I’ve never kissed someone whose name I do not remember and i always use more softener than you’re supposed to (because the world needs softer edges) i would walk all the way to New Orleans alone to bathe in quiet jazz and broken hearts, my mothers maiden name is Still which is ironic because i’m always moving, never sitting still, my anger and sadness go hand in hand, i am angry that i am sad again and sad to be angry while trying to be okay, i reply to every message i get in case it means something to someone, yet i am sometimes too distant to reply with little more than one syllable, i check everything for demons spiders – my shoes, my jackets, my heart.
i’ve kissed one person in my entire life and i haven’t gotten much of a review, love is the cruelest possible infinity to exist, laughing should always crawl through the deepest part of your heart and bubble up to your mouth, ashtrays are a staple in my home because people believe that if they inhale enough smoke they will become smoke, rage floods through my veins and has made a home in my bones – i am furiously in hate with this broken universe.
my hands shake because i’ve never touched her hands, only her heart, my happiness does not belong to me, but to those who take heart from it, bridges will always be my demise, as nothing could tempt me to step off unless i’m going down, fairy tales aren’t real and neither am i, i will never be at peace with myself because i am not at peace with the world, my mother would not cry for me if i were gone and my eulogy would be simple - The Girl Who Loved Too Much With Such Little A Heart.
i apologize so much that “i’m sorry” slides off of my tongue like honey, regret rises like vile in my throat and i see his face over and over and over, raw, agonizing heartaches are my specialty, i miss her every single day, i run from my problems quickly but i trip just as fast.
♡“You made these cupcakes for me?” >> Jungkook ♡ requested by anon ♡ drabble // fluff // 700 words
“You made these
cupcakes for me?”
Jungkook nods, blinking
angelic eyes over a box of freshly baked cakes. “Yep, I worked hard on them too. Do you know how much
muscle power it takes to whip buttercream?”
There’s no way you’re
buying his words. The biceps, as well hidden as they may be under a flannel shirt,
would have no problem with mixing. Besides, when does Jungkook ever do anything
nice for you? You know what date it is today, and you know better than to trust the
boy whose past crimes include drawing on your face while you sleep, leaving fake spiders in your shoes, and texting
you song lyrics at three in the morning. So, who can blame you when you ask: “Did you swap the sugar for chili powder, or something?”
rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and violence
pairings: nalu, gajevy, gruvia
characters: natsu, lucy, juvia, cana, mentions of gray
Annoyed by his own thoughts, Natsu scrubbed his hair extra hard in the shower to try to get the stray wonderings out of his head. It wasn’t a date. He paid, sure, but he didn’t ask her to go out on this date. He just asked if she wanted to go to the courtyard with him and sit. And he suggested the coffee shop they went to. But it wasn’t a date.
Growling, he scratched at his head, hoping that it wouldn’t draw blood. He needed to go to sleep soon; it was three in the morning and he had just gotten off his shift at work. His roommates, including Lucy herself, were sound asleep by now. Natsu was the only one awake, and sometimes it annoyed him. He sometimes enjoyed having someone to talk to about the crazy and depressed thoughts inside his head.
He wrapped himself in a towel and walked to his room, dressing quickly when he got there. Happy came in with a soft meow and made himself comfortable on the bed, circling around a few times before resting in a place near the corner of the bed. The cat knew that his human liked to sleep in weird positions in the night, so the feline opted to stay as far away as possible from his kicking feet.
Natsu sighed as he got himself into bed and laid watching the small glow in the dark stars that were on the ceiling. They reminded him of Lucy for some reason, with their bright glow. They were yellow, not unlike her hair. And the woman seemed to be a star herself with how happy she was almost all the time. Her anxiety didn’t hinder her as much anymore, and he was proud of her for that. If only he could do the same with his own anxieties and depression…
A question hung in his mind as he fell asleep: Why couldn’t he get her out of his head?
Maybe, he thought as he fell into his slumber, maybe he liked her more than just being his roommate.