wake me up when its time

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sure. what r ur thoughts on skeletons in media and memes bc i think they’re neat in theory but over-saturated which led to them being a lot less cool

i think the fact that “spooky scary skeletons” and “spoopy” memes only surface during late october/halloween is the worst thing of all time because it means the meme will never die. it gets repeated every year because its a time specific meme so it doesnt go on for over a month and lose its appeal like regular memes. its the same thing as “wake me up when september ends” and mr krabs day 15 because the meme returns for a brief period of time and disappears, never letting the meme die a clean death and fade into the abyss but instead frozen until its time comes back. so regular people never get bored of the OVERLY unfunny and boring skeleton memes and i think thats so ethically wrong

8

Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had I can never recall. But the sensation that I’ve lost something lingers for a long time after I wake up. I’m always searching for something, for someone. This feeling has possessed me, I think, from that day…that day the stars came falling.

anonymous asked:

yuuri sometimes calls victor "sweetheart" and "babe" without consciously thinking about it, like when they wake up and yuuri doesn't wanna move yet so he'll cling to victor and mumble "babe no, come baaack," or when victor's coaching him and he goes, "one more time from the sit spin, yes?" and then yuuri takes a last swig of water before nonchalantly replying "sure thing, sweetheart." it gets victor right in the gut bc it's so casually affectionate, they're just a domestic pair of dorks

anonymous asked:

Number 4 please!!! I wanna burn in all these feels

CUTE THINGS BOYFRIEND!TOM DOES 

(this was originally supposed to be titled ‘’things he does that make your heart soar but that was a little cheesetown so now we have this!!!)

  • he’s a forehead nudger. he’s done it since you first started dating. if your squishing together on the couch, he’ll nudge his forehead into your shoulder to get you to adjust so he can fit flush against you. or he’ll just do it when you two are standing close together. its something that’s extremely intimate like a kiss but yet so gentle and loving
  • when talking to tessa, he will refer to you as “mummy”. 
  • you can remember the first time he did it. you were waiting by the front door as he fastened her leash and cooed to her. “gonna have a nice walk, aren’t we, princess? you, me, and mummy.” you’ve never discussed it, but the look you gave him when he glanced up at you was the only confirmation he needed
  • sometimes will refer to you in conversations as “the missus”. once or twice it has sparked some engagement rumors and that’s partially why he loves it
  • every time you watch him pack for another long press junket it away, he will wrap and arm under your legs and across your back before carrying you bridal style into his suitcase. he pretends to pack you, setting some t-shirts and socks on top of you before shutting the lid. “i told you i can’t forget anything!!” 
  • when he gets home after a long day and its quite late, he wakes you up by slathering your face in kisses. there’s no corner of your skin left untouched before he smiles against it and whispers a “missed you”
  • feel free to fight me but, he’s a big corner mouth kisser. like not all the time, but rather then place a quick peck to your lips, he’s developed a habit of catching the corner of your lips, in a sort of teasing, cheeky way. 
  • (when he first started doing it, he’d say “there’s more where that came from!!!”)
  • he’s also a big grabby hand baby. if he’s talking to harrison back stage in a green room, he’ll stretch out his hand to you, beckoning you to come play with his fingers or at least just sit by him.
  • or when he has a break and for some reason you’re still across the room, he’ll stretch his hands out to, fingers flexing and a whine leaving his mouth
  • tried to cook for you but only has 3 ½ meals memorized and can never be bothered with recipes because the boy cannot follow directions (”i’m not gonna let a piece of paper tell me what to do!!!”)
  • when you tag along to his events, in between networking or interviewing, he’ll twist around so he can find you and give you a nose scrunch or a playful snarl, just so you know he hasn’t forgotten you’re there
  • lays on top of you. just spreads across you. doesn’t matter what you’re doing. you will either become his pillow for a quick nap or listen to him beg for your attention.
  • he’s a show off too. like if he gets a crowd laughing or does a flip for an audience, he’ll find you in the crowd or backstage and give you and eyebrow wiggles as if to say “did you see THAT”
  • he hits on you like you’re not already together. you’ll be in the cereal aisle, trying to pick one out for the week and he’ll saunter over to you, place and arm against the shelves and wink “do you come here often?”
  • or “hey you’re really cute, got a boyfriend?” and you reply “yeah and he’s Spider-Man.” he’s always delighted when you play along. “damn, sounds like a really manly guy, you’re really lucky.”
  • if you say “i love you” back too quietly, he shouts “what was that?!” until you shout it back at him
  • he would rather sit on the floor with his back against your legs while you sit on the couch. this way he can drape your legs over his shoulders and loop his arms over them or run his hands over your soft skin
  • will take deep, deep inhales of your shampoo or hair care sent. like sniffs so hard he may pop a brain vessel “i think i’m getting high off of how good you smell!!!!!” 
Sweet Creature

Click here if you’d like to listen to the song to help set the mood. x

It was one of those days.

Harry adored his job. He really did. His work was his first love, he always said. But there were certainly days where it all got to be a little too much.

He woke up at six in the morning to be greeted by a rainy and foggy sky outside. He spent a good ten minutes gazing at the great love of his life, her hair splayed in all different directions from having forgotten to tie it up in a ponytail like she usually did. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were still puffy from the night before. He exhaled a sigh at the memory of it—it was the first time they’d really fought in a little while, but it’d been a doozy. Exhaustion took it’s toll on the both of them, but they were both too stubborn to admit it. It had been over something petty that he wasn’t even angry about anymore, even though at the moment in all seemed so important. And even though they tried to never go to bed angry, their tired eyes beat out the need to make up.

He exhaled a soft sigh as he watched his love, and he could see the tension built up in her features still from last night. He didn’t want to wake her just yet, because he knew that she would not love being woken up at six in the morning if she didn’t need to get up. The two of them rarely ever got a good night’s sleep anymore, and he didn’t want to take away her rest.

He got himself out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, going about his morning routine as quietly as possible as to not wake his girls. Within half an hour he was dressed up in a pair of black jeans and one of his button-ups. Usually he wouldn’t get so dolled up to go out this early, but he had a few morning radio shows he was making a live guest appearance on and impressions mattered to him. Having decided to get breakfast on the way to work, he quickly slipped out of the house without making a sound.

The rest of the day didn’t get any better.

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6 june 2017

soooo i made a thing… its sketchy and not great but i did it in one sitting and ive never done anything like it, so counts for experience i guess

figured id post since im probably never going to go back to it 

Today, I fucked up... by picking up a hitchhiker and then showing up to my own funeral

This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.

Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.

I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!

its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.

I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….

So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.

TL;DR Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.

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jackson puked in front of a fan, fell off a chair and fainted… and, honestly? i am so exhausted. i am so exhausted of waking up with things like “jackson has fever”, “jackson is sick”. he is literally the most important person in my life and it kills me every time something bad happens with him. when will he understand that his health is a priority for us? that we don’t care if he skips an event to take care of himself? that we want him to be okay more than anything? and how this fucking company allowed this to happen to him? regardless of what made him sick, its their job to take care of him and keep him healthy, but, for fuck’s sake, how many times did we complain already about how much they neglect this boy? jackson really needs to fake he’s okay and i wonder if he does this constantly… anyway, it’s heartbreaking the amount of times we use the hashtag “#getwellsoonjackson”, it shouldn’t be like this…

Hers

And there he stands in all his glory, laughing at something Chris Nolan said to him, a glass of whisky in his hand and his arm around her waist. And all I could do was stand here, from afar, watching them.

“He’ll notice if you keep staring, darling.” Anne handed me a glass of champagne.

“I-I-I was not staring. Just looking how wonderful they are together.” I could feel my face turn red by the second.

“Oh, darling, don’t try to fool yourself, I know you have feelings for him.” She smiled lightly at me. “Actually, I always thought you’re going to be together.”

My smile faltered and I looked at the floor. Silly Y/N, of course Anne knew. Apparently, everybody did! The boys, Gemma, Lou and now Anne. Clearly, I am not very good in hiding my feelings for my best friend. The guy who knows me better than anyone and yet can’t realize how much I adore him.

Harry and I have been friends since we were kids, really. Eventually we went separate ways: He went out to become the biggest celebrity out there and I went to college. Even though we lived in different worlds, we never stopped talking. We’re still best friends even after all this time.

I love him.

But it wasn’t always like this. When we’re younger, our parents used to tell us we would eventually get married. We’re too perfect for each other, that’s something we always knew, even though we didn’t have this types of feeling for each other.

It was in my senior year of college that this said feelings started to show. I spent a few weeks with him and the boys while they’re on tour and suddenly I started to fall for my best friend. If you have seen any movie out there, you would think that the feeling was mutual and we’re happily ever after. Not how things turned out, I’m afraid to tell you. I spent 6 weeks trying to find a way to tell him my feelings, even asked for the boys’ help, but when I was close to figure a way out, he met her. And gosh, how much he adored her. Since the beginning!

You know that stupid line that said when you love someone, you gotta let them go and find their happiness? His happiness was she and I couldn’t stand in the way of that. Even though I knew I loved him more than she could ever love him, it was time for me to set him free.

So I came back. Came to the UK, finished college and found a job I actually like. My life is all put together, as Harry likes to remind me. He’s right, my life is put together, except for my love life. I tried so hard to get over him, to not have feelings for him. I dated, I tried everything I could, but he was always there, in the back of my mind, even when I met my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We broke up a few months later because he knew I had feelings for my best friend. Poor Dan, such a nice guy and I couldn’t love him.

Harry came back home. And moved in with her, much to my dismay. They’re together for 3 years now and they don’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve thought about telling him, just to get it out of my chest, but I can’t. I cannot ruin this for him. I would rather suffer in silence than ruin his happiness and our friendship.

“Have you thought about telling him?” She asked me while we watched the couple from afar.

“I did.” I whispered. “I just can’t. He’s happy, Anne. He deserves to be happy.”

“My son is a fool, darling. He doesn’t know, but he does have feelings for you. A mother always know and I’m telling you he does. But I understand your side, I just don’t wanna see you both losing time with other people when you could be together!”

I breathed a laugh. Anne was always our biggest supporter, so it’s not a shock to me she would rather me with her son than his actual girlfriend. The poor girl is not a bad girl; she’s just not right for him.

She doesn’t get it how he can be such a morning person, always waking up at a 100%, telling everyone ‘good morning’ in his raspy voice. She thinks its annoying, but the truth is if he doesn’t do this, we’ll go back to sleep and miss his whole day. She doesn’t get his obsession for good health, but if she just asked him about it, she would understand he actually believes that those junk foods can kill you slowly, and he can’t lose anyone in his life, so we all have to eat health food. At least around him. She doesn’t understand how he can feel so down after reading mean comments on the internet, because for her how could The Harry Styles feel anything less than perfect?! He thinks he’s not worth it, even though he truly does deserve everything good that ever happened to him. However, he has insecurities, because by the end of the day, he is just Harry. And all he really wants is cuddles and a few reassurance words that those people are just mean people and are not telling the truth.

She doesn’t know him and a part of me thinks she just doesn’t want to. Yes, she knows what he likes for breakfast, what calms him when his in a bad mood, but she doesn’t know the little things I do.

It’s sad, if you think about it. He’s been with her for 3 years and she doesn’t get him. Maybe that’s why when he needs someone, he runs to me. He runs to my house at 3 A.M just so he could talk about his bad day. She never saw him cry, because he only cries when we’re alone and he can truly show his feelings. I’m the first person he calls when something good or bad happens. I’m his emergence contact in the hospital, I’m his safe place to go when he needs to just take a break. I’m the one who could leave her whole life on hold, just to take care of him when needed.

It’s sad because even thought I am his person, I’m not his and he’s not mine. She has him and I can’t truly express how much I wish that could be me.

“He looks nervous.” I pointed out to Anne.

“I was about to ask you this… Do you know why? He’s been like this for a few weeks now.” She looked deep in thought, trying to find a reason for her son odd behavior.

“I think…” I was interrupted by Louis, who looked out of breath.

“You need to stop him, he will make a terrible mistake, please Y/N, stop him!”

“Louis, what’s going on? What are you talking about? Breathe, Lou.”

“You don’t get it, he’ll…”

“Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Harry called out from the center of the room. The party quickly died down, waiting for his speech. “I would like to thank you all for coming to my Dunkirk party. It’s so nice to enjoy the movie’s success with all of you, so thank you!”

Everyone around the room clapped and Louis was fussing by side. He looks nervous and I couldn’t understand why.

“As you know this is a special night for me and I wanted to be even more special. Lexa, can you come here, darling?” He asked his girlfriend to join him and I could already feel the tension growing around me. Anne, Louis, Niall, Liam, Lou and Gemma surrounded me and we all were just waiting for something to happen. Anything.

“Lexa, we’ve been together for 3 years next week and I feel so blessed to have you by side. I was smitten with you since the moment I saw you, you can ask Y/N for confirmation.” Everybody laughed a little and I could feel a knot in my through already. “So, in this special date for me and surrounded by friends and family, I would like to ask you…” he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

And just like that my world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see her nod and everyone clap for them. I think the boys were talking to me, but I could barely understand what was happening.

He proposed to her.

He is hers.

She is his.

And just like that I realized that all these years loving him, taking care of him, weren’t enough to make him fall for me. I was a silly girl who believed in the fairy tale that everyone thought we would live. I loved him with everything in me, I was always his but he was never mine.

And just like that I ran out of the party, leaving everyone – including the love of my life – behind.

I was always his.

He was never mine.

He was always hers.

*** 

Part 2

It’s been a while, I know, but I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B. 

MASTERLIST

dating tom holland | pt. 2

Part One

  • okay so we’ve established that he would be the absolute perfect boyfriend in the world 
  • he would always try to make you happy, putting yourself before him
  • so if you’d get sick he’d freak out at first
    • like ??? what does he do
    • “do you need some soup?” “cough drops?” “a popsicle?” “cuddles?”
  • even though it’s just a cold and you constantly tell him that you’re fine 
  • he’ll still wrap you in a billion blankets like a burrito
  • and then proceed to lay on top of you
    • “Tom you’re squishing me,”
    • “Shhh it’s fine just relax,” as he peppers kisses on your face
    • “You’re crushing me,” 
    • “WE CAN’T LET THE WARMTH ESCAPE YOU, [Y/N],”
  • not letting him kiss you when you’re sick cause you don’t want him to get sick (because that is a nightmare)
  • him pouting and whining
    • “pleasssseeee,” and 
    • “it’ll make you feel better,”  
  • he ends up kissing you and whadaya know, he gets sick
  • he’s super handsy with you at home and sometimes in public he forgets so there’s papped pictures of his hands on your bum 
  • jumping onto his back at random times telling him where to take you
    • “to the fridge!!!!!”
    • “we’re in the kitchen, [Y/N]…”
  • there’s one time where you jump onto his back and he completely face plants onto the floor
  • you know you should feel bad but you can’t control your laughter 
    • “are you okay?” in between breaths
    • “stooooop laughing at me,” as he rubs his nose 
    • “I’m sorry bubs, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” As your laughter dies down
    • “kisses and cuddles,”  
  • spending hours in bed or on the couch kissing and cuddling 
  • sometimes it’s full on makeouts where you’re straddling his lap with his hands on your hips as your both moaning and panting 
  • and other times its just lazy kisses while you lay in each others arms 
  • PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR 
    • nudging his head into your hand when you stop as a silent plea for more
  • he’ll run his fingers up and down your arm or sides leaving goosebumps in his wake 
    • “can i try braiding your hair?” as his fingers card through your locks
  • the braid isn’t great but its not terrible either 
  • there’s so much lazy sex don’t fight me 
  • not like half assed sex but like when he’s still jet lagged but hella horny 
    • “baby, please,”
    • Tom you need to sleep,” 
    • “no, I need you,” and he’d definitely whine and pout
  • you finally giving in and riding him because poor baby is so whiny and needy and tired
  • calling him baby boy and bubs making him blush 
    • “don’t call me that,” in a high pitched whiny voice
  • but he secretly adores the nicknames you’ve given him
  • nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck whenever he can
    • “you smell so good,”
  • tapping your nose with his index finger lightly to get your attention 
  • “can we have sex when we get home??????” as he bounces up and down lightly in anticipation 
  • waking each other up with oral yes 
  • surprise blowjobs when he’s tired or stressed or tensed or bored 
  • his favourite thing is when you’re both in bed wide awake at three in the morning because of jetlag and talking about anything and everything 
  • as you’re both transfixed in each others eyes
  • his fingers twirling a strand of your hair as he listens to your words 
    • “i love you, darling,” at random times in the day 
  • sigh im so in love with tom honestly 

A/N: ALL I WANT IS TO HAVE A TOM 

BTS AS CATS!

Taehyung; always attached to your hip, follows you around all the time and when you stop walking he bumps into your legs and falls back on his ass. Runs around your house following his tail and brings you every single insect he catches. Eats a lot and is friendly with other cats. Jiminie and Gukie are his partners in crime.

Jiminie: shy at the beginning but shamelessly asks for belly rubs once you know him. Always around you and whines when he doesn’t get attention. Is jealous of gukie because “taetae is mine, im his baby paws”

Gukie: shy at the beginning but worst cat ever once you know him, steals your food, scratches your couch to piss you off when you’re not giving him attention. If he wakes up in the middle of the night expect him to get under your blankets and push you out of your own bed. Fights with Jiminie all the time because “tae only loves me, don’t touch whats mine”

Suga: new definition of grumpy cat, never comes when you call him, ignores you unless you have food for him, when its time to sleep, he gets on your lap and sleeps, doesn’t matter how many times you pull him away, he will end up on your lap and give you a hell of a night. Soft for hoseokie, will run around after him if it means getting his attention.

Hoseok: hyperactive cat, runs around the house following your shadow. Its clingy and scratches your hand to ask for attention. Never stops and will never stop unless suga asks him to take a nap with him.

Namjoon: have you ever seen a clumsy cat? Okay not use that image and make it 7 times worse. Follows you around and trips over his own legs, you try to avoid stepping onto him and end up falling, he gets on top of you and rubs his head on your arm. Always falls while you’re petting him, falls from the couch, falls from the bed, falls from your lap… messy eater, takes his food and places it next to you so he can keep you company while eating.

Jin: fattest cat alive, eats his food, asks for more and then steals your food. Is cute and he knows it, walks around moving his tail perfectly so everyone notices him. Hates cats who eat messily but doesn’t mind sharing a meal with joonnie.

A/N: its 4 am and im writing this which means idk what im doing and I just couldn’t stop myself because too cute SO COME @ me I DARE YOU.

probably-a-cryptid  asked:

Hello it's me again for like the fifth time! Are there any video game au's that you know of? I've only seen two when I've looked, and was just wondering! Oh and thanks for always taking time to make lists and stuff <3

Thanks for these requests! I don’t typically read much from this AU but here are some good ones! Let me know if I missed any!

Originally posted by klxud


Video Game/Gaming AU


[Press Start] by kaizuka, Gen, 17k (WIP)
Yuuri wakes up one day to find himself thrown into an otome game-like reality, where his love interests seem to consist of figure skaters from the Grand Prix, and many of his actions are dictated by one of three choices that pop up in a text box that only he can see. And, as he’s quick to find out, the only way out of the game is to choose a love interest and see the blossoming romance through till the end! Thumbs up!

On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 23k (WIP)
The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor’s attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. Love!

Pixelated Reality by chibilysis (xyrilyn), Teen, 9.1k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki is a Level 230 Arch Mage - the top ranking Arch Mage in Code Regius Online (CRO) - the world’s #1 Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game.Victor Nikiforov is a Level 190 Master Swordsman and Guildmaster of Fimbulwinter - a pirate/PK-killer guild. Strip away their online personas, however, Yuuri and Victor are but just two people trying to find their own place in the world.

all the dragons we have slain by brighter, Mature, 9.6k
This is why Yuuri loves gaming—the victory of it, the easy camaraderie amongst his guild, the sense that he’s part of something greater.Victor tells him, “you were incredible,” and maybe he loves that a little, too. Definitely recommend!

 Shall We Date? Let’s Skate! by Sakhyu, Teen, 4.5k (WIP)
“Shall We Date? Let’s Skate!” was the hottest dating sim game on the market … and it is also the video game one Yuuri Katsuki suddenly wakes up in. Now, Yuuri has to battle floating screens, pesky Quests, and … wait, what do you mean he’s now the main character?! Featuring poor, poor Gamer!Yuuri.

much ado about ADO by Vitali (exocara), Teen, 7.4k (WIP)
Yuuri’s first quest in the relatively popular VRMMORPG, Angels&Demons Online (ADO), was to seduce an NPC. He was trying to figure out just how to differentiate between NPCs and player characters, when he saw an angel with long silver hair and gorgeous blue eyes and thought to himself: That man is way too beautiful to be a player character.

Otome on Ice by Ethril, Teen, 9.9k (WIP)
Yuri K is a famous independent game tester that has a reputation for finding bugs and glitches that no one else can. He works mostly online through the pseudonym Eros and only gives his real name when hired to test games.Victor is the CEO of a major gaming company in Russia. Currently his top team is working on an Otome style game that they hope to turn into a RPG MMO in the near future, but first they need to do some serious testing. Christophe suggests they bring in the game tester Eros, whom they have worked with in the past, in order to test the new game “Otome On Ice”. Awesome fic so far!

Yuuri Katsuki Secret Route Walkthrough/FAQ by Metis_Ink, Gen, 2.2k
The otome community uncovers the mysteries of the Nikiforov-Katsuki Route, one of the most difficult and overly-complicated routes in a game supposedly just about ice skating. Rec’d by a follower!

Something weird about watching ‘13 Reasons Why’ is that by the end you’re rooting for Hannah and wanting her to make it and be okay that you almost forget she’s dead and the ending is already sealed. Clay won’t wake up to it all being a dream, she won’t be all “surprise bitch”, she’s dead, and it feels weirdly surprising when the suicide scene happens but you knew the whole time it was coming…

im sick so i bought some nasal strips in an attempt to get some sleep tonight but i just realized i cant use them because my nose is sunburned. this is the last time ill allow the sun to spite me, its time for revenge. lms if youll help me destroy the sun tomorrow morning when it wakes up

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I didn’t care about the business part for a very long time. I was just burying myself in the music and being like “Cool, wake me up when I have to sing”. Not until the past two years did I start to have any sort of business sensibility. Now I can confidently say that I run my show from top to bottom.

The Unicorn

Summary: Bucky’s away on a mission, and you’re left with an apartment full of boxes to unpack. 

Word Count: 1,394

Warnings: None

A/N: This is dedicated to @writingruna, and she is 110% the inspiration for this (because she may or may not own a unicorn onesie and also because I can just see this happening to her). It was also written when I should have been sleeping but alas, here we are. 

Originally posted by accio-fan-fiction

“Okay, but what are you going to do? You can’t just hang out in your apartment, all by yourself, all weekend.”

Wanda tugged at your arm, which had been retreating into your jacket, her bottom lip stuck out into a pout. You smiled and gently pulled away, snickering lightly when both Wanda and Natasha made noises of complaint.

“I think you’re both imagining me watching sad romance movies and listening to love ballads in my pajamas,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “But I do actually have some unpacking to do, you know.”

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anonymous asked:

+++ can you please do a headcanon where rfa reacts to mc's death? pretty please +++

a|n warning: if you’re faint of heart, or cannot handle death, do not read.

RFA reacting to MC’s death

Zen

  • tears were prickling his eyes as he sat still on the cold metal chairs outside the hospital’s operating room
  • earlier that day, he brought you to one of his fan meets
  • but little did Zen know bringing you in today was the w o r s t choice he could ever make in his entire life
  • the echo of the gunshot was still freshly ringing inside his head followed by the panic and stampede caused by the people inside the fan meeting premises
  • he couldn’t remove the image he saw moments after he heard the gunshot — the face of the culprit and the sadistic smile it had on its features
  • how you suddenly screamed for his name and shielded him using your body
  • how you coughed up blood and fell right before his eyes
  • he tried to cover his ears as the resounding screams of terror and panic echoed inside his head, haunting him, taunting him, reminding him of how badly he screwed up on the only time you needed him the mosthis gaze fixated blankly towards the marbled floor of the silent hallways; just waiting … and waiting … and possibly hoping for an answer that might ease the pain
  • the door creaked open and he was quick to bolt up, although limping and dirty from the chaos he just got out from, he was very eager and hoping to hear a positive answer from your operation
  • “Doctor!” Zen exclaimed as he approached the one who just got out of the operating room, his face wet from tears, his clothes stained with blood and filth “How is she?”
  • his face was hopeful — the small flicker of light the only thing left inside the dark abyss he’s slowly drowning in
  • but as soon as the doctor removed his mask and gloves
  • Zen knew it wasn’t the answer he was hoping for
  • “I’m sorry for your loss, Sir.” 
  • as soon as those words reached him, his world stopped, the feeling of dizziness and disbelief washing over his system
  • he slowly backed down, his expression flashing cynicism before it all turned into despair and anger
  • “What?” his lips quivered as his arms fell limply on his sides, his crimson hues turning blank from the news he just got
  • “Come again? Will you please repeat that?” Zen’s voice inquired quietly, his lips twisting an incredulous smile “You’re just joking, right?”
  • “I’m very sorry about this. We … did our best. You brought her here a little too late. She already … lost a lot of blood. We are very sorry to deliver this news to you.” the doctor was trying his best to be sympathetic in his explanation but his sympathy failed to reach Zen’s ears
  • his entire system turned deaf and numb at the news
  • “What the hell?” a bark of laughter escaped his mouth as he shook his head, his refusal to let the news sink in evident on his actions
  • “That’s a funny one, Doctor! I’m an actor and I’ve seen lots of plays with this kind of joke running around. You can’t be serious, right?” his eyes tiredly gripped the doctor’s collar as he lightly shook him, his crimson hues passing a silent plead
  • but the doctor only dipped his head low, his silence the confirmation of everything he’s afraid to know
  • “Her time of death is 19:05, 9/11/2017. If only you were able to rush her here immediately then …”
  • upon hearing that, he tried to get past the doctor, pushing him out of the way and limped himself inside the operating room wherein he was just in time to see the nurses putting a white blanket over your lifeless body
  • the tears he tried so hard to restrain, now falling like mad waterfalls on his face, his hands shaking as he slowly removed the blanket that covered your entire frame upon reaching you
  • he grasped your hand with his and it further broke his heart when you didn’t make any movements to squeeze back, your skin cold against his touch
  • “Baby, please wake up. Wake up for me. You can’t leave me here! You promised to be with me until the very end, didn’t you?”
  • and every silent moment that passed, the further it made everything clear for him
  • “Babe … Babe, please. Open your eyes.” and even if how many times he begs, how many times he tries, it couldn’t change the fact that presented itself before him
  • you’re gone
  • and you’re never coming back
  • and it’s all his fault

Jaehee

  • so Jaehee just got out real quick to replenish some supplies for their cafe when it all happened
  • the inevitable fate that played its cards on their poor souls
  • much to her horror, she came back to something she wished in all her lifetime to never experience
  • the entire building was burning up in flames
  • “Oh god …” and what struck her the most was the fact that you’re still inside, silently sleeping on the employee’s quarters, the last place she checked to see you before she went out
  • before the burning building, there she stood still with her body shaking just before she heard the loud sirens of the firetrucks coming towards her direction
  • “MC!!! No!” it was her catalyst to run like mad and try to get herself inside the burning building, ignoring the fact that she might die while trying to save you
  • “Hey Lady! Come back here!” voices tried to stop her from going near the flames, she was frantic enough to come dashing, fully ignoring the warning calls of the people trying to knock some senses to her
  • the fire was burning high in the sky, creating a thick black smoke in the air
  • but before she can finally reach the entrance, she was pulled back by one of the firemen, a group of them now taking over in prying the entrance open
  • the fire was not showing any signs of being extinguished soon as it more parts of the building to be burned to further fuel itself high in the sky
  • her face was already wet with tears as she stared in horror, obviously very helpless at the moment
  • all Jaehee could hope was for you to actually present yourself in front of her and hug her and assure her that everything’s fine
  • that everything’s going to be fine
  • but moments passed and moments turned into long minutes and you didn’t come out
  • and only then was she able to fall on her knees in a silent surrender
  • the inevitable feeling of doom now reigning inside her heart
  • an ambulance came and medics started pouring out as one nurse tried to ease her up from grovelling on the ground to cover her in a wet blanket
  • she was then guided to sit on the edge of the ambulance and only then was Jaehee able to see her reflection on the mirror
  • she was covered in filth, her face stained with dirt from the fire, her hair a disheveled mess and her eyes bloodshot from tears
  • her body was so exhausted that she couldn’t feel anything else but her own hopelessness
  • her head perked up when she heard murmurs just a few feet away from her, two medics talking with each other with one holding something that looked like a checklist
  • “Did you hear? They only retrieved one body inside.” one hushed towards the other, fully unaware of how someone can hear them clearly “It’s severely burnt.”
  • Jaehee’s eyes widened as she mindlessly got up and walked in a daze towards the burning building
  • and true to what she heard, a stretcher was bringing out one lifeless body
  • a body that was beyond recognition
  • “This isn’t real. MC, no, you can’t leave me … not like this.” she pleaded, her voice breaking apart
  • she slowly walked towards the people carrying the stretcher, hoping that this is all just a nightmare she needed to wake up from
  • but what confirmed her fear was how she was able to recognize the thing the corpse was holding
  • because in the hand of the burnt corpse was the eyeglasses you borrowed from her
  • her own eyeglasses
  • and from then and there
  • for the first time ever
  • she broke down and cried like there’s no tomorrow

Jumin

  • what’s hard in this life was how everything he had hoped to have always had a way to escape his grasp
  • recounting how worst the situation is only brought him to a further deeper level of depression and detachment from everything around him
  • his most prized possession was after all, removed again from his touch
  • each day that passed only made him more anxious of the days to come, wishing, hoping, wanting that it wouldn’t be the last
  • the last time he’ll be able to see your smile
  • the last time he’ll be able to feel your touch
  • the last time he’ll be able to hear your laugh
  • and each days that passes by was only making him wish for more extension of the days he’s able to spend with you
  • but he was not blind not to recognize how the situation at hand was of no further saving
  • that this time, truly, it might be the last
  • and that the time that was given to the both of you has finally reached the end of its cycle
  • “My love.” he whispered as he lay down beside you, his arms enveloping you to a warm embrace “Are you tired?”
  • you tilted your head up to meet his gaze, tears prickling from the corner of your eyes, unable to process that you’ve come to the end of the road
  • you were only able to produce a small nod
  • you heard how he sharply inhaled as he tightened his hold on you, his touch showing how he badly wanted to keep you
  • to hold you
  • to never let you go
  • “I see.” his deep voice reverberated as you pressed your ears near his chest, hearing the slow beating of his heart at the same time
  • a rhythm that strangely put you at rest every single time
  • you were after all very fond of hearing how his heart beats for you and no one else but you
  • your heart broke at how time seemed to run fast at the moments you wanted to stay with him
  • at the moments you wished you were permitted by life itself to be by his side
  • and how it was achingly slow to wait for the inevitable twist of fate to happen
  • “No matter what happens …” Jumin’s voice trailed off as you were finally able to release the sobs you were trying so hard to stop
  • you can hear his own voice break as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, a droplet of wetness from him protruding on the skin of your face
  • “I love you.” he breathed, his own voice shaking. his resolve now crumbling as he himself started to silently succumb to his dreadful emotions
  • “I have loved you in this life. And I am going to love you in the next.” he whispered, now his lips touching the tip of your nose, his slender fingers wiping the tears that kept on falling to the side of your countenance “I am going to love you and only you to every life I will be given.”
  • you nodded silently as you felt the time finally going its last round of quarter, your own frail hands desperately trying to get a hold of him
  • desperately trying not to let go
  • desperately wanting to feel him whole
  • “I am going to love you hard … that not even time can soon stop us from being together. Not again, not ever.” and with a quick lift of your chin to face him, you felt his warm lips melt against your own, the intensity of his love for you watering your dried soul
  • and his love will be the only thing that will guide you in this lifetime
  • “Rest now, my love. I will be here beside you.”
  • the knowledge of knowing that his love will go lengths just for you soon lulled you into your silent surrender, your eyes closing, marking the end of the cycle of time in your life
  • finally ending your struggle and battle with the sickness you carried the entire duration of your waking days
  • and until you drew your very last breath
  • you knew he was there
  • and that his love will soon revive what was lost
  • what time had failed to permit the two of you to have: a love that can be shared without constraints and struggles, a love so pure, so true and a love that only your hearts will be able to recognize
  • a love that not even sickness can tear you both apart
  • not on this lifetime, but maybe on the next

Yoosung

  • “So, for your birthday, what do you want to do?” Yoosung asked his 4 year old son as he happily tied his shoelaces for him at the porch of their home
  • “I … want … want to … amusement park!” the broken sentences of his child only made his heart swell in joy as the kid beamed at him, the evidence of his youth showing at how his two front teeth was still growing
  • “Ohhh! That’s a very great choice! You really do resemble papa, huh?” he teased as he carried his son and tickled him, the child laughing heartily at his little tickle session
  • “Now, now, stop that both of you.” he heard your voice as you made yourself known to the both of them, showing how ready and perfectly dolled up you are for the day’s itinerary
  • “Mama!” your child beamed and tried to reach you with his tiny, little hands, closing and opening his palms with a smile as bright as the smile of the man you love
  • “You look beautiful! You’re always beautiful for me, honey. Always, okay? I have a very beautiful wife!” Yoosung gushed, his lips now curling a full grin - his amethyst orbs twinkling in happiness “So, my beautiful wife, let’s go?”
  • you nodded eagerly as you interlaced your fingers with his free hand and walked towards the drive way, with the hope for a very great day ahead of you
  • but just as how the day began so bright
  • life truly has a way to make you payback for that tiny ounce of happiness
  • because in the middle of the trip to the amusement park,
  • the car swerved and swayed, your child crying helplessly in your arms, Yoosung trying his best to gain his control back on the steering wheel, the sound of the tires screeching and the last thing you can feel is your body being squeezed and ripped apart
  • … and then there was darkness
  • and that darkness opened a light when Yoosung was able to regain his consciousness
  • his ears can catch people buzzing, whispering and the deafening sounds of ambulances all over
  • he groaned when he felt like his entire body was slammed hard that he failed to move according to the way he wanted
  • then a blinding pain attacked him on the lower portion of his body
  • and only then was he able to fully wake his consciousness up and he never wished so bad that he just didn’t wake up
  • he stared in horror at how his legs were severely squeezed in between his seat and the car controls
  • his head feeling light, his mouth painfully bruised, his eyes too heavy to fully open
  • but what broke his heart the most was when he was finally able to roam his eyes to his side
  • only to be greeted by the bodies of his family
  • covered in blood
  • and l i f e l e s s
  • that he was only able to release a strained scream of horror, his eyes hurting his face the moment his tears started falling down
  • “No … No! No, no, no!!” he screamed your name … and screamed and tried to squirm out of his current position just to reach you, just to hold you, just to check if you’re still with him only to be assaulted back by blinding pain
  • and until he was pried out of the broken vehicle and ushered to the ambulance
  • and up until they were able to reach the hospital
  • the only thing that greeted him was a declaration of his life shattering before his very eyes
  • “Dead on Arrival. A woman and a child. Car accident. 14:02 P.M. 09/11/2017.”
  • and the fact that you died
  • in his very own hands

Saeyoung

  • not once in his life did he want something as bad as he wanted you
  • as bad as he wanted to leave a proof of existence to you
  • and as bad as he wanted to have you and only you in his life that was full of nothing but misery and loneliness
  • that’s why, he was very fixated on the thought that whatever mess he tangled himself in, he’d get out of it no matter what
  • he was going on a mission that he, himself, was not even sure if he’d be able to get out alive after
  • to confront the shadows that he, for the longest time, had tread after
  • to confront the enemies he thought he already got rid of
  • thinking that nobody in his life will be affected if he just stayed away from the people he cared about
  • but then you came to his life and no matter how hard he tried to resist, he was able to slowly fall in love with you
  • and then he was able to realize how much of a mistake it was the way he had been living his entire life
  • and he wanted nothing else but to protect you no matter what
  • so that a time will come when both of you will finally be able to stop running away from them, running away from that
  • but what surprised him most, the day he was ready to confront his shadows, was to find you, gagged, tied, covered in blood and beaten up
  • your entire body laying inside the abandoned factory from which he had received an intel that it will be the place for the final confrontation
  • Saeyoung just stood there, his eyes wide in horror as he slowly read the words painted in red on the dull wall behind your body
  • “You can never leave.”
  • and in that moment, all he saw was red and nothing else, the rage inside his body building up
  • but the moment he heard you release a strangled cough, he was quick on his feet to go to you
  • “MC! MC … thank god. Please, don’t strain yourself. I’ll untie you alright? Stay with me. Just listen to my voice!” he stated in a panic, his voice shaking so badly against his throat
  • “Sae … young …” you whispered, the metallic taste of blood grazing your taste. and then you slowly tilted your head just enough to see him, his face now wet with tears
  • his golden orbs flicked towards you and you can see resentment and anger deep within them
  • you tried to crack a smile and whispered, albeit a hoarse voice, the words, “At least … you’re going to be free now. Y - you’re going to be okay.”
  • “No! No, who said I’m going to be okay with you like this?! You idiot! Who told you to fix my mess, huh?” he exclaimed, the flood of his tears never stopping
  • you smiled softly towards him and whispered, “I - I just wanted you to be free. And you are … from now … on … okay …?”
  • and with a last, small cough of blood
  • you saw darkness
  • “You idiot! You … idiot …” his voice broke down as he fell on his knees, his body now shaking from the uncontrollable tears flowing from his eyes, “Why did you do this? It should be me! It should be me … I should be dead!”
  • how badly he wanted for this to just be a bad dream - for him to wake up from this nightmare and to be greeted by your smiling face
  • his desperate self was praying and hoping for all of this to just be a prank - that the heavens must have only been playing a joke on him
  • he waited for your eyes to flutter open and then laugh at him at how ugly he possibly looked at this moment
  • but it never came - your eyes never opened again
  • you’re the only good thing in his life
  • how can you leave him?
  • every single day he pushed you away came back to him like a curse, all the moments he wasted not being able to tell you how much he loves you, how much he cares for you and how much he wishes for you to stay with him forever came rushing back
  • he circled his arms around your body, pulling you close, wanting to never let go
  • and in that brief moment of silence, he was able to know who is responsible for this
  • and came to a resolve he should have done a long time ago:
  • get revenge even if it means he’ll lose his life in the process
  • after all, what is his life’s purpose if you’re not included in it anymore? he’ll follow you soon so you won’t be alone.
Touch Starved III

So this was supposed to be fluffy. But then Morality ended up having a lot of emotions, and all, it didn’t stay that way. Sorry guys. Also my inspiration while writing this was “Sleepsong” by Secret Garden

Part I Part II Part IV

As Anxiety shuffled into the dining room the next morning, he kept his eyes downcast and his shoulders hunched. A large part of him was hissing in the back of mind to flee, to hide away in his room. But he’d promised Prince he’d come out today. He’d also promised himself to try and let the others get this whole touch thing out of their system.

Also he hadn’t had the chance to eat last night after dropping the plate, so he was really freaking hungry. Truthfully that had been the only thing that had allowed him to work up the willpower to come down.

Still keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, he slunk over to his seat, flopping down in it with a huff. Once sitting, he allowed his eyes to flick upwards. Logic was sitting across from him with a newspaper. Seeing Anxiety looking at him, he raised his cup in greeting.

“Salutations, Anxiety,” he said. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Sure,” Anxiety said flatly. “Whatever.”

Thankfully before Logic had a chance to reply and make the situation even more awkward, Morality swooped in with a plate covered in bacon.

“Good morning!” he sang out. “I made toast, bacon, eggs and sausages!”

“Do you have jam for the toast?” Prince asked, entering the room.

Morality hummed. “I’m not sure,” he said, “You can go check the cupboards though.”

Prince nodded and ducked into the kitchen. Logic had turned his attention more fully to his paper, which meant that the only person left for Morality to focus on was…

“Anxiety!” Morality beamed at him. “I’m glad you came down. Make sure to take as much food as you like, kiddo. And if you want something else, just ask, ok?”

Anxiety shifted uncomfortably. See all this fussing and special treatment was what he was trying to avoid.

“This is fine,” he muttered, reaching out to grab a slice of toast. He shoved it in his mouths without even bothering to butter it, too determined to have an excuse not to talk.

Morality wasn’t deterred though. He kept chattering on. “Well I’m glad! I’m really happy you cam down today, I was starting to get a bit worried. So do you have any plans for today?”

Anxiety squinted at Morality. Where was this going?

“No,” he eventually said slowly. “Not really.”

“Do you want to rematch the Lego Batman movie with me then?” Morality asked bouncing up and down in his seat. “Logic isn’t interested, and Roman said he was going to be busy coming up with video ideas today.”

Anxiety almost said no. But then he remembered his stupid promise.

“Yeah, sure I guess,” he mumbled. Just let them get it out of their system, he reminded himself. Then it will go back to normal. You’ll be left alone again.

“Yay!” Morality clapped his hands together. “I have to take care a few things first, but want to meet up in the common room after lunch.”

“Sounds great,” Anxiety replied, moodily poking at his bacon. At least he’d have time to mentally prepare himself.

After lunch, (they typically were on their own for lunch, with breakfast and dinner begin the designated “family” times), Anxiety made his way into the common room. Morality was already there, sitting on the couch, remote in hand.

“Hey, Anxiety,” he waved. “I’ve got the movie all set up, so just come sit down.”

Normally, Anxiety would have gone to one of the armchairs to sit. But this time he sat down right next to Morality, feeling their legs brush together. Morality looked a bit startled, but thankfully didn’t comment.

“I love this movie so much,” he chattered, “It’s just so cute!”

“It’s ok,” Anxiety said flatly. He did actually like the movie. Somehow it had ended up being more true to the comics than most movie portrayals of Batman were. That didn’t mean he had to be enthusiastic though. He’d already shown up, Morality wasn’t getting much more out of him.

Not fifteen minutes into the movie, Anxiety could feel Morality begin to fidget. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other side. He looked weirdly nervous.

After a few more minutes, Anxiety felt Morality shift again. His arm, which had previously been at his side, now stretched up and over, until it rested on the back of the couch. It wasn’t really touching Anxiety, but he was aware of its proximity, just a hair’s breadth away from being around his shoulders.

He could feel himself tense a little, but forced himself to relax. It was fine. It made Morality happy. He could deal with it.

As the movie went on, Anxiety found himself focusing less and less on Morality’s nearness to him. Mostly because he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He hadn’t really slept much the night before. Sure, he’d tried, but he’d just ended up tossing and turning all night, his mind refusing to shut up.

And, well, sitting on the couch, the noise from the TV a comforting drone, who could blame him for struggling to stay awake. Soon, it became too much effort all together, and his exhaustion dragged him under.

There was some kind of noise above him. Still not opening his eyes, Anxiety tried to figure out where he was. He was lying on something warm, and moving?

As the fog in his mind lifted a little, he abruptly realized that at some point while he was sleeping he had leaned against Morality, and he was now partially lying on his chest, and Morality’s arm was now really wrapped around him. And that noise? That was Morality talking.

“You know I remember, when you first appeared in the mindscape,” Morality was saying softly. “You were so small, I just wanted to wrap you up in a blanket. But then you didn’t seem to want any of us near you, so I thought that maybe it was better to keep my distance. To let you make the first move.”

Morality took in a long shaky breath. He sounded as though he was on the verge of tears. Anxiety didn’t move. He wasn’t sure what to do. Morality clearly thought he was still asleep, and he wasn’t sure what the other would do if he realized Anxiety was awake. So he just stayed frozen, keeping careful control of his breathing.

“That was a mistake,” Morality whispered, his tone full of guilt and pain. “I should have known better. I should have made sure you knew you could reach out. Instead I just left you alone, for years. That’s not how a father should act.”

He paused again, sniffing softly. Was he actually crying now?

“And now,” he said sadly, “you’re too scared to even let us help you. You flinch every time we come near you, and you look so confused every time we so much as pat you on the back, like you can’t understand what or why we’re doing that.”

Anxiety felt the hand on his back rise to run its fingers through his hair.

“The only reason you’ve let me this close is because you’re asleep,” Morality continued, “And when you wake up, it’ll just be like before, you’’ll keep looking at us like you expect us to hurt you. And I hate that.”

Morality was definitely crying now.

“I hate that we did hurt you,” he sobbed. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to be safe. I wanted you to know that we would look out for you, no matter what. But we didn’t, and I know we’re trying to fix it, but I’m scared that maybe we were too late. God, I hope we weren’t too late.”

Despite the warm arms now clinging desperately to him, Anxiety felt cold. He’d known this hadn’t been a joke, Prince had made it pretty clear that they were serious about this. But this was way more than he had expected. Helpless in the face of what he was now realizing was more than just simple pity, he stayed silent and still.

Morality’s words weren’t intelligible anymore. He only let out sob-filled mumbles, as he pressed his face into Anxiety’s hair. Eventually, the sobbing trailed off.

“I love you, kiddo,” he whispered. “I hope you’ll figure that out someday. We all love you. You’re family, you’ll always be our family.”

Morality sighed, sounding weary.

“I should probably get you back to your room before you wake up,” he said. “I don’t- you’ll be happier if you wake up there.”

With that, Anxiety felt himself being gently lifted upwards, cradled in Morality’s arms. The other side began to walk, carrying him towards his room. The entire time, Anxiety kept his eyes shut.

After a brief fumble with the door, Morality let himself in, and Anxiety felt himself being placed on the bed. A hand brushed his bangs back, and a pair of lips gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Sleep well, Anxiety,” Morality murmured. “I hope your dreams are happy. I hope they’re kinder to you than we’ve been.”

Anxiety heard him walk away, the door shutting behind him. Once he was sure Morality was gone, he sat up.

He stared at the now closed door in dismay. This-this wasn’t something he could just indulge for a few days and make it go away. They were- this wasn’t something small

What am I going to do? he thought. I didn’t- I never wanted Morality to cry because of me. But how do I handle this?

He pulled his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapping around them. He was Anxiety, he was supposed to be alone. But apparently the others had decided that wasn’t true.

Part of him wanted to say that it was all a lie, that if they were telling the truth, it would never have been like this in the first place. But a greater part of him knew that there was no dismissing what he had just heard. For better or for worse, the others were serious.

Which meant he was going to have to find a way to deal with it. Anxiety let himself think about what it was like being curled up in Morality’s arms. It-it hadn’t been terrible. It had been awkward, sure, especially since he’d had no idea what to do.

But, at the same time, when he had first been waking up, before he’d realized what Morality was saying, it had actually felt kind of nice.

Hesitantly, Anxiety tried to imagine what it would be like for the others to touch him, what it might be like to hug them. It was… a weird thought. Not bad necessarily, but it also felt kind of overwhelming.

Although, hadn’t Logic said that they’d work up to that? That they weren’t going to try and hug Anxiety right now because they knew it would be too much?

Anxiety chewed on his lower lip. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad? True, he still thought he would be fine without all this fuss and touchy-feely stuff. But, the others cared. And as much as he hated to admit it, knowing that actually made Anxiety feel good. He’d always just figured they’d hated him. After all, why wouldn’t they?

But if they didn’t hate him, and if this whole thing was more than just pity, if it was them maybe trying to show they cared. Then maybe, just maybe, he could let them in.

Anxiety really hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be a mistake. If it was, he knew he’d never get over it.