bellarke + ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’
“Should I be concerned with how
much caffeine you’re taking in?”
The hand reaching across the
counter for her coffee stops and she glances up at the barista, with a raised
eyebrow, who did this guy think he was policing her coffee intake. “Excuse me?”
she asks, reaching the rest of the way and picks up her coffee cup.
“Sure it’s great for business and
I shouldn’t be complaining,” he starts. “But you have been in here every day
for the past week and a half, sometimes twice a day, and sometimes you get the
Clarke just stares at this
stranger, wondering just why he would care so much and she doesn’t know what
makes her tell him, maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or the fact that she’s
hyped up on caffeine or that fact that is barista is kind of adorable
especially with the way he’s looking at her. And not to mention those freckles.
Well I guess he wasn’t technically a stranger, considering she
has been in here for almost two weeks and he’s been here every day she
has. And he didn’t look like an axe murder so maybe she was safe telling him about her
“I’m a surgical resident and I’m
a fifth year and my boards are coming up,” she explains, using her free hand
to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her hair. “So there’s a lot of studying
on top of all my patients,” and she stops herself when she realizes she’s
“At Arkadia Medical?” he asks,
quirking an eyebrow in interest. “You’re going to be a surgeon?”
“That’s the plan anyway,” Clarke
“Well maybe I should let you get
back to your studying,” he says with a smile which Clarke returns before
turning around and turning back towards the hospital across the street.
Normally, she would just grab
some coffee at the coffee cart on the fourth floor of the hospital but that
tasted like sludge half the time. Someone needed to find out how to make
coffee, especially a hospital full of surgeons and surgical interns. Also, she
was partial to the coffee house right across the street from her hospital ever
since she discovered it.
“Hello?” Bilbo grumbled into his
phone. It was three in the morning and his phone had been ringing incessantly
until he finally decided to answer it. Had he been more awake he might have
been able to muster more anger or frustration on the matter, but as it was he
could hardly keep his eyes open let alone be angry at anyone.
“Finally!” the man on the other end
of the phone said. “What took you so long to answer?”
“It’s three in the morning,” Bilbo
muttered. He didn’t recognize the voice, but that did not mean that he didn’t
know the person. Bilbo was generally known for his lack of memory and had more
often than not completely forgot that he knew a person until they were
reminding him where they met in the first place.
@tinkbooklover said: Hey I have a prompt if you still are taking them. I was wondering if you could write something with Clarke. Like either a mother daughter or Marcus/Clarke talk about Kabby. Or both. Or like Clarke watching her mother fall in love over lots of scenes. Your choice. Just my thoughts.
I am SOOOOO sorry this is so late. Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes, guys! I hope this is okay. I love the idea of Clarke watching her mom fall in love. I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. I’ll write another one if it’s not good enough!!! ^_^
It’s what her mother had said upon hearing her daughter’s pleas to accompany them to the newfound swimming spot, courtesy of Octavia. It was a slow day around the camp, which was rare in itself, and Clarke wanted nothing more than for her mother to relax.
It wasn’t a white sand beach somewhere in the tropics like all of her Earth history books portrayed, but the water was just as beautiful, if not more.
In the end, all it takes is for Bellamy to convince Marcus, and for Marcus to literally drag her mother out from Medical.
“Did she put you up to this?” She hears her mother ask him as they pack up a few things and head out to hike an hour away from camp.
“Let’s just say I have this annoying little thing called a conscience that tells me it’s a bad idea.”
“Ah, well, is there anything I can do to convince your conscience otherwise?” Adrien asked, leaning his elbows on the windowsill. His startling green eyes seemed to act as a magnet, drawing her in until they were way too close.
“You don’t need to convince it at all…” she whispered, swaying closer and closer to him. There wasn’t enough air between them for her lungs to take in.
“And yet,” he said, his warm breath tickling the tip of her nose, “you still can’t stay?”
“Better not,” she murmured, completely unsure of what she was even saying anymore. Her brain was incredibly fuzzy as she stared into his steadily darkening eyes. His gaze fell upon her lips and she swallowed nervously.
“Well, that was an interesting development, Marinette,” Tikki said, her mouth full of the cookies her miraculous owner had just handed her.
They were back in Marinette’s room, having arrived at the corner in front of her house just before she detransformed behind a bus stop. She had grabbed a handful of cookies for Tikki on her way upstairs after giving her mother a swift kiss on the cheek and was now twirling around in her room.
“Interesting?” she said, making a final leap and collapsing onto her couch. “Tikki, it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened!”
“Oh, Marinette. When will you learn how to control your emotions?” Tikki said, laughing as Marinette continued to lie there, completely dazed and elated. When she didn’t respond for another minute, Tikki rolled her eyes. “Okay, but seriously. Earth to Marinette?”
Marinette snapped up into a seated position with the biggest grin on her face.
“I have to see him again!” she squealed, then, looking out of her window at the blood orange sunset, added, “Tonight!”
“What?!” Tikki exclaimed, flying up to her at once, the second half of the cookie left behind on the desk. “Marinette, think about what you’re saying. You have a duty and a responsibility as Ladybug that you absolutely cannot take lightly.”
Me @ my professors tomorrow and forever for the rest of my days:
Sorry, what was that? I can't hear you over the sound of LYDIA MARTIN PULLING STILES STILINSKI BACK INTO EXISTENCE BY THE SHEER POWER OF THEIR LOVE/UNSPOKEN CONNECTION/EMOTIONAL TETHER.
Everything changed after I kissed him.
Me after failing college and ultimately my entire life:
Yeah, you right.
He looked up and saw her and his breath stopped in his throat. His hands stopped too, still spread above the keyboard. Harpsichord notes do not carry, and in the sudden quiet of the drawing room, they both heard him take his next breath.
Hey, found your blog today randomly and love it:) I don't ship Touken because I just can't see it happening. I don't generally agree with Tokyo Ghoul shipping. You seem to be a polite person (that's what I have read so far). I'm just curious — why do you ship Touken? May I ask why? You don't have to answer.
Welcome to my blog! Thank you for leaving such a positive feedback! (⁄ ⁄^⁄ᗨ⁄^⁄ ⁄)
I must confess that I have a problem of answering questions like that. Some months ago, I got invited to a barbecue. I met some Tokyo Ghouls fans, we had a nice conversation and at some point we ended up at the shipping discussion. While everyone was talking about their OTP (if i remember correctly, I was surrounded by “Shuuneki” and “Hidekane” supporter, haha) I remained silent; it’s not that I felt lonely, but they were able to put their thoughts in a short shape and form. And I couldn’t help, I wasn’t able to do my job in a few sentences… orz. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ But listen to the shipping opinions of others was kind of interesting.
Huhm, getting emotionally attached to something or someone is a process that takes a while. It’s not that I had a *click* moment where I suddenly started loving them. I just found myself joining their journey in an instant of eternity. Usually I don’t start shipping two (fictional) characters… but if something did happen, it happened. Whether it’s right or wrong. And some part of me will always be loving them… the two are basically separate characters anyway and I love them like that as well. I love them for many reasons; for personal reasons, their character, their development,…
Well, I think I might have said this somewhere before, but one factor that influenced my “shipping decision” is their nonverbal communication; simply facial expressions. The way they look at each other is worth more than a thousand words. I actually enjoy (”enjoy”; more like “Okay, this is causing me serious emotional harm…”) these moments more than their actual conversation. ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡
➊ “This is all my fault… I’m sorry.” (Kaneki, Chapter 72) [On my first manga run]The first thing I did after seeing this: I went into my kitchen and made a pot of my favorite coffee. And I have drunk it. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. This little boy was being tortured 2 or 3 times everyday for 10+ days
and he took the blame for her injuries she received by her brother. That facial expression… and her reaction…
➋ “See you later, Touka-chan…” (Kaneki, Chapter 79) When he is forcing himself to smile, because he is trying to stop her from joining his group. And he felt so bad about the whole situation that he had to look away. Why are you always lying? Please, stop lying!
➌ Their first reaction when they haven’t seen or talked to each other for several months…
➍ Kaneki’s reaction when Touka told him quite emotional hurt that he shouldn’t return to Anteiku anymore. This always got me. According to his reaction, he never really expected to hear that of the least of her. ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡
➎ The crying face of Touka. “Why did you have to change?” (Touka, Chapter 120) She always had a tough time passing emotional boundaries with others. That was a face burned into his memory like no other. And it had
an influence on his decision.
➏ An amnesiac Kaneki/Haise entered
a certain coffee shop. He just wanted to drink a cup of coffee with “his kids”. Then a certain waitress appeared from the front door and…
.+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ That being said… to a degree, I believe in fate. I believe, some things happen, and were ment to happen, but not all things are determined by fate. We make are own decisions, but actual things that happen to us, like we were at the ‘right place at the right time’, is fate. That’s my personal opinion. And that’s why I also believe in John Gay’s
(English Dramatist and Poet) famous words: “We only part to meet again.”
I think, Kaneki and Touka deserve the golden pride award
in this discipline. To be honest, I wish, they would stop repeating this quote over and over again… (ಥ__ಥ) Sensei, make your mind up!
Another important reason is perhaps their relationship development itself. They started out as strangers who didn’t know how to deal with each other.
They didn’t get along well together; they are different as night and day, but at the same time they complement each other perfectly. He deals with the rough side of her tongue and her tomboyish behavior
without complaining. And he who plants kindness gathers her acceptance/respect/trust, because it caused Touka to think about her behavior. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ One reason why she was softening later. While Kaneki’s mother almost never had the time to spend with him, he stayed in his father’s study room. His mother didn’t have the strength, the resolve to turn back. And that’s why he never got an ability to gain strength. But with Touka he had the chance to change that to a certain degree, because she spent a long time training with him. He needs someone to push his limits. The once strangers became close.
I am in love all these little things. Sorry, I couldn’t have written a shorter response. Somehow I can’t explain it simply; maybe the roots of my OTP love began to grow too deep. I’m pretty sure there are other things I could list, but the reply is already so long. You may understand me better when you have read it. After all this only my opinion. People see it differently and I’m absolutely fine with their thoughts. If you don’t like them in this way, you are free to do so, sweety. ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ I must say, I’m embarrassed by the way I answer it, because it sounds a little bit sentimental. They ruined me. No, Sensei ruined me. Though, I’m quite proud to support them. One major reason why I started “choukoto” over a month ago. If i think about it long enough, I could cry… lol. Narw, it was impossible to formulate a perfectly unbiased opinion with “this kind of question”: I want to apologize, if I offended someone.