anonymous asked:

Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me

Yeah, Nonny, I saw that one too. While I can understand where the argument lies, Uhhhh I just don’t see it the way they do. I’ve written a similar meta before, but I never broke it down before. This isn’t all of them, just a short little list…for instance:

  • FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
  • Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity. 
  • Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
  • THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley. And the really gay rooftop music. Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
  • ASIP:
    • John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
    • John has trust issues – Mycroft confirms this and says John doesn’t trust easily – yet for some reason he was okay with Sherlock. “And the madman himself? He’s fascinating.”
    • He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
    • Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
    • The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex. 
    • He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
    • Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
    • He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
  • TBB
    • His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
    • He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
    • Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
    • And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
    • Eye sex.
  • TGG
    • He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
    • “I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
    • John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
    • John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
    • *sighs* EYE SEX.
    • John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
    • John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
    • “People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
    • Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
  • ASiB
    • John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
    • MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
    • John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
    • John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
    • John checking out Sherlock in a sheet. 
    • Followed by them being silly.
    • The unnecessary tackle.
    • John had a date the night that Irene drugged Sherlock, but John stayed home to take care of Sherlock instead. Oh and the bum pat. JOHN, PLEASE.
    • John’s concern about Sherlock’s danger night has him teaming up with both Mrs Hudson and Mycroft.
    • John decided to try to pick up Sherlock again, only to be cock-blocked by Irene.
    • Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
    • Irene knows EXACTLY what John likes. 
    • John confronts Irene and tells her to tell Sherlock she’s alive, because he hates seeing Sherlock upset; he thinks Sherlock was grieving about her, and not over his confused feelings John.
    • Irene essentially tells John HE LOVES SHERLOCK. She compares herself to him, AND JOHN DOESN’T DENY IT, but silently acknowledges that yes, he and Sherlock are a couple.
    • John wants to talk about what happened at Battersea, but Sherlock denies him because Sherlock’s scared of his own feelings and thinks he’s protecting John from Moriarty by keeping him at arm’s length.
    • John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
  • THOB
    • John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
    • John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
    • John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
    • The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
    • John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
  • TRF
    • Eye sex.
    • Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
    • John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
    • The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
    • John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
    • The graveyard. Fuck.
  • MHR 
  • TEH
    • John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death. 
    • To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
    • Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
    • More eye sex.
    • John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that. 
    • And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
    • I know it doesn’t look like it, but John forgave Sherlock.
    • “I was hooked. He’s like a drug.” JOHN, PLEASE.
    • #SherlockLives means #JohnWatsonLives. JOHN H. WATSON, PLEASE.
  • TSo3
    • SURPRISE! More eye sex and toffee eyes.
    • Stag night, pretty much all of it. It’s clear John is trying to loosen Sherlock up to make him more receptive to John’s advances. John tries to hit on Sherlock one more time before the marriage, but Sherlock was too drunk to understand what was happening. John assumes, with finality, that Sherlock doesn’t want him that way.
    • The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
    • “I’m there if you want it.”
    • John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
    • John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
    • John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
  • HLV
    • Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
    • John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
    • Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
    • He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
    • John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
    • John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
    • John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
    • When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
    • John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
    • John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
    • Mary knew that John loved Sherlock. It’s the whole reason she needed Sherlock gone, because John was starting to stray.
    • She didn’t want John to name the baby.
    • “John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people.” [x]
    • Not really confirmed, but fandom assumes John left to stay at Baker Street during the 6 months we haven’t seen to care for Sherlock.
    • John’s acceptance at Sherlock’s plan for Appledore, even though it’s Christmas.
    • John not even flinching at the “damsel in distress” line.
    • John begrudgingly allowing himself to be flicked in the face just because Sherlock begged him to.
    • John’s horrified expression when Sherlock kills someone for him.
    • The Tarmac Scene, pretty much the whole thing. It’s set up like Casablanca’s plane scene, and John knows he has to let Sherlock go; he fumbles to find the right words to say to Sherlock. John, though, knew exactly what Sherlock was going to / wanted to say, and I think it hurts him that Sherlock never admitted his feelings.
  • TAB 
    • Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
    • Sherlock understands that John will always choose him, in the end. Again, another thing that makes S4 so OOC.
    • Also something that should be noted, running on the assumption that the modern scenes may possibly be real, John is concerned about the overdose and the fact that it could kill Sherlock.
    • Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.

And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:

Granted, it gets less and less obvious in S3 and S4; S3 because I believe that we are in Sherlock’s POV and he perceives his relationship with John differently, and in S4 because I believe that S4 is a false narrative and it literally took great pains to keep them separated for some stupid reason.

Finally, I’ve also written about why John loves Sherlock in past posts, because of similar discourse:

I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!


Hello you lovely people! Here’s another one for you guys, based on this request:  OMG you should totally do a shot where Harry has some trouble getting it up….

Hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think, love B xx


Originally posted by yves-saintharry

He’s tired. He is so tired.

There’s not enough sleep in this world that’ll help him get enough energy to get up and leave his house.

Harry’s been running himself ragged with all the studying and working he’s been putting in for this new role he’s got lined up.

Night after night, you find him with his face buried in books and scripts that look ratty and old from how much he’d fussed with it and scanned page after page with tired, sleepless eyes so he can prepare himself as much as he can for when they start shooting.

Add that to all the catching up with friends and visiting family and the time he tries and spend with you, his best friend, and that’s enough to have him dragging himself around, barely any energy to get up and make himself something to eat.

You’ve watched him neglect the gym shoes that are left in a corner of his bedroom way too many times for it to be healthy and you’re starting to worry wether or not this acting career of his is really worth it if it’s going to wear him down like this.

Expressing these concerns every time you walk through his door after running an errand for him because he’s too tired to function had become a routine. His only response now is to tell you he’ll “sleep when he can”, but you don’t see that happening any time soon.

“When was the last time you got out of the house?” You ask him, after a quick trip to the nearest Waitrose down the road, resting a bag full of ingredients so you can make him a decent meal.

“Dunno.” He shrugs, heels of his hands rubbing tightly against his tired eyes to push away the blurriness in his vision. “Can’t remember.”

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John and Sherlock trying weeks on end to teach Rosie to walk, but Rosie never working up the courage to leave go off John or Sherlock’s fingers even though the other is there arms outstretched waiting for her.

Until one day, both John is making tea in the kitchen and Sherlock pops his head in the kitchen and Rosie leaves go of the coffee table and toddles over to Sherlock, albeit a bit wobbly, just in time for both Sherlock and John to see her. She nearly tumbles, but grabs onto Sherlock’s pants leg before falling and both John and Sherlock are singing her praises telling her how fantastic and brilliant she is.  Sherlock picking her up and raising her above his head and making her giggle loudly and then placing a raspberry on her stomach before passing her onto John who swings her back and forth and praises her effusively which causes her to clap.

All and all it’s been a busy morning at 221b.

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Starting off my request weekend early since I’m realizing Sunday is going to be jam packed and I already screwed up trying to schedule the first prompt lmao. Hopefully that other one shows up later tonight and the rest I will start posting tomorrow morning! (And you all are more than welcome to keep sending me prompts throughout the weekend! Since it’s a holiday weekend for me I’ll be working on them until Monday!) 

This drabble was a request from @decaf-for-cutie who requested cute SidLink raspberries! So. Have cute SidLink raspberries and tickle fights! 

Link enjoyed the small things in life.

One of those things he loved so much was how vastly expansive his safe havens reached nowadays. As a boy, they were limited to wherever his music and his books could take him. While that was still the case, he had another, much more extensive one. 

And that was wherever the Zora Prince wandered off to.

On this particular day, Link found him inside the Divine Beast Vah Ruta, fiddling with one of the smaller control panels that had the elephant rather disgruntled that morning. Sidon was neither a mechanic nor was he particularly science-minded (languages and communication were definitely his strong suit as opposed to his reserved and analytical elder sister), but he tried his best anyhow.

“Alright, Ruta, tell me if that helps you at all,” Sidon huffed, rising to his feet. It had appeared that Link had arrived just in time for the prince and champion to finally figure out how to switch the console back into the correct position as it turned from orange to blue and Ruta gave a pleased trumpet.

Link smiled to himself, chuckling at how something so simple had taken Sidon multiple hours. Still, Link had to applaud him for his patience (although he wouldn’t have been surprised if the trumpeting he had heard earlier was Ruta’s end of a full-out shouting match). The Hylian crept up behind Sidon before he jumped on him, wrapping his arms around Sidon’s waist and causing Sidon to let out a yelp and nearly fall on Link.

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y'all mind if i

“I LOVE YOU!” he screams again, just to watch the jade of Harry’s eyes dance, and he’s breathless and elated and everything feels endless.

“What are you doing?” Harry giggles, glancing brightly between Louis and the sky as he tumbles over, grabbing for Louis’ hands, his shirt, his face.

“I’m filling up the sky with my love for you,” Louis says simply, catching his breath with a shrug. “So whenever you look up, it echoes back.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! ohh im so shy /-\ I admire you sooooo much and i love your prompts!! ❤❤ If this don't bother you... Can you make another one with Sonic and Amy? Please? :3 I send you a gigant hug 😄


With all the hype, how could I not?

Also, don’t be shy~ You’re super cute, Precious Anon~<3 ^//w//^ Thank you so much! I would be honored to write for you~


Amy was shot out from the side and scaled a large part of the battlefield. The custom character looked up, shocked to see the moment, and ran to try and catch her, dodging debris and robots but one charged through a building’s wall.

The custom character put up their hands, using a gadget to get out of the way before looking back at Amy, worried.

Suddenly, a blue stream of light flashed before them, and Sonic leapt up to break the stream of light, having it pixel away as he grabbed her- tumbling to the ground with a skid on the walls as a decent descent.

He sprung off and landed to put her down, holding a hand to her shoulder and seeming to bend slightly as if asking and examining her to make sure she was okay.

She nodded, giving a closed-eyed smile to reassure him she was fine, as he nodded and gave her a thumbs up; removing his arm, he took off passed the custom character.

“Come on! Gawking won’t win us the war!” Sonic encouraged, as the custom character looked frazzled, nodding with a frown of embarrassment, blushing slightly at the scene and rushing off to follow him.


Tails mentioned the looming destruction awaiting them a few towns down, and then mentioned that half the city was already destroyed, as Amy fell behind, before finally falling to her knees.

What are we fighting for!?

The team suddenly turned around, as Custom character seemed startled, turning as well.

She shook her head, holding her arms out in front of her to support her above the ground. “There’s… there’s nothing left.. it’s all… gone…” She squinted her eyes shut, having them sting from the dust that rose into them from being so close to the ground where the wind was giving a steady blow of eerie desolation.

Sonic frowned, slowly starting to make his way to her.

“I just… I can’t do it anymore!” she covered her face, crying suddenly.

Custom Character looked concerned, reaching a hand forward and bending their eyes back, wanting to comfort in some way.

But then,

Sonic turned to speak over his shoulder.

“Tails, go on without us.”

Tails was about to protest, but nodded and pulled Custom Character along, shaking his head at the desire the character showed to stay and help.

As the team departed, Sonic walked further over to Amy, bending down to her level on one knee. He tilted his head to her, a look of care in his eyes as his kind and gentle nature began to show through his usual leader-like persona of wise-cracks and confident chuckles.

“I just can’t… I can’t see anything left worth fighting for.” in shame, she bent down, trying to keep her face concealed as she cried.

His smile shifted to one of understanding, as he drooped his eyelids a little down, before looking to the ground, thinking…

He looked up, much more confident in an answer now.

“I do.”

She slowly… with soft sniffles,… curled her fingers to look over her hands…

He was staring right at her, a loving look of praise, before reaching his arms out to her shoulders, then dropping them down a bit with a friendly grin of encouragement, and helped her get up.

“There’s always something to fight for, Amy. A future… this place…” he gestured around him, removing his arms from her to show the ruins around him. “Everything can be rebuilt. Everything can be salvaged and made into more than what it used to be.”

Amy looked around, suddenly picturing a wonderful, bustling city. People and shops lining ever cracked corner and bended postboard.

It brought a smile to her face, picturing families at home, friends in the park, and no Eggman overlord to worry them into a state of dread and unhappiness…

He turned back to her, “That’s what I fight for. Can you see it?”

She gracefully nodded her head in acceptance, “Yes.” she agreed, and turned to him. “I see that future.” her eyes glistened with new hope.

He smiled, seeing the sudden shift in her and nodded, taking her hand and starting to lead her back to the others.

He carefully watched her eyes, making sure there wasn’t a second of doubt that he needed to address, before cautiously continuing on and moving at her pace.

He was growing confident in his success, before Amy walked and spoke up again.

“In that future… I see much more than things rebuilt or salvaged.”

“Huh?” he felt a pull on his arm, and stopped to look back at her, blinking in innocence at not knowing what she was implying.

“I saw you too.” she tilted her head, and with a slight flirtation, looked away at the city. “And me.”

He turned his eyes away, a look of confusion as he straightened himself out. “Uhhh..” he tapped a foot down, being careful about how he replied.

As she swayed her body a bit, he noticed her daydreaming, and frowned with suspicion on that gesture.

“Well…” he looked down, trying to avoid as best he could with revealing he knew what she meant now. “You and I might see two different futures. But they’re both still worth fighting for.” He gave her a quick glance before trying to move on, continuing passed the awkward moment she almost created before he felt another tug and looked as though he had flinched from the tug.

His face drooped to an awkward look of ‘please, don’t.’ as Amy continued, her eyes more obvious in her flirtation as she blinked them a few times and kept her hand locked in his.

“I think it’s the same future… but we’re looking at it in different directions and times.” she mused, before she saw him lighten his grip on his hand, acting as though he was trapped by her own hold and just seemed to avoid confrontation.

Surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut, not combating her after a wild mood-swing, in his opinion, before she let his hand go and pouted.

“Oh, you said look to the future! Why can’t I look a little farther ahead?”

“I guess I try and see the current possibilities… instead of the endless ones.”

He grumbled slightly out, as if not really wanting to be heard.

As if on cue, not realizing he wanted to end the conversation on that last note, and being a woman- she naturally wanted the last word- replied with utter confidence radiating from her renewed sense of life and optimism.

“More possibilities, more things worth protecting, right?”

He gave her a pity smile, curling a side of his mouth as if awkwardly trying to just satisfy her with that response.

She bought into it, bouncing back to lead the onward march towards the rest of the team, as he returned to his frown, as if wishing that went better.

‘What possibilities could that be… Amy?’ He almost wished he could ask, without knowing what she’d respond with.

‘The ones where we’re all happy… and love can’t be missed… nor destroyed… nor forgotten.’

Yeah… he knew that’s what she’d say.

And he smiled.

(Tried to keep it mostly in character and canon XD what do you think? Cute, right? xp)

I've Been Here Before

This was supposed to be part of a longer story, but between work shenanigans and everything else these past few weeks, my muse is hiding. So here is a small pick me up for everyone, because we all need it. I’ve a few more drabbles floating around that I’ll try to post.

Caroline wasn’t exactly bored, per se, but she found herself floundering. Usually her winters were spent lounging on a beach, enjoying cocktails and the sun on her skin. Winter Wonderland was only really fun in theory, and rarely for more than a week.

In the three years since she’d caved to Bonnie’s quiet pressure to be closer and settled in New York City, she’d never stayed past the first blistering cold snap. NYC was as close as she’d allow herself to settle to Mystic Falls, her adamant refusal to involve herself in any Salvatore stupidity required space to maintain. She wasn’t quite so young anymore, had lingering emotional scars to show for it, but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

She’d fallen in love with New York City in the Fall, and it remained her favorite season. Pumpkin spice, changing leaves, and air just chilly enough to get away with cute scarves and cuter boots. Halloween was a fun rush of costumes and blood, the supernatural community enjoying the chance to let a little fang and fur out. Usually, she was packed up and gone, long before the first Christmas lights were strung.

But that year, she’d found herself waffling.

Something about the winter chill had her lingering, and it wasn’t loneliness that kept her feet rooted to US soil. Caroline had spent part of her summer with Bonnie, chatted with her on a weekly basis. But as Thanksgiving rolled around, she contemplated possible tickets and travel plans, and found herself staying put.

She baked her grandma’s pumpkin pie receipt for the first time in decades. She’d spent a amusing day cooking over Skype with Bonnie, complaining about potatoes and turkey brining. Made faces at an assortment of grand babies and her nieces and nephews.

Now, the first real snow flurries hissed softly against her windows and she felt restless. She’d attempted to book flights to Barcelona three times that afternoon, thoughts of her favorite Tempranillo dancing in her head and somehow, she hadn’t managed it. It wasn’t due to financial concerns. Those Finance classes she’d been stupidly bored in had been useful, and the occasional tip dropped by older vampires she’d met around had been more so.

So why wasn’t she currently sprawled on a beach, eyeing the nearest cabana boy as desert?

Closing her laptop in frustration, Caroline headed for her jacket. She’d never done well with indecisiveness, and her apartment was starting to feel suffocating. Dinner and wine might clear her head, maybe a walk to burn off her jitters.

A little tipsy from a few of her favorite stops, she stared up at lights on the tree at Rockefeller Square. Closing her eyes to hide the pretty Christmas tree lights, Caroline resigned herself to popping into Mystic Falls for the Christmas. Bonnie had grudgingly allowed her solitude on Thanksgiving, but there was no avoiding the Bennett Family during Christmas if she was stateside.

Which meant she’d have to see Damon.

God, she could already imagine how those comments would go. He’d never forgiven her for refusing to help find a way to bring Elena, and Caroline refused to apologize for encouraging her friend to live. The antagonization between them had shifted into a razored dislike, and Caroline was looking forward to the day she never had to see him again.

Caroline hadn’t talked to Stefan is years. Last she’d heard he was somewhere in Canada, tucked away in the wilderness. She’d wondered if he’d found what needed, surrounded by caribou and wolves. But Stefan wasn’t her emotional weight anymore, hadn’t been for decades, and Caroline had no intention of bridging the gap between them.

Some scars healed slower than others.

Buried in her thoughts, she missed the sounds of a growing commotion, right up until someone in a hurry clipped her. Stumbling, she hissed as her boot slipped on the thin layer of slush, ankle turning sharply. Off balance, she nearly ended up on her ass when the party chasing the previous jerk slammed into her as well. Instinctively, her hands reached for anything to stop her tumble and she grabbed a fistful of jacket.

Somehow, they stayed upright, even as she head threads pop.

She’d have felt bad about it, but he’d ran into her. Glaring up, angry words on the tip of her tongue, she froze in shock as she took in a very familiar face. The nearby street vendors buried his scent beneath an assortment of cooked meat, but the feel of him was unmistakable.

He wasn’t looking at her, gaze flecked with gold as he reflexively moved to shift her impatiently to the side, jaw tight and eyes hunting sharp. Caroline’s fingers went lax, and he shockingly murmured a clipped apology, clearly tracking the ass who’d rammed her. With her jacket and hat, he hadn’t recognized her, and he froze as she stammered out his name.


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(Kind of not sticking to the real ahs story line I’m adding in a  few sentences that Tate says and stuff so lets hope it works)

|Tate Langdon imagine| requested 

(Tate’s POV) 

“I love your daughter Ben and you can’t keep me from her! I shall be with Violet forever!” I shouted, anger endlessly pulsing through my veins; the same anger that took over me at the school. ‘Must not kill him’ was all I kept thinking. “Tate, you were never even supposed to talk to my daughter in the first place! You are my patient and you have no business in Violets life anymore not that you should have had anyway, get out!” Ben yelled at me, his veins popping out of his neck. 'If Ben wasn’t here anymore Violet and I could be together’ I thought to myself. “You’ll never keep me from her!” I roared as I tackled Ben to the ground causing a huge thud to fill the air. 

Ben kept trying to punch me off him but like hell that would work. I punched Ben in the face and he tumbled over. I grabbed a cloth and got on top of him; smothering him to stop him from breathing. “I told you, nothing or no one will keep me from loving Violet forever.” I whispered in Ben’s ear as I heard him choke from the lack of air.

I knew my murder senses were creeping back inside me. It felt like poison coursing through me; unstoppable. I looked in the mirror as I saw Ben laying on the floor lifeless. 

“No … No Ben! Wake up! I’m sorry!” I shouted trying to wake him up. “No!” The burning tears streaming down my cheek. What had I done? This wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t control it. Everything I’ve done to Violets family; her mom and now this? She would never forgive me. No … she has to because we love each other no matter what. 

“Oh Tate you really have outdone yourself” I turned around and saw Chad hovering over Ben’s body, his voice dripping in sarcasm. 

“Boy I wonder what dear Violet would think?” Chad smirked. “Don’t you dare tell her or it’ll be you next” I threatened crying as well. “I’m already dead Tate you seem to forget that stupid asshole” Chad laughed walking away. “Well your secret is not safe with me”. 


After a long few hours I managed to hide Ben’s body in the backyard. Violet should be grateful Ben is finally out of both of our lives now, he was controlling her and putting bullshit into her head. Most of all he was keeping me away from her which is the biggest sin anyone can do; keep there loved ones separated. Violet my love. 

Just in time Violet came outside and saw me sitting on a brick wall. “Tate, have you seen my dad?” Her soft voice asked as she pulled out a cigarette. “He wasn’t in when I showed up for my session.” I lied as I looked down into my lap. The guilt building more and more inside me especially when I looked into Violet’s eyes. Those mystery filled eyes. 

“Okay well I’ve got to go, I’ll catch up with you later” I said to Violet kissing her porcelain cheek. She nodded and smiled. 

~~ (Violet’s POV) 

“Bored” I sighed out loud sitting in my dads study room. “Hello Violet dear” I heard a masculine voice behind me. Chad. “Jesus Chad, scared the living hell out of me” I said holding my chest. “Well you are still in living hell so I wouldn’t go that far.” Chad smirked and continued “I see you are bored? You want to hear a little something I saw earlier?”. “Yeah whatever” I said hugging my knees waiting for a story. 

“Right Violet what I am about to tell you may come as a shock but you have to know. Tate is defiantly not who you think he is, he is a psycho maniac!” Chad exaggerated. “Yeah I already know that” I said not the slightest bit amused. “No no Violet. You don’t understand, I came into your dads session room earlier and I saw Ben laying on the floor dead, Tate was right there on his knees. He killed him Violet. Tate killed your dad” Chad said and then went into further detail about how Tate apparently 'raped’ my mom. Bullshit. 

“You are so full of shit! You and everybody around this fucking place are such bullshitters! Don’t lie to me like that Chad!” I shouted. Then I saw Tate standing by the door, tears taking over his eyes making them bloodshot. Tate burst out crying and fell to the floor. 

“What is going on? Tate?” I whispered, my stomach turned. “Its true, everything is true; your mom. I killed your dad! I had to, he was telling me how we would never be together! He said I was never allowed to see you again and Violet I couldn’t have someone keeping me from you! I love you Violet!” Tate cried. By this time Chad was gone and just left me and Tate in the room. His cries filling the atmosphere. “Oh my god” I whispered. 

I ran out of the room and ran straight upstairs locking the door. I ran over to my bed and broke down. “This is all your fault Tate! I hate you! No dad!” I shouted, my breath hitching as my sadness and anger controlled me. My wounded heart only becoming worse with each tear that fell.

“I should have listened to my dad! Tate was bad news but I love him” I whispered the last part to myself. No I couldn’t still love Tate for this, No … but I do. My heart saying one thing but is too damaged to understand it. 

I started packing a bag throwing in clothes and electrical items. Lastly placing a family picture of my dad, mom and me when we were all happy. If I even remember what being happy felt like, no I felt happy when I was with Tate. What am I saying? 

I grabbed my bag and jacket and unlocked my bedroom door, standing there was Tate. I pushed him as hard as I could away from the door so I could get out. “Get away from me Tate!” I shouted, charging down the stairs and heading straight to the door. 

“Don’t leave me alone Violet! I love you!” Tate shouted, I could hear a slight anger build up in his voice. I went to open the door and then … 

(Tate’s POV) 

“Don’t leave me alone Violet! I love you!” I shouted, the anger building up once again. No … not this. I raised an axe I had in my hand and without thought, I brought the axe straight down on Violet’s back; making her crash down to the floor. I began repeatedly smashing the axe into her back and then one last blow to the head. My beautiful Violet destroyed … but not for long. 

“You will be with me forever, Princess” I mumbled softly, I closed my eyes and let my anger cool down. Violet will now be with me forever, just how it’s supposed to be. 

Opening my eyes I saw Violet standing over her body, looking as beautiful and as glowing as ever. “Violet” I whispered. I walked over to Violet and instantly kissed her.

“I had to … I’m sorry I had to. It’s the only way we can be with each other forever. Violet my love.” I said now hugging her, I felt Violet sob on my shoulder.

“Tate, I love you but I can’t be with you, I’m going” Violet said, tears streaming down her face. “No, you don’t mean that Violet” I whimpered holding her head up to look at me. “You don’t mean that! Stay Violet! Stay with me forever, you can’t leave! Don’t go!” I shouted and cried at the same time. No no no this wasn’t happening, 'she wouldn’t just leave me would she? She couldn’t?’ I questioned myself. 

“Tate you have to remember I do love you.” Violet said kissing me on the lips, her lips shaking but soft as never before. She kissed me as if it was our last kiss. So gentle but full of passion, every second she spent kissing me told its own story. “Goodbye my love” She whispered in my ear. 

“No! Violet don’t leave me all alone!” I screamed, not rage nor anger but the thought of loosing my one true love and the thought of being all alone now being expressed through screams. 

My last ever vision of my beautiful Violet was being faded away. She was nothing more than an atom of dust before my eyes now but her spirit still strong in my heart. 

'Violet you will always be the light of ones life … my life" 

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polyfrogs flower shop au

Monday was almost too much.

“Oh man,” Chris said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Anybody who said running a flower shop wasn’t hard had obviously never worked in one. “Why does everyone always come on Monday?”

“Because we were closed yesterday and everyone always comes in to get the bouquets they forgot to get over the weekend,” Derek said. He placed an empty vase on the counter.

There was a smudge of dirt on his cheek. Chris reached up and wiped it away with his one ungloved hand. The other was covered in soil and old leaves.

“Thanks,” Derek said, smiling softly. He bent down to quickly kiss Chris’ cheek and only moved away when the chime above the door rang for the millionth time that day.  

“Hello, sir, how may I help you today?”

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Yellow tulips

Words: 1582

Pairing: Tsukishima/Yamaguchi

Warnings: none

Summary: The year Yamaguchi and Tsukishima spent as friends with benefits. Four drabbles each representing a different season.

AN: I made Madi listen to me talk about this fic, help me with the idea and with the title so yeah a thank you to her

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I just push you so hard, you wanna pull away
Hold you so tight, I’ll make your body ache

Tsukishima is happy that no one gets to see Yamaguchi like this. Shirtless, spread on Tsukishima’s bed. Breathing hot, heavy and loud. With his eyes closed and his arms above his head. Yamaguchi doesn’t like summer. Hates the heat. Tsukishima wouldn’t be fond of it either if it wasn’t for moments like this.

“Tsukki, I can feel you staring” comes after a while. Tsukishima shuffles on the bed, turns his back to his friend.

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Idiot See, Idiot Do

Tw: Sickness, language

Word Count:1910

A/N: H O L Y S H I T fam i’m so sorry this took forever, school started and I just. Died a lil bit. BUT!!!! Your bitch is back and better than ever so send in request!

-You sighed as you threw the warm covers off of your body and forced yourself up to start your day. You hadn’t slept at all last night and you felt like complete shit. Your entire body was aching. “Damn it,” you sighed, bracing your arm against the door frame and leaning against it, trying to regain your bearings. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching, you looked up to see Herc coming up the hall out if his room. “Rough night?” he asked carefully, observing your dark eye bags and wrinkled pajamas. “Something like that,” you groaned quietly, hating the way your voice sounded hoarse and weak. Hoping you weren’t coming down with something, you trailed after Herc to find he already had made coffee. You greedily grabbed your cup and tipped your head back, letting the rich dark liquid fill your mouth and warm your insides. “Oh thank God,” you gasp and you downed your first cup of the day and went to make a second. “Hercules Mulligan, your a saint,” you informed him as you poured your small piece of heaven into your mug, and he shook his head. As amused as he may be, he was still worried about you and your apparent lack of sleep. You caught him watching you with worried eyes and you gave him a soft smile. “I’m fine Herc. I promise,” you said, nuzzling him and otherwise forcing him to hug you. “Aw, are we having a moment?” an accented voice teased from behind you and you slipped out of the hug to greet the another of the five living in this small apartment. This morning you weren’t in the mood for teasing, so you were a bit sharper than usual.  "We were,“ you snapped back and Lafayette raised an eyebrow. "Feeling feisty this morning?” he asked as he prepared food for the day. “You can’t tell?’ you sighed and went to go get dressed. Once in your room, you yanked open your closet door and stared blankly at your options. Oh God, you thought to yourself and instead went to brush your teeth and wash your face. It was too early in the morning to deal with clothing. Especially when with the fashionistas that were Laf and Herc. They wouldn’t let you or John or Alex leave the house without looking perfect. Which was a jarring change for you three, who in the past would wear pajamas out of the house, to class, to the store, and one memorable night, to a nightclub. Finishing your daily morning routine, you yanked your curtains open, hoping to get some light in your room. Your blinked dumbly as you were greeted by a pitch black sky. Not even the sun was up this early. That was depressing. Finally, you just picked up some mildly clean-ish clothes from the floor and shoved your sluggish body into them. As you headed back out, you thought how you hoped the boys didn’t notice how run down you were. They could worry far too much about you and if you were sick they wouldn’t let you go to class, or even worse, work. And god, did you need the money. You, and the two other broke members of the house refused to take anything from Laf or John, though they insisted they had cash to spare. You wandered back into the kitchen to refill your once again empty coffee cup and noticed John and Alex sitting on bar stools at the kitchen island. John was smiling and squabbling with the frenchman and the tailor, but Alex had his face resting on his folded arms, leaning forward. Several empty mugs surrounded him as well. He groaned occasionally and you couldn’t help but mutter "Same,” as you tried to claim more coffee. Laf stepped in front of you and Herc crossed his arms from across the room, giving you the Look. “No more coffee for you or Alex until you eat something. I know what you two do, skip breakfast, work strait through lunch and forget to eat dinner.” You looked at Herc with pleading puppy dog eyes, but he just shook his head no and gestured meaningfully to the granola bar Laf had set in front of you and Alex. You sighed quiet loudly. Alex copied you and raised his head so his words were less muffled. “There’s no hope. Were not getting more coffee anytime soon,” he said and looked into the bottom of one of the empty cups wistfully. Your stomach felt like it was full of bats or something else that flew. You were very much hoping to avoid breakfast. Especially if you were sick enough to throw up later. In a last ditch effort to garner sympathy, you rested your head on John’s shoulder from behind and gave him your best bribe. “If you don’t make me eat that, I’ll give you the best massage when you get home from work today. Please Johnny, I feel sick,” you whispered before realizing your mistake. “You didn’t tell me you were sick!” he said out loud and you winced as three other pairs of eyes. “Oh damn,” you sighed as Herc hurriedly crossed the kitchen to your spot by the island. He waved off your protest and laid the back of his hand on your forehead. His face creased in worry and Laf circled closer before flitting off and reappearing a second later with a thermometer. “Really guys, I’m fine,” you said, but you were cut off by the french annoyance sticking the thermometer into your mouth. You were going to spit it out just to spite them, but they all looked at you with such concern you sighed and tolerated it. Even though their worry honestly was unfounded. It beeped after a long moment of dead silence and you pulled it from your mouth, trying to hide the result. Herc was having no such thing and he distracted you for a minute, pretending he thought you were okay. He did so well, in fact you forgetfully set the thermometer on the counter as you went to go nestle yourself next to Alexander in the seat John vacated. John himself let out a triumphant cry as he held it in the air like a prize before looking the screen to check the results. “102!” he shouted, sounding vaguely terrified. Herc and Laf both stopped what they were doing to check themselves to make sure he was right. Depressingly enough, it was. “Alex, help me,” you said, cuddling as close as you could on the uncomfortable marble surface. The edge was pressing into your ribs, but Alex had an arm slung over you, his head resting next to yours so it was acceptable. “I’m trying,” he said as you two eyed the others with caution. He was no stranger to their concern, as they tried to make him eat, sleep, and actually live more on a daily basis. “Come on you two, you can’t just huddle there forever,” John complained. “Watch us,” Alex snapped back and you thanked him for his protection. When separate, Herc and Laf, or even John would and /did/ throw either of you over thier shoulder like a sack of caffeinated potatoes and force you to stay in bed all day. But together, clinging as tightly to each other as possible, you thought that wasn’t possible. “Idea,” Alex said in your ear and you grumbled in some semblance of a response. “This hoodie isn’t mine. Its Herc’s. Which means we could probably both fit mostly in it if we just,” he flailed his arms around a bit in some type of demonstration and you nodded. You felt the other three watching you as you and Alex shifted, still pressed closely together. With watchful eyes, he lifted the hem of the huge hoodie and attempted to pull it over you but then you accidentally elbowed him. This threw him off balance and with nothing to grab, he tumbled from his bar stool to the floor, bringing you with him. You both cursed and whimpered as Herc rushed to help you. Laf and John were to busy laughing themselves to tears. A long drawn out “Ouch,” brought your attention back to Alex and the nasty bruise that was just barely forming on his jaw. You didn’t know, but you had a matching one blooming on your forehead. John and Laf were still laughing, and Herc sighed and stood up. In his loudest non yelling voice he made an announcement. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Anytime you do or say anything idiotic you have to put at least one dollar in it - more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was. Y/N, you and Alex can be the first to try it out.” You and Alex looked up at him with pitiful eyes, but he wouldn’t budge. “And you two,” he said, rounding on the two still giggling. “If you dont stop laughing your going next.” He pulled an empty pickle jar out of the cabinet and set it down hard on the counter. “Two dollars, you two.” You grumbled as you dropped four quarters into the jar. Alex tossed in his own crumpled up dollar with a disgusted look.
   "Good. Now,“ he said with a mischievous look in his eye, "to bed with you Y/N!” he said and did exactly as you feared, picking you up in his broad arms and carrying you all the way to your room. He threw you down gently on the bed, left the room, and came back with an arm full of blankets. He dropped them on you and wandered back out. You sighed and settled yourself, deciding you’d just sneak out once they left. You’d just rest your eyes until they had to go, you told yourself, relaxing further into the blankets. When you awoke again the late afternoon sun was streaming in your room in a haze of red and orange. Shit, you missed your classes /and/ work. You must’ve let out a moan because next thing you knew, John was in the room with you, closing the blinds before flopping on your bed. “Shit Johnny, I missed my classes-” “No you didn’t,” he interrupted your freak out. “We called in for you, and Alex explained to Professor Washington. He was worried and he said to get better quickly.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I swear I didn’t mean to do this-” “I know,” he said, cutting you off yet again. Before you could continue on, there was a soft knock on the door. “Can I come in?” Alex asked, peeking around the door with a smile. “Of course,” you said. He wandered in looking exhausted too, so you pulled back your covers in invitation. He smiled at you gratefully before kicking his shoes and uncomfortable outerwear off and cuddled up behind you. John made an offended noise so you smiled and let him join too. “Thank you both,” you said, drowsy despite resting all day. “You wont be saying that long. Dr. Herc and Nurse Laf will be here any minute now. Indeed you could hear them bickering and you let a slow breath out in contentment. "I think I’m gonna rest my eyes again, okay?” you asked them and they nodded. You dozed off to the sounds of Herc and Lafayette’s soothing voices and the steady breathing of your friends.

Just Saying
5 Seconds of Summer
Just Saying

#87: Just Saying - 5 Seconds of Summer


This may be a little bit confusing for my masterlist now, but a while ago, I wrote the song preference Heartbreak Girl, but that was before Just Saying was out.. So when I heard that, I had a clear revelation that those songs were combined together somehow, so I felt the need to combine them together as preferences, so read part two of this here:

Preference 70: Song | 5 Seconds Of Summer - Heartbreak Girl

- Warning, Calum involves violence languade, not much but it’s there


He says he loves you
But it’s all an act
He’s seeing someone else right behind your back
You know I’d never do that (he would never do that)
Just saying

Luke’s head hovered over the rest of the massive crowd around the not so suitable flat for a frat party, a red cup in his hand moving between his chin and his mouth in drunkenness, his eyes flicking between the crowd, trying to find at least one of the guys that were here as well that he knew. To be honest, he had no idea why in the world he was there. But with Oliver and Calum being determined to join this frat party, there was no backing down for Ashton or him. Of course, they had asked Michael, but the boy seemed to prefer being alone and just using his spare time apart from the constant 24/7 working with the band to just be with himself and enjoy the silence company. And of course at times, he would join parties, but today was one of the normal ones where he would refuse. Luke let out a giggle for himself, drowning the last amount of liquid in his cup and throwing it behind him, if there was something that actually seemed clear to him, it was definitely that he was getting wasted, and the alcohol from earlier was starting to booze into his blood. He stood up, feeling the pushing in his bladder and ready to go to the toilet when something stopped him. At first, Luke squeezed his eyes in thought, doubting whether he was seeing visions, or thinking someone was someone else. But no, what Luke was currently staring at was your boyfriend with a tall brunette, the two of them holding each other very closely and sharing mouth drool. Luke’s mouth literally felt down to his jaw, staring at the ”couple” For another five minutes before he decided to take action. Marching towards the entrance of the flat and forgetting about his drunkenness and need for a pee, he tumbled around in confuse with the power of the alcohol in his blood, trying to balance around as he almost knocked himself into Cal on the way. ”Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Calum laughed, watching as Luke went right past through him afterwards with no words spoken. ”Gotta call Y/N.” He exclaimed, tumbling around to grab the nearest object he could hold himself up to, Calum holding a hand in front of his mouth trying to prevent the giggle that was ready to spill out, yet just shook his head at the blond haired boy before he disappeared back into the big crowd. Luke stumbled towards the stairs in the entrance, grabbing the rack of it before placing himself down on the steps, taking his phone out of his pocket. He could barely register anything in his mind as he unlocked the screen and dialed your number, and barely hearing when you had said hello for the probably fifth time. ”Y/N?” He suddenly squalled into the phone when he acknowledged your voice, you just mumbling out a hi. ”Did I wake you up?” He asked in fear, 2 fingers coming up to his lips to bite his nails. ”Well.. kinda, but it doesn’t matter couldn’t sleep anyways.” You mumbled, and Luke’s eyebrows furrowed. ”Is it because Y/BF/N isn’t there?” He asked without realizing, you furrowing your eyebrows. ”How do you know?” You questioned odd, Luke’s eyes adverting out to the crowd again, his eyes now glued to Y/BF/N and the brunette still making out. ”I uhm..” He hesitated in his voice. ”I’m sure he’s home any minute though.. It sickens me being home alone at night and he knows it.” You said, and Luke nodded his head. ”Yeah..” Luke sighed, biting his lip torn, not knowing whether it was a good idea to tell anything now or just shrug it off. ”I uh- I gotta go now.. Sleep well.” Luke mumbled softly, hearing you yawn on the other end of the phone. ”I will Lukey. Nighty-night.” You mumbled and hung up the phone, Luke standing up from the stairs, clearly feeling more sober now. He looked almost sick in his face now, pale and with a dazed look as he was still staring at Y/BF/N. If it wasn’t for the crowded people, he would’ve beaten the shit out of him now until he turned blue.


You should leave him
‘Cause it really makes me sick
Just saying
Just saying
You don’t need him
I’ll help you get over it

”What’s going on?” Calum exclaimed as you marched through his apartment after he had heard you knock endlessly on his front door, a big question sign being planted in his head as he followed you into his living room where you placed your phone on his coffee table in front of you. ”Tell me please, what happened?” Of course, he already knew the answer, you had been camping at Calum’s flat for more than 4 times this month due to fights with your boyfriend, but this time, Calum had never seen you this furious. ”Fight. It was almost at that point where I thought he could choke me or something, that’s how mad he looked.” You mumbled, feeling the tears ready to spill from your lips. Calum nodded his head understanding, his blood inside burning with anger, of course he knew that Y/BF/N wouldn’t hit you, but the fact that you feared it made his temper boil. ”What do you wanna do Y/N, this can’t continue?” ”I don’t know.” You sniffled, your hand moving up to scratch your eye. Calum’s finger placed on his bottom lip in thought and pulled at it, looking down at your tired and dazed form. ”You know what I think you should do?” He asked making you look up in confuse, shaking your head but wanting to hear more. ”I think you should break up with him to be honest.” Calum’s mouth went straight when he confessed it, afraid of getting any dramatic expression outburst from you but there were none. You didn’t even raise one eyebrow as he at least expected. You just stared out in the air, not moving a single bit and no words being spoken. It was almost at that point where Calum had thought that he had said something wrong and just when he was about to apologize, you turned your head. ”You’re right.” His eyes went wide by your agreement, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. ”You’re utterly completely right Calum.” He watched you as you shifted on the couch to sit more directly pointed at him. ”I’ve been amazed over the stuff he could. Impressed of his ambitions. And fallen in love of something that was actually a facade. It’s been breaking me down mentally for months now, but I looked past it because I thought that it was just those times in a relationship where everything is too much but you get over it. But it hasn’t and that’s one of the many reasons why I’m doing this.” You mumbled the last part to Calum’s curious as you reached out on the coffee table and grabbing your phone, unlocking it and opening the message app. ”What are you?..” Calum mumbled, looking over your shoulder to get a better look at your phone as you typed a message. ”You’re breaking up with him over the phone?” ”What else can I do? I’m not getting near or going back at his place anymore.” You exclaimed, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. Calum raised his hands in surrender by your glaring, leaning back in the couch cushion when you send the text. You stared down at your phone for what felt like minutes according to Calum, your finger running over the screen. It wasn’t like you were waiting for him text back, you couldn’t care less at the moment, but the sudden realization of what you had just done hit you and it made your mind fuzzy. ”Was this the right choice?” You suddenly asked, eyes full of tears now and staring at Calum, ”I mean, we’ve been together for almost 1,5 year, think about much of waste of life I’ve used on him, I mean-” Calum placed a finger in front of your lips to silence you, stopping you midsentence. ”Y/N this was the right thing okay? Please, just calm down, let me get you a blanket and you can sleep down here if you want, okay?” He asked, his fingers drying off your cheeks as you nodded your head. ”Okay.”


He barely takes you out
If he does he’s late
And when the check comes, he always makes you pay
I’d never do that
Just saying

Michael folded the clothes in front of his bed with his suitcase empty next to it, ready to be filled with almost half of his closet, his body buzzing with excitement for the tour that was getting closer and closer to date. ”What are you reading?” He asked, stopping in track and looking over at you next to his piles, your body being sprawled over his mattress with a magazine in your hands holding it in the air over you. ”I have no idea. But you’re in it.” You chuckled, showing off the picture that was printed in the magazine. ”My mom saves literally every piece of printed paper I’m in.” He mumbled with a blush, starting to place the clothes into the suitcase. ”Yeah, it’s cute.” You laughed adored, moving to another page and reading. A buzz from your phone made you tear your eyes away from the magazine, rolling around so your belly was pressed into the mattress, placing the magazine next to you and taking your phone, seeing who the text was from. At one second, your face expression changed and Michael could feel it instantly, looking up from his piles and staring at you. ”Y/N, please.. Put the phone away, it’s not helping.” You ignored his words as you opened the message to read it fully, your eyes moving along to the lines reading the last bit. ”Y/N for god sake just listen to me.” Michael exclaimed, jumping onto the bed next to you. ”No.” You mumbled, reading the text over again. ”Let me see then.” He requested, reaching out for your phone and you gave it to him, seeing how his face expression change as he read the text, you biting your bottom lip in thought. ”You’re not going to fall for that Y/N? This is the most ridiculous cliché and famous way of getting a girl back. You guys haven’t been in a relationship for 15 hours now after the breakup and now he’s already trying to win you back.” ”I thought it was sweet” You mumbled, taking your phone out from Michael’s hand. ”Sweet? I could write something sweeter and more impressive than that.” He mumbled with disgust, standing up from the bed again to continue his packing again. ”What’s up in your ass?” You questioned, glaring at Michael annoyed. He let out a sigh with a t shirt in his hand, looking down at you. ”I just don’t want you to get hurt again. And you know that.” Your mouth went straight, just nodding along. ”I know.. But still, you don’t know him like I do.” ”No, but I’ve taken care of each time he has made you sad, don’t forget that.” He pointed out, making you stare at him for some seconds. ”You’re so protective sometimes, you know that right.” You mumbled, throwing your phone away to Michael’s satisfaction, not sending back Y/EBF/N any answer to his love speech. ”It’s a part of my job, you know that right.” He quoted in the same tone as you before sticking your tongue out. ”Please.” You stated, sitting up before taking a few t shirts from his pile, throwing it towards him to his shock. ”Hey! I just folded them.” He exclaimed, a small giggle coming from your lips. ”Now, you get the chance to throw them again.” You chuckled, Michael rolling his eyes at you with a smile, picking up the t shirts again and ready to fold them. As he did, your eyes adverted back to your phone. How would things be when Michael would be gone for tour? ”What are you thinking about?” He asked after a while of silence, your eyes flicking between your phone and him. ”Will you make sure to text me every day?” He broke into a smile by your question, ”I would have done it even if you didn’t asked. I can even skype you every day if you want.” He started to take jeans out of his drawers now and placing them on the bed. ”I would prefer anything to be honest.” Your fingers opened your phone again as you read the text again. ”Anything to get your focus away from him.”


You got a boyfriend
And he’s a total loser
All your friends tell you that he’s got not future
But they like me
Just saying

Laughing and people enjoying each other’s company was filled inside Ashton’s living room to have a little come together two nights before an award show Ashton and the boys would attend some other place in Australia, you, Ash and some of your other friends having a couple of beers, listening to music and eating snacks. ”Are you nervous?” One of Ashton’s asked and of course Ash nodded his head. ”Very. But I’m always nervous at awards, they make my belly tickle.” He giggled, glancing over at you a few times, you had grown oddly quiet and with your nose up in your phone. ”You okay there Y/N?” One of the others asked, everyone’s attention on you now. You looked up dazed by the sudden attention, looking over at Ashton for help. He knew what was up, and it would be a tuff one to sneak out of. ”I uhm.. In the middle of a fight..” You tried to explain, earning confused stares, ”Over text messages?” Calum, who was also there asked, you just nodding your head. ”With who?” You let out a sigh before answering ”Y/BF/N” to everyone’s shock. ”You’re still together with that douche?” One exclaimed, your cheeks starting to blush. ”I thought you and Ashton were dating?” Another asked, Ashton’s eyes going wide. ”What, no?” Ashton defended with wide eyes, everyone looking at him in disbelief. ”Why aren’t you dating Ashton, Y/N?” Calum questioned, ”Dude!” Ash exclaimed, slapping him on the upper arm. ”What we mean is that Ashton is clearly better and doesn’t every best friends couple end up together in a relationship?” Your eyes were wide as clear now looking at others, this had taken a whole different turn than expected. Ashton looked quite shocked and puzzled as well, pulling at his collar on his t shirt. ”I uh..” He stammered, the two of you sharing looks, but you could only shrug. ”We’re just friends.” He stated, making everyone else moan. ”Seriously.” He stated again, with more pressure this time, everyone just nodding their heads with smirks plastered on their lips. Another text came on your phone making your attention turn towards it, your eyes rolling automatically with a sigh. You could feel Ashton’s eyes on you but you didn’t want to look up at him due to the fact that you knew that he would read right through you. And because of that you knew that the tears would be ready to spill. That was how well he knew you and it showed how great of a relationship you guys had. Why ruin it by going into a relationship and why in the world going from one relationship to another in just days, you couldn’t get yourself to do that. ”You wanna go out and talk?” A text was later send to you making you look up at Ashton confused, watching him as he looked up from his phone to see your reaction. You just shook your head making him raise one eyebrow and glancing at you in disbelief as he continued on a conversation with the others. Seeing it at one perspective, you would go out and talk with Ashton due to the fact that otherwise you wouldn’t get the chance before another week passing by and at that point, things could have turned out way different than now. But with everyone being here, you couldn’t get yourself to rip the host away from his guests. So instead, you leaned forward and grabbed your half empty beer, drowning it down in three large slurps, Calum’s eyes going wide by your action but afterwards letting out a laugh. ”That’s the spirit girl, drink out that loser out.” He chuckled, sending a wink towards Ashton making Ash blush and look questionable at Cal, yet he only winked his eyes at him before giving you another beer, wanting it to be a blissful night without any further complications with your ex or whatever boyfriend. 

Hug Me, I’m Scared; Part 2

In which your nightmares lead to rare cuddles.

V/Taehyung: You wake up with a gasp, your breath caught in your throat, and you’re frozen by fear, the emotions of the nightmare you just woke from lingering so that you’re effectively paralyzed, eyes wide in the darkness. The only thing you can do is speak, so you do.

“Taehyung?” The shape your boyfriend makes on the bed across the room doesn’t stir, so you try again, louder. “Taehyung?” He groans and rolls over a bit.


“I…need you.” This isn’t completely uncommon for you, so he gets up immediately, if a bit slowly, and complains the whole way over to you and sits next to you on the bed.

“Bad dream again?” His long hair is rumpled, eyes half-closed, and his voice is even deeper than usual. You bite your lip and nod, able to move again and therefore picking at a loose thread at the edge of the blanket. “Want to talk?” he asks.

You sketch out the details of your dream, the bits you can remember and put into words, and he frowns at you sympathetically.

“What can I do to help?”

“I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep,” you reply. “Any way to help?”

“First, milk usually helps,” he says. When you raise an eyebrow skeptically he persists. “It stimulates the release of melatonin, which is the hormone to help you sleep. Other than that, meditation or breathing exercises, I guess.”

He walks with you to the kitchen, an arm around your waist protectively, and doesn’t protest when you ask quietly if he can enter rooms first. He pours the glass of milk for you, ignoring when you tell him you can do it, and picks you up to sit you on the counter so that he can meet your eyes as you cradle the glass.

“You’ll be okay, you know? It was just a dream, it can’t hurt you, you’ll probably forget about it in a few days.” With a sigh and a small smile you nod and finish your milk, rinse out the glass and leave it to dry, and let Taehyung take your hand gently and lead you back to the bedroom.

You’re tired, sure, but once the bedroom door is closed and the light is gone, your fear returns, your eyes unadjusted to the darkness. Taehyung senses this, pulls you to the bed and under the covers with him.

“Tae?” you ask hesitantly, but he refuses to let you go and tugs you closer to his chest.

“I’ll protect you,” he explains, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, and you don’t deny that the contact does make you feel safer. You nod and curl into his side and it may take a few minutes, but his embrace and steady breath calm you enough that you drift off to sleep.

And if he appears in your dreams to ensure your safety from your adversaries, well, you keep that to yourself the next morning.

Jimin: let’s be real though is a not-very-physical relationship even possible for this boy You wake up suddenly, your eyes flying open, and it scares Jimin, who had been hovering above you. He screams a little and jumps backwards, and were you not so scared you would have found the note he hit hilarious.

“Are you okay?” he asks, steps forward again, tries to regain his composure. “You kept moving around and I thought you were about to fall off the bed.”

You stare at him, at the way he hovers over you, eyes wide, and your breath is a little too fast to hide your fear. His hands won’t stop moving, tugging at the hem of his shirt and then his hair and then rubbing over his collarbone, and you’re getting slightly dizzy from watching their motion, and his anxiety isn’t helping yours at all. He looks like he wants something, keeps shifting his weight from one foot to the other as you blink up at him and try to form words to voice your dream, but the only thing you manage to get out is “nightmare”.

He takes a step forward, reaches out toward you, and finally you get the hint that he wants to hug you, and with your inability to stop shaking slightly, you’re not sure you want to stop him. He’s surprised, though, when you take his hand and pull him toward you, but as cuddly as your boyfriend is, he’s not going to pass up this opportunity.

And his arms are strong as they wrap around your form, and he peppers kisses up your neck, though they’re gentle and less to start something as to distract you, he tells you later.

“You’re okay,” he whispers amid kisses. “Nothing can hurt you.”

The contact is fairly foreign, as your relationship is fairly new, but you’re finding you don’t really mind. His distraction technique is certainly working, and the way he laces his fingers through yours keeps your hands from shaking as they were a minute ago. The warmth of his body against yours is, you admit to yourself, comforting, a sharp contrast to the cold surroundings of your dream, and he traces small patterns on the back of your hands, lets you lean against his chest until his heartbeat is the only thing you can hear, and he doesn’t really say much, but doesn’t need to and seems to understand that.

You’re drifting off to sleep again when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and moves to get up, but you stop him.

“I know you miss cuddles enough that you got that teddy bear,” you murmur sleepily. “Let me be your teddy bear.” He laughs a bit and returns to his position next to you.

“I was waiting for the day you said that, though Y/N might not be too happy to hear it.”

“You named your teddy bear after me?” There’s a pause and embarrassment is clear in his tone when he confirms your question. “Dork.” But he just laughs and pulls you closer.

“You’re much better than a teddy bear.”

“How many times must I call you a dork?”

You smirk a little bit and shift closer, and his laughter lulls you to sleep.

Jungkook: You wake up in the process of sitting bolt upright, a gasp flying from your lips, and squeak as the motion nearly causes you to fall off of the bed. It’s a lot less like the movies, you think later, an uncoordinated tumble of limbs and grabbing at the sheets so that you don’t hit the floor, and the noise wakes your boyfriend.

“Y/N?” Jungkook rolls out of his own bed, stumbles towards you while rubbing one eye and trying to straighten his shirt with the other. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

His voice is slurred and he tries to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and you would call him adorable if you weren’t in the middle of trying not to hyperventilate. When you don’t reply he gets more frantic.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Mutely you shake your head at him and continue to try to regulate your breathing, shake off the emotions left over from your dream, but it’s hard and Jungkook isn’t really helping as he hovers around you.

“Do you need help? Can I do anything? What’s wrong?” He fires questions at you with a desperate voice and wide eyes, waking up quite quickly when he realizes something’s wrong with you. It’s all you can do to breathe in a semblance of normalcy, much less respond to his questions, so you shoo him away with a shaking hand. He sees the way your hand trembles, though, and refuses to leave.

“Was it a bad dream? Do you want to talk about it? Should you, like, put your head between your knees or something?” It’s pretty clear he doesn’t know what to do, but you don’t really blame him, as new as you both are to the whole relationship thing.

But you can’t control your breathing and it’s starting to scare you just about as much as it scares him, and you can feel the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes as you continue to gasp.

Finally he gets truly desperate and grabs you, wraps his stupidly lanky form around you, smothers you in a hug. His hands stroke their way through your hair and rub circles into your shoulder blades, and you put your own arms around his waist in a weak mirror of his embrace. You’re not sure why this is the thing that works, but you can’t deny that from the shelter his arms provide you’re able to start calming down, your breathing slowing, and your hands stop shaking as badly as you clutch his shoulders for dear life.

There’s not really any question to whether or not he’s staying next to you as you lie back down, and you face each other on the bed, legs twisted together and your hands intertwined in the small space between your bodies.

“No offense, Kookie, but you give really bad advice.” You smile softly at him and he acquiesces the comment.

“Sorry if I don’t really know what to do,” he says, but there’s no real venom to the words, just a tinge of sarcasm.

“I’d say you did pretty well,” you reply. “Just hug me faster next time, goddammit.”

“I will,” he promises, and you slip back into sleep anchored by the touch of his fingers laced in yours.

Day 1 - Evening

As the sun set and the opportunity for hunting and scavenging came to a close, the remaining Tributes turned to conversation to ease their boredom.

Eike Kusch leaned in close as he listened to the muddled conversation. I just know I’m on the cusp of figuring this whole thing out. He puts his hand to his ear:

Have you seen a man in a dark brown coat? Brown hair? Clumsy and buffoonish?

God, no! I’ve spent all afternoon trying to finally get away from him!


Eike drew back from the two conversants. That’s it! I’ve got it!

I’m in some kind of game! He snapped his fingers in joy.

Other conversations did not go so well.

Hey! Gimme that bag a’ chips! I’m hungry!

Feed me! Feed me!

Aww, C'mon! Give it!

Feed me! Feed me!

Ah, screw it, I’m outta here.

Some were even worse.


Uh, yeah, mister!


Well, I love rock and roll, sir!


Well, I really like Frankie Valli!


Well gosh um I think think that’d have to be the theme to Charles in Charge sir that’s a uh classic but uh the theme to The Wonder Years is also -


The warlord swung his axe - a vintage Grecotch - wildly as he chased off the young lad.

Billy, no! TheLimePopsicle ran after them, only to bump into a short blonde woman slightly younger than him, sending them both tumbling. The young woman grabbed some kind of rod with a star on its tip from her purse.


Lime grabbed her rod and the two struggled for it, each pushing it in the opposite direction. They continued to fight as the stock animation continued and the rod grew near and nearer to blasting, when two figures appeared from the bushes.

You don’t understand! said a man with a high forehead who appeared to be in his mid-50s. It was a disappointment!

But you liked it, you said you enjoyed it, and you couldn’t name a single thing you didn’t like! countered his companion, a thin tan woman with front-loaded anvils.

That’s exactly it! it was disappointingly enjoyable! How do you not - he froze in his tracks as he saw Lime and Jessica struggling with a loaded beam wand. The two had reached deadlock, and the wand was pointed directly at he and Lara.

Shoot her! George Wood pushed Lara into the two other tributes. She has breast cancer! It’s terminal! I have so long to live!

What? I don’t have- there was flash of light. Lime scattered away, horrified.

ELIMINATION 4: LARA CROFT (District 8) is killed by JESSICA (District 12), forced by THELIMEPOPSICLE (District 3)