burns, and he feels as if his soul has been sucked from his body
  • mortality is already taking a toll on him but that’s not the main issue
  • no
  • his wings are gone
  • and in their place is two jagged scars
  • he moans and curls up in a ball because he’s never had to deal with pain as excruciating as this before
  • now it is your turn to be the angel
  • you had a gut feeling something wasn’t right and you asked your boss to leave early and raced home
  • you rushed inside only to find hoseok on your bed, doing his best not to cry
  • your heart shatters and you hurry over to him
  • “oh my god hoseok, what’s wrong?! are you hurt, are you dying!?”
  • he shakes his head and moves his head into your lap “i… i um… i love you, like a lot…” he manages to say through gritted teeth
  • and you’re like hoseok this is hardly the time you’re in pain but he seems so at peace when the words escape his lips
  • you play with his hair and rub his lower back and once he’s calmed down some you hurry to get some ice and ibuprofen
  • “where’s the pain at?” you ask after he’s swallowed the medicine
  • and he kinda rolls to his side but keeps his head in your lap and you gently lift up his shirt and a horrified gasp escapes your lips
  • “oh hoseok…”
  • but don’t fear because this ends happy!
  • he heals
  • it takes time but you care for him 25/8 and you’re his angel now
  • like you make him soup and read to him when he can’t sleep and feed him cause he’s a baby and also try to braid his hair too sometimes
  • and he moves in with you and he protects you from everything and anything except for snakes and spiders, he makes you take care of those
  • sometimes you’ll be like why did you give being an angel up… for me?
  • and he’ll cup your face in his hands and lean in close “because a lifetime in your arms is better than an eternity without you”
  • and he leans in close and kisses you so gently and you know you’re in heaven

yueres-d-asarami  asked:

Hello! How do you do? I love your blog, it's brilliant~ If you are taking requests may I ask for GoM bluntly confessing in a public place to their s/o, with the guys looking at their S/O strangely because there was no way they didn't notice before

Thanks for your support! I hope you enjoy, and thank you for waiting! I’m so sorry for the long wait!


“You’re so cute, I’m in love..” Kise says dreamily as you emerge from the dressing room in the outfit he picked for you. You’re about to comment on the tightness when your cheeks erupt in a fountain of rose petals, staining your complexion crimson. You gasp and look at Kise as if he had suddenly proposed to you. Kise blinks a few times, confused about your reaction when he realizes that he had said that out loud. “Eh!? Ah…” Then, he thinks deeper on the situation, perfect golden brows drawing together in confusion, and then in offense. 

“(F-F/n)-cchi, you’re horrible!” Kise gapes at you in response to your own blank expression.  Though, it’s not as if you weren’t surprised, but rather, you had no idea. He seems so much like a kicked puppy that you can’t help but apologize, claiming you were caught off guard.

“C-Caught off guard? You mean you didn’t know?” When you nod in response to his question, Kise sighs, running a hand through his golden locks. “Seriously?” His exasperated pout shifts into a smirk as he grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest and resting his forehead against yours, something playful dancing around in golden irises, as if enjoying their own little joke.

“Guess I’ll have to try even harder so you never forget, right, (F/n)-cchi?”  

You then hit him for being so indecent while you’re out clothes shopping. 

Murasakibara: Annoyed by your lackluster response, wanting you to get all cute and flustered like was told by Murochin said you would get. He returns almost immediately to his snacks, turning his head and pouting childishly.

“Mou, forget it, (F/n)-chin. I don’t love you anymore.” When you respond by hugging his waist, he pouts even more, trying to seem like he wasn’t interested in you. Though, the pink of his cheeks told you otherwise. “No way. I already said I don’t love you anymore, go away.” He doesn’t push you away despite his words, ears perking when you apologize. Apologizing meant that there was a chance for sweets.

“I’ll forgive you, (F/n)-chin, if you buy me daifuku.” You raise an eyebrow, but ultimately agree. Murasakibara smiles adorably, lifting you up into the air and looking up at you with adoration in his eyes, ignoring your smaller hands slapping away at his head as the other shoppers at the bakery turn their heads in shock.

“Okay, I forgive you. I love you, (F/n)-chin~” 

Midorima: “D-Don’t make me say it again, you fool…” The tips of Midorima’s ears are bright red, and you’ve never seen such a shade on his face before. It was red, but more vibrant than you’ve ever seen before.

“Say what?” A choked gasp is his only response. Did you not hear him, or were you pulling a fast one on him?

“I-I’m not going to say it again, nanodayo.” You tilt your head and raise your eyebrow, shrugging it off and turning to continue studying as you had been before his unintelligible out burst, but without thinking, Midorima’s hand reaches out and grasps yours.

“I c-c-can’t say it again,” he’s fidgeting with today’s lucky item in his other hand: a promise ring. “but I only have to prove it.” His emerald eyes bore into (e/c) as you feel the warm metal slide onto your ring finger, its meaning suddenly becoming all too clear to you and the inhabitants of the library when you fall out of your chair laughing. He was too cute.  

Akashi: “I’m deeply in love with (L/n) (F/n), and that is precisely why I shall not take a bride, no matter how many offers I receive.” You gape like a fish out of water as Akashi bows to the equally stunned attendants of his emergency press conference and saunters off the stage, coming to meet you in the audience. The flashes and murmured questions become but blurs of light and menial buzzing in your ear as he gently takes your hand, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles. He smiles charmingly at you when your lips move without a single sound emanating from your throat. 

“What? Did you not realize how deeply you’ve mesmerized me, (F/n)?” He pulls you close to him, causing the crowd to gasp in amazement. The suave, collected heir to the Akashi Corporation being so charming in public? It was unprecedented. He does not seem to mind the crowd as he rests his forehead against yours. “

“Then I suppose it’s for the best that I held this meeting. It seems I had been neglecting you, in a way. I apologize.” You bite back tears as you shake your head, prompting him to press his lips to your cheek, for once welcoming the flashing of camera lights around the both of you. This was one headline he didn’t mind making. 

Kuroko: You can only blink a few times, trembling lashes caressing red-hot cheeks as you regard your boyfriend Kuroko Tetsuya as if he had suddenly appeared out of nowhere (well, that happens often, but this time that wasn’t the reason why.) In turn, Kuroko gazes at you with his bottom lip jutting out slightly. 

“I’m shocked, (F/n)-san. I thought I was being very obvious.” You roll your eyes at this, unable to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not. “So, (F/n)-san, do you love me too?” 

Ah, once again the curse of the rushing blood comes to plague you once more, causing you to turn tail and push past another couple enjoying their day at the dog park. They gasp and call out after you to scold you on your lack of consideration, failing to notice the powder blue boy and his doppelganger dog hot on your trail, a mischievous little smile adorning his lips. 

Aomine: “Hah? Of course I love you!” Aomine’s cheeks are redder than yours as he seems flabbergasted by your, well…flabbergasted response to his seemingly obvious confession. The other students in the hallway stop to listen in, curious as to what has the usually indolent, lackadaisical Aomine Daiki in such a tizzy today. When he realizes they have an audience, Aomine backs up from your face, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly taking interest in the pattern of the ceiling. 

“I-I thought it was obvious.” You shake your head, giving him an incredulous expression. Whenever he compliments you, it’s about your ‘ass’ or your ‘sexy lips’ and how much he loves them. It’s not as if you don’t appreciate the sentiment (however vulgar the affection, his inability to properly express appreciation is part of why you love him too), but he had never said that he loved the whole part of you before. 

When you relate this to him, he seems almost…remorseful. “Now that you mention it, you’re right. I’ll try to tell you that more often.” You wiggle your eyebrows and scoot closer to him, the smug curve of your lips causing him to blush deeper as you inquire of him what exactly ‘that’ is. 

“W-w-well, y-y-you know….that…uh…” His next reaction is instinctive. He smacks your ass and races down the hallway, telling you he’ll catch you later. 

For all his speed, it fails to help him escape the heavy text book you chuck at him right after. 

anonymous asked:

AU where Steve didn't crash land but Peggy thinks he did. He shows up and they have their dance

“Steve…?” The tears spills before she can stop them; her lower lip trembling, heart sinking into the pit of her stomach. There is no response, just static. 

“Steve?” She tries again, just to assure herself of the truth she already knows. Steve Rogers is gone and there is nothing she can do to change it.

Peggy goes to the Stork Club anyway. She wears the red dress and matching lipstick, her hair done and her heels polished. She can’t remember a time she’d put so much effort into anything. Maybe it’s because she silently hopes if she puts all the feelings she never voiced out there, if she hopes hard enough, Steve will be there. He’ll crack a joke about being late, maybe stutter through an apology and everything will be right.

But a piece of her knows that she’s dressed so well because she’ll be saying good-bye. Steve is gone, and this will be the final nail in the coffin.

She sits alone, sipping a drink, her eyes flitting over the smiling couples on the dance floor. The music is loud and the happiness in the air feels like it’s suffocating her. This isn’t right! Steve should be beside her. They should be out there on the dance floor, laughing and smiling like fools, because maybe Steve couldn’t dance to save his life but she’d considered it worth it if it meant she got to be held by him.

She downed the rest of the drink in one gulp, the liquid burning on the way down. 

A man in a cheap suit slides into the empty seat beside her. He smells like cheap cologne and booze and the roguish smile on his unshaven face makes her want to punch him in the teeth. “Hey, doll,” he drawls. “What’s a pretty dame like you doing here by yourself?”

She weighs the empty cup in her hand like she’s considering bashing it against his head. “Waiting for my date,” she replies tersely.

The man glances around with a chuckle on his lips. “Don’t see nobody coming this way.”

Her heart aches at the thought and she glances at the door again, just in case. Through her teeth she hisses, “He’ll be here.”

“Come now, doll, why don’t I take your mind off it with a dance?” 

A firm hand suddenly clamps down on the man’s shoulder. “Actually, she owes me a dance.”

She could swear the figure before her was an alcohol induced vision. Steve was dead, she’d come here tonight to convince herself of it, but there he stood, tall in his uniform, grinning slightly.

“Sorry, I’m late, Peggy,” he says as he hauls the man to his feet.

“Steve?” She fumbles for the right words, her hands trembling.

The man takes the hint and slinks off to the next table where a cluster of girls sit ogling Steve.

“I thought-” The tears flow again. “I thought you were dead.”

He grabs her hand and places it on his chest, over his heart, letting her feel the pulse beating beneath her palm. “I couldn’t leave my best girl,” Steve whispers with a smile. “Not when she owes me a dance.”

She’s so happy, so overwhelmed, she forgets all sense of decorum and manners and throws her arms around his neck and kisses him like they’re the only people in the room. Steve’s hand cups her cheek, holding her close as he dares in a public setting.

“How?” She asks when she finally pulls away.

He shrugs, “I bailed out right before the ship hit the ice. Figured I’d rather swim than be a popsicle.”

“I was so worried!”

He gathers her in his arms, hugging her tight. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Peggy shakes herself, regaining control of herself. “Well, I suppose I did promise you a dance.”

Steve flashes her the brightest grin she’s ever seen and her heart melts a little. There aren’t enough words to describe how happy she is that he is here.

She leads him to the dance floor and places one hand on her hip, the other in her own hand. “Now,” he’s starring down at their shoes, already worried about stepping on her toes. 

She puts her finger under his chin and tilts his head back up with a smile. “Keep your eyes on me, Steve.”

“Always,” he whispers softly.

“Just follow me,” she pulls him backwards as she steps back and then to the left. Steve’s eyes remain rooted to her face as best he can, but the moment he actually does step on her toes he pulls his gaze away.

“I’m so sorry! See, what did I tell you?” His voice is teasing, but somehow apologetic as well.

Peggy merely laughs it off. “Come on. Let’s try again.” Before long they’re swirling around the dance floor, lost in the music, lost in each other. Steve still managed to step on her toes twice more before he really gained his confidence and managed to lead her through a song. 

They danced until the club closed and then stumbled out into the darkness with their arms slung around each other. 

“Was it worth the wait?” Steve asks as they walk down the street. “I mean, did you find the right partner?”

Her heart is so full it could burst. She places a kiss on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. “I wouldn’t want any other partner but you.”

Pairing: Kuroo/Kenma
Theme: coffeeshop!au: dessert (kuroken month day 27) (part i)

“So here’s that four hundred yen.”

Kenma actually pockets it and Kuroo can’t help the small smile that lifts one corner of his mouth. He shakes his head when Kenma looks at him inquiringly and takes the seat across from him. It’s been a week; with volleyball and school on his end and work and school on Kenma’s, Friday afternoon is actually the first time they’re both free. They’ve texted. They’ve definitely texted. But Kuroo’s still relieved when he sees Kenma there at their prearranged time; it makes him happy for two reasons:

1. Kenma is still interested enough that he’s shown up.

2. Kuroo’s ten minutes early, which means Kenma’s even earlier. And, assuming Kenma didn’t remember the wrong time, that’s got to be a great sign.

Kuroo chose a dessert place; his first instinct had been to ask him out to coffee, but not only is that where they met, that’s where Kenma works. And he more likely than not doesn’t want their first date (is Kuroo allowed to call this that?) to be there, where he’s reminded of cleaning mugs and being overwhelmed by the scent of coffee.

Kuroo has put a lot of thought into this date.

“So… thanks for not standing me up,” Kuroo starts as casually as he can.

“I wanted my money.”


Kuroo looks up and relaxes when he sees the ghost of a smile on Kenma’s expression. He returns to looking at the menu; Kuroo Tetsurou is no stranger to first dates, but this is definitely one where he’s more nervous than usual. Kuroo Tetsurou isn’t nervous very often. He’s nervous before big volleyball matches, sure, but that’s because it’s at the college level and broadcasted on national television. But before final exams, meeting others for the first time, during interviews, he is the exact definition of calm and collected.

But Kozume Kenma, the new barista who draws probably the cutest cats Kuroo’s ever seen, makes his insides melt and knees turn to jelly, so Kuroo’s so glad modern civilization has dictated sitting while eating.

So glad.

He’d even done the slightly unthinkable and reached out to Bokuto Koutarou, his best friend, for help. Bokuto’s a great guy; that’s not the problem. He’s the best, the most loyal friend anyone could ask for. But the thing is, he’s not exactly spectacular in the romance department. He’s dating someone, yeah, but Kuroo had orchestrated that and the first thing he says to Akaashi Keiji is:

“I know he can come off really strong, but I swear, Bokuto’s a great guy. Give him five chances.”


“Five. Maybe six. Let’s say seven to be safe. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

The stunning advice that Bokuto gives is to play footsie. Footsie. And Kuroo’s incredulous at first; it shows in the way he just stares, eyes narrowed and at a loss for words. But then Bokuto explains that it’s perfect; it’s subtle enough that he can assess just how into him he is but can also easily be played off as an accident if it turns out Kenma’s not interested.

So Kuroo waits until after they’ve ordered, an apple pie tart for Kenma and just a cappuccino for himself, to tentatively reach his foot out. It touches to something physical and Kuroo steals a glance. Kenma doesn’t look at him, but what matters is that he’s not frowning or expressing any sort of displeasure. Relaxing, Kuroo grows a bit bolder; he sits up straighter and rests his chin in his palm. “So,” he says, moving his foot slowly and gently, “how’ve you been this week? There’s a movie–”

“Kuro,” Kenma drawls.

“Yeah?” he asks, catches the very slight modification to his name and hopes that it’s a nickname Kenma’s bestowed, not him forgetting Kuroo’s family name.

Kenma looks at him tiredly.

“You’re playing footsie with the table leg. It’s making everything shake.”

Daddy’s little kitten (Part twelve)

“Okay, that’s everything unpacked i think” Harry spoke sounding absolutely bloody exhausted. “Thanks baby” i whispered whilst placing a tender loving kiss onto his cheek.

Looking around the room i smiled to myself. I was now living with the man i love, something which i never dreamed of happening. Never did i ever think me and Harry would make it this far. I thought it was just a short fling, that i was someone he could get his sexual needs from, his little kitten.

My sugar daddy has proved himself wrong.

“It finally feels like home” Harry spoke. “What do you mean?” i asked whilst staring intently at the business man. “It feels like home now you live here. Before it was so lonely and well… empty i guess” he shrugged. “Awww Harry, so you do have a sensitive side!” i giggled whilst pulling at his cheeks. “Bugger off” he laughed whilst walking away from me.

I walked to one of the boxes and pulled the last item out. “You forgot this Mr Styles!” i laughed whilst waving a white photo frame in the air. I gently placed it down onto the bedside table whilst Harry sauntered over to inspect the new item. “I dont remember this being taken?” the curly haired man spoke with his brow furrowed. “That’s because you were drunk silly” i giggled whilst poking his ribs.

We looked so happy in the picture. Probably because we were both so intoxicated that we couldn’t see straight but that’s besides the point. I was wearing a tight little number whilst Harry had his tattooed arm draped around me. He looked adorable and different. His usual black suit was nowhere to be seen meaning that his usual serious side was gone. We were laughing at something, Harry had probably made a cheesy joke no doubt.

“I want one of them for my desk babe” Harry declared still staring at the photo. “We look so happy and loved up” he laughed. “That’s because we are, duhhh” i giggled. “C’mereee” he cooed opening his arms. I fell forward into his warm embrace and snuggled into his chest.

“I told you we would be together. I didn’t break my promise did i?” “You didn't” i smiled. “Its just me and you now Kitten, no more drama.” He traced small circles onto my back as i snuggled into his chest, inhaling the scent of his usual aftershave; Paco Rabanne one million.

“How about i go and get us a take away and we can have a movie night, just me and you snuggled up on the sofa? Best make the most of this time off we’ve got together” my boyfriend suggested. “That sounds like a really good plan” i cooed causing him to release me from his grasp and grab his car keys off the side. He then kissed my forehead whilst muttering a ‘be back soon’ and his range rover could be heard reversing off the drive.

Deciding to have an explore i trudged back into the bedroom to see what i could find. Opening one of the bedside drawers i noticed a small book which was labelled as ‘Harry’s journal’.

Now i dont know about you, but im quite a curious person. If somebody tells me not to open something, i have to open it. I was curious to see what Harry could possibly write about. What if he has written about me? It can’t be that private as it has no lock on it, and surely you wouldn’t leave it in such an obvious place if you didn’t want people to read it.

My heart was telling me to forget about the journal and respect Harry’s privacy, but my mind had other ideas.

I listened to my mind whilst the curiosity ate away at my shaking nimble fingers. Flicking through the pages i came across one that was labelled “My darling Y/N… Daddy’s Little Kitten.” Knowing it was about me i began to read the comments which Harry had scribbled down.

My Darling Y/N. Oh what would i do without my beautiful ray of sunshine? She’s my everything, my life, my world. I can’t wait to be able to hold her in my arms and kiss her goodnight. To wake up every morning next to her beautiful petite figure. I don’t know how i’ve dropped so lucky. Genuine girls never go for me. They think i’m a player. That’s probably because i am. Well, i was. Not anymore.

I just hope my plan to get rid of Scarlett works. I dont want y/n to be hurt due to any of this. I just want me and her to be together so i can spoil her and give her everything she deserves.

I find it hard to love people, but there’s no doubt about the fact that i love y/n. She is perfect. My princess.”


Shit. My trembling hands snapped the book shut but it was too late.

“What are you doing love?” he asked but his eyes soon went wide when he noticed what was in my shaking hands.

“Is that my journal?”

Again, i tooooook so long but i apologise. I hope you enjoy this part, i have made quite a bit of an effort with it. I was thinking how i could carry the storyline on but ive come up with this so i hope you like it. Please like if you read and dont be afraid to message me with feedback. I love you all!

P.s requests are open. Oh and sorry for the cliffhanger again!

Kirstie xx

anonymous asked:

What do you think the hosts reactions would be to finding their s/o covered in paint and working on a new painting? (Assuming they didn't know their s/o painted or was an artist)

What a fun request! Thank you :3 Sorry some of these are so long 0.0 Hmm maybe people could specify whether they want long or short imagines from now on? :D

Also, just a note, I don’t actually do requests in the order they’re given to me, I just do the ones I have ideas for first. I promise I’ll eventually get to all of them though :) 

Tamaki - You were spending your evening working on a new painting, when suddenly Tamaki bursts into your room. “Princess! I missed you so I decided I’d com-,” he paused when he saw you, palette in one hand, paintbrush in the other. He mouth dropped as he saw your painting in progress. It was a castle among the clouds, with a blond prince looking character standing in front.

“I was going to show you when it was finished… but I guess it’s too late for that,” you say, smiling. He steps closer to the easel, and crouches down to get a better look at the prince. “Do you like the way I portrayed you?” you ask. “You drew me?” he says, eyes sparkling. “Of course I did, Tamaki. You inspire me!” That brought him over the edge. His face flushed a deep red, and he pulls you into a long hug. Tamaki was so excited when you offered to give it to him, that he insisted you finish it today. So, for the rest of the evening, you painted, and Tamaki sat there and watched you adoringly, endlessly thanking you for this sweet gesture.

Kyoya - You’re painting away in your house, when suddenly you catch a glimpse of your clock, and realize you’re completely late for your date with Kyoya. You pack away your supplies and change into a dress before quickly making your way over to the restaurant. You arrive nearly a half hour late, and scan the room for your dark haired boyfriend, sitting alone. You find him and take your seat in front of him, apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Kyoya. How can I make it up to you?” you say, feeling extreme guilt. He doesn’t seem too bothered, but rather pleased. “Make it up to me by showing my the painting you’re working on,” You cock your eyebrow. How did he know? He’s able to read your mind easily, and leans in close. You lean toward him, expecting him to whisper something, but instead he brings a hand to your jawline. “I know, because you’ve got paint on you,” he says, pleased with his own detective work. Embarrassed, you try to wipe off the paint. “I’m sorry, I lost track of time and then I was in a rush to get here…” you begin to ramble. Kyoya cuts you off. “It’s okay dear, I understand,” he says knowingly.

Mori - You had been feeling overworked and stressed lately, so you decided to take the day off school to relax. So, you decided to help yourself relax by spending the day doing what you love most. You didn’t know what it was about painting, but you knew it always proved to be very therapeutic for you. You started a new painting, and slowly started to forget all of your worries. Mori, on the other hand, was not able to keep the worries out of his head. He was back at Ouran Academy, sitting in class, incapable of paying attention to the lesson. Knowing you rarely miss class, Mori couldn’t help but think something awful had happened to you. When class was dismissed, he rushed over to your house to make sure you were okay. The front door was opened, so he let himself in and made his way to your room. When he looked through the door, what he saw stunned him for a moment, then brought a soft smile to his face. He love how you looked so at peace and content, and how natural your smile was. You snap out of your dream world when Mori taps you on the shoulder

“I came to see if you were okay. I was worried about you,” he says. He looks around the room, taking the time to appreciate all the paintings you’ve done over the years. His gaze stops at one. “I think this one is the most beautiful,” he says. It was a self portrait.

Honey - You had arranged Honey to come over for dinner at 6, so you decided to paint to pass the time until then. Honey, who was too excited to wait, decided he’d show up an hour early. He walked into your room, ready to surprise you, until he caught sight of what you were doing. Suddenly, he was the one who was surprised.

“Wow ____-chan! That’s so pretty!” Honey said with a big smile. “D-do you think I could try to paint something?” he asks. Curious to see his skill, you set up a blank canvas for him and tell him to paint whatever he likes. He starts working away while using only 3 colours: pink, light pink and red. You sit there, amused, for a couple of minutes until he colours in the last heart. “Done!” Honey says cheerfully. The finished product consisted of a pink, bunny-eared blob with a plethora of red hearts surrounding it. “That’s actually pretty good, Honey!” you say, impressed. “Thanks , ____-chan, but it’s not as good as any of yours!”

Hikaru - Your Sunday afternoon is going as usual, with a paintbrush in hand and a smile on your face. As you step back to admire your now finished painting, you knock over one of your opened paint cans. The pool of red paint quickly spreads across the floor, so you quickly drop to your knees to clean it, in fear of it ruining the nearby furniture. It took me years to find this shade, and it was pretty expensive too… you think, brows furrowed with anger. You dump the ruined rags into a black trash bag to take outside and throw away. Just as you were walking outside, Hikaru was walking up your driveway. He stops at the sight of you, taking it all in. Well someone looks angry… I wonder what’s in that black bag? And what is that red… substance? He calls out to you in a tone that sounds almost frightened, “Hey, ______-chan? Is uh… everything okay?” You note the fear in his voice, look down at yourself and suddenly realize how this might look out of context. You decide to play it out a little more.

“Come with me, Hikaru, I want to show you something,” you say in a low voice.  His eyes grow wide, and with great hesitation, he begins to follow you into the house. You lead him to your painting room, continuing the act. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my… hobby earlier, Hikaru…” you say. Hikaru’s heart stops for a second, until you open the door to reveal a canvas, with a beautiful drawing of a red Cardinal bird in a winter setting. Hikaru stands there stunned for a moment, and you burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you thought I was a serial killer or something!” you say through your giggles. “I admit, you really got me there for a second,” Hikaru replies, now laughing with you. “And I also have to admit, that is a gorgeous painting. Who knew my baby was a talented actor and artist?” he says with a proud smile.

Kaoru - “Haven’t seen those pants before, are they new, _____-chan?” Kaoru asks jokingly. “What are you talking about? I wear these sweatpants all the time,” you say, looking down to see paint splotches all over you. Oh. “You never told me you painted, _____,” Kaoru says, sounding almost hurt. You give him an apologetic look, “Sorry, it’s just embarrassing showing other people my art I guess,”  "Well, if it means anything, I’m sure I’ll love it if it’s made by you! Remember that time you made me those totally burnt cookies? I still loved them, because they were yours,“ he says, smiling at the old memory. You smile back, figuring that he is right. You promise to show Kaoru your paintings when you get the chance, and for the rest of the day, he can’t stop talking about how excited he is, and how amazing you are for having so many mysterious talents.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a take on Ryan's tragic backstory? (I know you said you actually have a nicer background for him but i thought you might have a dark version too!)

 Anonymous said: What are some of your head cannons for FAHC Ryan?

Ryan didn’t set out to be what he became. Few children dream of becoming devastation. It’s a trope that is thrown around in all kinds of media – redeemable bad guy, killer with a heart of gold. How quaint. Like most things, the real life version is so much darker.

There’s something bleak and awful in a world renown mercenary who still feels for every victim. Something inescapably tragic in finding satisfaction in an act so personally distasteful. Because Ryan’s never been cruel, exactly. Would never dream of torturing an animal, of hurting a child. Doesn’t even enjoy the majority of the dirty work he’s surrounded himself in. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy any of it. Doesn’t get some level of dark gratification from his own competence, from the fear he’s sown, the reputation he’s nurtured, the safety he’s crafted from blood-soaked screams and scorched white bones. There was a time when the Vagabond was truly as dispassionate as they say, but since joining the Fake AH Crew the mercenary certainly lived up to the gang’s notorious affinity for flare; Ryan always was a bit theatrical, and the only thing worse than an apathetic killer is one who can see the morbid humour in it all.

Ryan’s criminal career actually begins years before the Vagabond crashed into being. Started like so many others; young and bored, too clever for his own good and desperate for a way to prove it. He drifts into a group who wanted bigger, wanted better, wanted a life society told them was forbidden. It would be easy to say he got caught up in the wrong crowd, pulled along in their wake, but it wouldn’t be accurate. Ryan has been many things but never meek. Never a blind follower. Ryan who could never settle for simply trusting what others tell him, never believing in absolutes he hasn’t tested for himself. Not when he could find another way around, a way under, when he could take the problem apart and find a solution no one else ever expected.

So he joined, he fit in, he rose and he flourished. Ryan wasn’t a killer back then, criminal yes but not a mercenary; they were thieves mostly, would posture and swagger and inflate their own egos but they kept away from the big gangs. At least at first. Because sooner or later things are going to go south and it wasn’t pretty when they did. The group fractures, those who can flee back to their old lives, or into the relative safety of bigger crews, and those left behind have blood on their hands and a bounty on their heads.

Taking a life isn’t quite as difficult as Ryan had anticipated. Awful, of course, and not something he would do without necessity, but the time for scruples has surely passed and if death is what it takes for the last dregs of his gang to live then Ryan will paint the streets red. It’s wrong, he knows. It’s bad, immoral, everything people aren’t meant to be; it’s wrong and Ryan does it anyway. Figures morality is all well and good but won’t help at all if they’re all dead.

For a while it works, their group is small but it’s solid, together they were magnificent. Not that anyone cares about all that, not when the story everyone knows comes after. Comes, of course, with the birth of the Vagabond.

It’s no real surprise that the prominent story surrounding the origin of the most notorious mercenary in the country is as dark and unforgivable as the man himself. A tale of betrayal, of protecting his identity by wiping out all who knew him before the mask, making a name off of the death of those he once called friends. It’s chilling, horrifically fitting and almost entirely untrue; the crew dies, yes, treachery as the hands of one of their own but Ryan is not their Judas.  

The man who traded away their lives for the right price was Ryan’s best friend in all the world, close enough to call brother, someone he trusted so blindly he’d let himself be beaten half to death before he even thought about retaliating. The only crew blood on Ryan’s hands was, it turns out, the most undeniably clean-cut case of self defence, not that it matters in the long run. Not when it plays out in the dark, out of sight, without witness. Not when he’s the only one who walks away, the one who dons a mask and buries his name, retreats from humanity and loses all semblance of mercy. Against all odds Ryan managed to survive. The man he had once been did not.

The story takes on a life of its own and the Vagabond does nothing to stop it; he is, after all, a killer. People should fear him, should run and hide and pray he doesn’t darken their doors. He killed a man who he loved dearly; what line was there left to cross? What sin could be thought too great?

Free from distraction the Vagabond throws himself into his work, takes job after job and sets to building the most terrifying image possible, a reputation full of atrocities which grow with every telling. There are no weak spots for his enemies to target, no useless emotions dragging him down; they say he’s heartless, say he’s inhuman, call him evil, call him corruption, call him nightmare. Eventually Ryan grows used to the way people shudder when they see him, confident in his talents and comfortable with his image. He finally acclimatises to the way mirrors reflect nothing but a cold black skull, and perhaps he couldn’t quite call himself happy but he isn’t exactly displeased with his life.

It becomes cathartic in it’s own way, a sense of satisfaction born from devastation, a sort of peace found in ruin. It makes him his own kind of damaged Ryan knows. Makes him unfixable, maybe. Or maybe it’s that thought in and of itself that condemns him, self awareness of his own desecration, a self fulfilling future of irredeemable wrongness. Either way he knows there’s no going back to how he was. Either way he knows, deep down, that he isn’t sure he wants to. Isn’t sure he’d take back soft, harmless Ryan even if he could, even with the nightmares, the fear and self doubt, the guilt. The glaring absence of guilt.

Ryan isn’t ashamed of what he is, of who he became. He can track his path directly, has run his choices over and over in his mind and comes to the same solutions every time; the Vagabond has always acted with intention. Ryan has always done what he needed to, what he wanted to, always evolved and advanced and overcome. So he isn’t ashamed, but he’s not always proud either. Not always confident that a life spent doing what is necessary rather than what is right is a life worth preserving.  

It’s easier now, in the island of misfit toys, the family of selfish entertainment and bloodstained choices. Easier to justify the savagery of necessity when it is more than just his own life he is protecting, more than just his personal goals he is chasing. In the FAHC Ryan has found the acceptance he never knew he wanted, rekindled emotions he’d have sworn were beaten out of him in a dark alley all those years ago. Like stitching together a ragged wound he’d borne for so long he’d forgotten how to live without it; the scars would never truly fade away, still twinge on the worst days, but all of a sudden he’s faced with a life free of constant misery.

There is no way to repay them for that, for showing him a world where death and joy do not cancel each other out, soothing his conflictions without changing who he has become, for kinship between the equally wicked. Ryan knows they believe he’d die for them, and he would. Would jump right in with eyes wide open, just as self-aware as when he let’s Geoff make a show of his obedience, let’s Jack drag him out looking for ridiculously specific vehicles or let’s Jeremy tag in on a job he could have handled alone. As when he slows down a new trick Michael’s covertly trying to replicate or resigns himself to indentured servitude when Gavin plays him like a puppet; affection clearer in action than he could ever conceptualise in speech, trusting his team to understand.

What they don’t seem to understand is the fact that, if they needed him to, he would do so much more than die for them. To die is nothing, is brief sacrifice, but Ryan would ruin. Would create and destroy and conqueror. Were he asked to he would tear down the whole world around them, set it alight and shelter them from the blaze; a level of devotion that scares even himself when he considers it late at night, beyond thankful for their ignorance. Well, Geoff probably knows, something dark and thoughtful in his eyes when he looks at Ryan, something deeply confident in Ramsey when he commands the Vagabond. Assurance that no threat is idle, no harrowing claim is merely theatrics, and that knowledge alone should be enough to send Ryan running, to remind him of what happens when he lets down his guard, but it doesn’t, not anymore. Not since he recognised the clear display of trust in all that conviction, relishing in the opportunity to prove himself worthy; eyes alight with dangerous promise he now merely looks back at Geoff and has faith.

It’s not perfect; no matter how happy he is with his crew Ryan will still lose himself inside his own head sometimes, a place no other can follow, no other can ever truly understand. For all he is the ghoul in the nightmares of so many others Ryan never could quite extinguish his own demons. After all this time he still goes back and considers all his choices, still asks himself endless questions, gives endless answers, constantly assessing his place in the world, his counts and tallies, his debt. It’s how he reassures himself of the truth.

Did he make mistakes?


Does he have regrets?


Does death haunt him?


Did he choose this?


Is he monstrous?


Would he do worse?


Does he love them?


Did they destroy him?


Does he love them?


Will he destroy them?


Does he love them?


Is it worth it?


Are they worth it?


Is he worth it?


Is he worth it?

Justin Bieber Rules

Based on this.
Requested by gummybearsjunkeee

Sorry about the title, but I knew there was no other way of getting your attention. Now. Stop. Please. Stop scrolling now. I know what you’re thinking - “Oh, it’s one of those things,” but seriously, please stop. This is important. Please just stop and read this. This is Dean, you know, Dean Winchester. According to Cas, you still have your memories. They’re few, but they’re still in there. I know you think that I’m not real, and that I’m just some fictional character played by this dude called “Jensen Akles” or something like that and that Sam is just some “Jared Padaleski” but I promise you that we’re real.

You don’t belong where you are, you belong with us.

Cas says that you think we’re from a show called Supernatural, and that that’s the only thing keeping your memories about us. He knows that you have held on to these memories because of that, the show, but none of it is real. I’m begging you to think about this: have there been times when you suddenly get a feeling you can’t explain, like chills running down your back, or maybe just the odd sense that time isn’t really passing? That the present is always just so hard to catch?

You’re in a coma. You’ve been in a coma for two years now, and I’ve sat by you everyday, just waiting for you to wake up, but you’re not getting better, baby. Nothing is getting better. Cas can’t heal you, and I’m going crazy without you. Sammy doesn’t know what to do anymore, none of us do. But now Cas is trying to reach in you to try to get you to see this. I guess that since you’re still reading, it has worked. You’ve got to pull through, okay, baby? You have to. You are my everything, my million stars, and heaven’s highway is closed without you.

I know that you must think that this is just another silly “imagine” or something like that, but please believe me. Carry-on-my-wayward-imagines? They’re not real. Jensen Akles, Jared Padaleski, Mischa Collins, all of those people? They’re not real. What is real is us, and we’re waiting for you. You have to come home. You have to wake up, baby.

This is all my fault. I caused this, and I’m so sorry about that. I have no idea what your life is in your mind, and I can only hope that it’s going well, but if it isn’t, just know that it’s not real. I want you to forgive me, and I want to have my arms around you again with your head resting on my chest, just like we used to. But I will be okay if you don’t forgive me. I will be okay if we don’t do that ever again. Just wake up. Please. I love you, and I just need you to wake up.

Now, you’re probably going to finish reading this and just scroll down and keeping reading some other things, and slowly put this in the back of your mind. But you can’t do that. I need you to hold onto this, because I’m coming for you, baby. I’ll get you out, no matter how hard it might be. I don’t care, I need you. Cas isn’t really sure how fast time is passing with you, but don’t worry, baby, I promise you that I’m coming. It might happen in a few years for you, or maybe in a day or two (hopefully it will be that) but promise me something for now. Promise me that you won’t forget me. I couldn’t bare it if you did. I wish I could say more, but Cas told me that I only have a few minutes and

chinonshou  asked:

(In response to that Robin and her mother ask from before) But don't you think it's odd that Robin's mother got spooked about Robin being Grima yet still kept that Grima stuff? Like I mean if she really worshiped Grima like Plegians are supposed to after she ran away, then why run away in the first place? Your daughter is going to be the means for your master to return, hurray! And if she didn't, then why keep the cape at all?

Ok, assumptions time, since everything that happened before the game is a big mistery.

From Validar we just know that he was supposed to be the new Grima vessel, but things went wrong for him? He wasn’t the choosen one, or something like that. So he waited, later he had a baby as well, and this time the ritual worked, his baby was the perfect vessel to hold Grima’s soul and power. Validar dedicated his life to the Grima cult: looks like all his existence was about being a servant of Grima.. but, what about Robin’s Mother? We don’t know who was her, if she was a Grima follower, a prisoner, a royal figure, a warrior… we just know that when Robin was born, she refused to leave her child be sacrificed, and she run away, with her newborn in her arms. So, even if was an evil dragon workshipper, she cared more about her kid than the ritual, and this makes her, in any version of the story you want to believe, a Grima traitor.

About the cape, we know that is a tactician cape, it has plegian colors, and definitely some grima signs over it. But a lot of Plegians clothes have the same 6 eyes pattern, since it’s the official realm religion. Like Henry’s clothes. Or the dark knights (even Tharja had somes, in an early version of her design). So we can suppose that it was just a plegian tactician cape, and has nothing to indicate that she was a loyal workshipper . Also, not all Plegians necesarrily worhshipped Grimleal for real, it was the official religion, but we can suppose that only a small, secret group of people really wanted the dragon’s return.

So, knowing this, we can think that Robin’s mother was probably a plegian tactician, and a proud Plegian, since she kept that cape. Still, knowing that Validar and his soldier were looking for her, she probably escaped in Ylisse, where no one knew them or cared about her clothes that much. (Then we can suppose that she had other clothes, of course, but she kept that cape)
Then what happened next, is a big mistery? Mother and daughter/son lived always traveling from a place to another, trying to escape from the Grimleal who were looking for them, and doing this until Robin was near 20 years old (when the game starts). What happened to Robin’s Mother then is up to speculations: they took different routes? Grimleal found them, and she got killed in the fight? She died in other circumstances? I think this can be headcanons material :)
But to explain why Robin was in Ylisse, wearing a plegian tactician cape, when they were supposed to run away from that realm during all their life, the logical answer is that their mother give it to them. Also this explains why they knew magic AND swordfight and tactics. It’s a particular class, it’s not something they can learn just by a mage or a knight or a farmer.

So, this is my theory! In my personal version of story, Robin’s Mother was an officially royal tactician, and she ended very near the Grimleal cult, because she was curious to see how that could help the realm in the future wars (stretegically speaking). Then she ended to marry Validar (or at least, she ended to be part of the vessel ritual), but when she discovered that her child was going to be sacrificed to call a dragon, who wanted only destroy humakind, she run away, saving her baby and leaving the realm.
After that they traveled in the near realms, from town to town, leaving hand to mouth, and trying to hide themself from the enemies. Mother tought to Robin how to cast a spell with tomes, how to fight with swords and gave her lessons about strategy and logic, knowing that that would be handy for her in a future.
Several months before the beginning of the game though, the Grimleal found them, and they had a ferocious fight. After that, Mother died, and the now 20 Robin promised to her grave that she would revenge her mother, by going to kill whoever was hunting them. And to make her decision official, she took her mother’s tactician cape, to never forget her. Then the game happens.

  • "Baby, that's just me."
  • "Somewhere we went wrong."
  • "I won't forget about us."
  • "You've got me smiling in my sleep."
  • "I'm terrified of what you do."
  • "For the first time in my life I know it's real."
  • "I can't make you feel what you don't feel."
  • "There's so much you need to know."
  • "I can't wait for you to understand."
  • "I don't know how to fix the pain."
  • "We're out of time."
  • "You've got a face for a smile."
  • "Maybe you'll call me someday."
  • "I promise you today I'll wait."
  • "You're not sorry."
  • "I don't fall easy often."
  • "We'll stay up all night long."
  • "I want you and I want you bad."
  • "Tonight I'm letting go."
  • "Gonna give you every little piece of me."
  • "I only want the best for you."
  • "You didn't have the will to fight."
  • "You must be a miracle worker."
  • "You told me you'd never fall in love."
  • "Baby, try to understand."
  • "Give your heart a break."
  • "When it comes to you, I'm never good enough."
  • "You make me wanna act like a girl."
  • "Pain's more trouble than love is worth."
  • "I'd rather be numb."
  • "You'll be coming home with me tonight."
  • "I can't sleep tonight."
  • "You could be my sanity."
  • 'I don't know what I'd do without you."
  • "One day I'll have to let it all go."
  • "I never want you back in my life."
  • "You can take your words and all your lies."
  • "I really don't care."
  • "Maybe you shouldn't come back."
  • "I hate you, don't leave me."
Devil May Cry {Sentence Starters}
  • "So, you must be the handyman who'll take any dirty job, am I correct?"
  • "This is my fight, and I will finish it."
  • "So sad that humans will always be humans, no more."
  • "Glad I got your attention. I was beginning to feel a little ignored."
  • "I have retreated once, and I will not do so again!"
  • "Don't come any closer, you devil."
  • "Wait! We should leave. For the moment, we have all that we need."
  • "I promise, I'll make things right for you."
  • "Strange and ironic that it will end the same way."
  • "What are you doing here!? Forget it, I don't have time for this."
  • "Didn't your mother teach you how to use a door?"
  • "I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with light!"
  • "I've told you, you can't do it! Don't you get it?"
  • "It's been nearly a year since we last met. Where does the time go?"
  • "You are not human, are you?"
  • "Oops, sorry. I must have knocked on the door a bit too hard."
  • "Wait, do you really want to shoot me? Can you shoot me?"
  • "So, this is what they call a heartwarming family reunion, eh?"
  • "Come on! Get up! You can do better than that."
  • "Well, if you want to use the bathroom, help yourself. The toilet's in the back."
  • "What's the matter? Why the glare?"
  • "Look at you, making a big dramatic entrance and stealing my spotlight!"
a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 11)
  • "We were close, never close enough."
  • "I'll come around if you ever want to be in love."
  • "You always had something effortless."
  • "At school you were the biggest deal."
  • "We were young, we were side by side, don't know when we started losing touch."
  • "I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s."
  • "There are roads left in both of our shoes."
  • "If the silence takes you then I hope it takes me, too."
  • "Brown eyes I hold you near."
  • "You’re the only song I want to hear."
  • "I've tried before to tell her of the feelings I have for her in my heart."
  • "Every little thing she does is magic."
  • "Must I always be alone?"
  • "I’m drunk off your kiss."
  • "This is becoming too routine for me."
  • "I did not mean to lead you on."
  • "It's all right to pretend that we still talk."
  • "It’s just for show, isn’t it?""It’s my fault that it fell apart."
  • "You were everything I wanted but I just can't finish what I've started."
  • "I still pick my friends over you."
  • "We're making our own history."
  • "This is the moment where it all began."
  • "Every single hero has to start out looking like me and you."
  • "We can do this if we really want to."
  • "Why mess up a good thing, baby?"
  • "It’s a risk to even fall in love."
  • "This is trouble."
  • "I don’t go out much like I used to."
  • "Why leave when I got you, baby?"
  • "It’s a risk but babe, I need the thrill."
  • "I never said you'd be easy."
  • "It could be lethal, sleeping with a friend."
  • "No heroes, villains, one to blame."
  • "The thrill is gone."
  • "We used to have it all."
  • "It's our time to go, but at least we stole the show."
  • "I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me."
  • "I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me."
  • "I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me."
  • "When you kiss me, I am happy enough to die."
  • "Classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool."
  • "You and that girl, she your girlfriend?"
  • "Pretty girls don't know the things that I know."
  • "I love this secret language that we're speaking."
  • "Never really thought we would make it."
  • "I don't wanna see the end begin."
  • "I never felt nothing in the world like this before."
  • "You could have stayed but you wouldn't give me a chance."
  • "Why does your pride make you run and hide?"
  • "Are you that afraid of me?"
  • "I will wait for you."
  • "You're still in love with me."
  • "You don't love me at all."
  • "You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll."
  • "You're so damn hot."
  • "So who's this other guy you've got?"
  • "Once upon a time, we burned bright, now all we ever seem to do is fight."
  • "I could've been a princess, you'd be a king, but no, you let me go."
  • "You really hurt me."
  • "I'm going straight to hell."
  • "You're going down."
  • "God, it hurts so much to be the bearer of bad news."
  • "Don't just dream in your sleep, it's just lazy."
  • "I am going sleepless and you're out of lullabies."
  • "You've got a dark heart, you've got a cold kiss."
  • "You always let me down."
  • "I'm a junky for the way that you please."
  • "I almost told you that I loved you, thank God I didn't because it would've been a lie."
  • "I say the damnedest things when your on top of me."
  • "I'm not the one that you want, I'm not the one that you need."
  • "My love is like a fucking disease."
  • "I'm the hardest mother fucker to please."
  • "They say you never miss it 'til it's gone; well you're gone and I wish I'd done it better."
  • "I miss having you close to me."
  • "I'm sorry, I promise I'll do better."
  • "Can we start again?"
  • "You needed something better."
  • "I want more."
  • "I try my best, but I don't ever change."
  • "Who wouldn't want it when he looks like that?"
  • "If I try my hardest, would you look my way?"
  • "Do you want to show me something new?"
  • "I know I want it far too much."
  • "Are you coming over soon?"
  • "Can I be what you like?"
  • "Don't try to fuck with me."
  • "This is the last time I am gonna put you back together."
  • "I'm sending pic after picture, I'mma get you fired."
  • "I can't stand these nights alone."
  • "You light up my cold heart."
  • "A love like this won't last forever."
  • "I'm not the one that you want me to be."
  • "Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating?"
  • "I know I'm gonna let you down."
  • "I wish I could say what I'm feeling; I'm scared to let these words out."
  • "I can't trust you."
  • "This isn't fun anymore."
  • "Damn, I thought we'd make it."
  • "You never got to heaven but you got real close."
  • "I beg for attention in small doses."
  • "You play those hearts like toys."
  • "I'm the option you shouldn't have chosen."
  • "This is the night you'll regret in the morning."
  • "I always wonder how far we could go."
  • "We could be free."
  • "This is my life and they'll call it a song."
  • "Make myself a king."
  • "There's no one to blame but you."
  • "You need me there, ain't no leaving me behind."
  • "There ain't nothing here for me anymore, but I don't wanna be alone."
  • "I can be a lone wolf with ya."
  • "All the world is gray as though you took the colors with you."
  • "We don't talk anymore like we used to do."
  • "What was all of it for?"
  • "I just heard you found the one you been looking for."
  • "Shoulda known your love was a game."
  • "I just hope you're lying next to somebody who knows how to love you like me."
  • "Call your girlfriend, it's time you had the talk."
  • "Say it's not her fault, but you just met somebody new."
  • "Let her down easy."
  • "You never meant to hurt no one."
  • "I give you something that you never even knew you missed."
  • "Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss."
  • "Now it's gonna be me and you."
  • "You're not sure that you love me."
  • "Don't worry 'bout this heart of mine."
  • "You're gonna break my heart anyway."
  • "Get it over with and just let me move on."
  • "Don't concern yourself with this mess you've left for me."
  • "You not making up your mind is killing me and wasting time."
  • "I'm sorry, I'm really a mess right now."
  • "I'm trying my best to get it together somehow."
  • "Tell me where love goes when it's gone."
  • "Suddenly someone is no one."
  • "I'm sorry, I let me fall for you."
  • "You're the hand I can't hold."
  • "I don't want you back, I just want to have what you took from me."
  • "I'll come around again, I know it's not the end."
  • "Love leaves a black hole where it dies."
  • "How can I ever love again?"
  • "I see you with her and it crushes me inside."
  • "Guess I should stop thinking about you all the time."
  • "Maybe this is a sign."
  • "Maybe I've been blind to reality."
  • "You seemed so interested."
  • "Was it real or was it all in my head?"
  • "She's so pretty, you two look so great."
  • "It was probably just a silly crush anyway."
  • "I just can't help but think that we could've had something."
  • "Did you ever feel the same?"
  • "I promised I wouldn't do it again."
  • "Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget."
  • "I hope you find a way to be yourself someday."
  • "Change can be amazing."
  • "I pray for the best for you."
  • "I wish you could be honest with me."
  • "Why’d you fake it?"
  • "Hesitation is killing me, too."
  • "I couldn’t save it."
  • "Friend, why don’t you love me?"
  • "Tell me you want me in your life."
  • "It helps that you feel the same."
  • "We started from a spark."
  • "We got dreams and they start right here."
  • "I cry like a baby when I don't get my way."
  • "I won't apologize when I make a mistake."
  • "Do you want me?"
  • "I got scars on my heart and they won't go away."
  • "Everybody knows I'm a little insane."
  • "I feel you don't even know I'm alive."
  • "I feel you think that I'm out of my mind."
  • "I just want someone to hold."
  • "You're looking at me strange like you want me to change."
  • "I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel."
  • "You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head."
  • "You're a miracle."
  • "I gotta stay with you."
  • "You're a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven."
  • "I know you're gone now, but I still wait for you."