when i saw it it was too late and i'm too lazy to do it again

poetry — p.p.

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summary: “i find a solace in the words i write.” in which she writes to alleviate the chaos of her emotions. (requested)

tags: @theclonewarss @peacefulmusician @grant-valdes-holland @sunrisehunny @spideyboys @lil-spidey @peterletmebeanavengerparker @captainswriting @quacksoff @nyx-nymphette @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @ladysnowren @spideyyparker @rooyeun

For as long as she could remember, (Name) loved to write. She assumes her passion blossomed from her love of reading. Words provided a safe haven for her, a place of escape and refuge. And now, she found that solace in the poetry she created with the ink from her pen.

She was never found without her journal full of the poetry she could never express verbally. At any free moment, she was hunched over and scribbling away as ideas upon ideas flooded through her brain.

“Whatcha writing?” came the voice of her best friend, and clichély known crush, Peter Parker. Her eyes slightly grew in size and she slammed her journal shut. She lifted her head to make eye contact with Peter who gave her a quizzical stare.

“It’s nothing,” she promised. He playfully rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, (Nickname), we share everything. Let me read whatever you were writ-”

“No!” she nearly yelled, cutting him off mid-sentence. Peter flinched back a tad at her sudden outburst. A slow trickle of guilt swam in her veins.

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s not finished,” she half-lied. It was true that a small percentage of the poems she wrote weren’t finished. Yet they were too personal to share out loud—even with your best friend. The words she wrote gave her comfort to the feelings she repressed deep inside; the feelings she was sure Peter would never come close to understanding.

“Okay..? Well, whatever it is you have in there, I’d love to read it someday. You’re an excellent write, (Name),” his compliment set a fire to her body. A soft pink bloomed on her cheeks and she bit her lip to hold back a smile.

“Thank you, Peter,” she replied and he gave her a bright grin in return. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a quick side hug.

“Anything for you.”

Her day passed by in a haze. Her emotions felt like they were on a rollercoaster today and she had written more than normal. The cool metal of her locker momentarily soothed the pounding headache she had as her head pressed against her closed locker door.

“Are you okay?” she heard Peter ask. Her head lifted slightly to look at him before she nodded.

“Yeah, just a headache,” she mumbled. Today hadn’t been the best day and she knew Peter could sense it, but he didn’t press the idea.

“Am I still coming over today?” he hesitantly asked and she pulled her head off her locker, nodding.

“Of course, you still have to help me study for that chemistry test next week,” she teased. She moved to leave the school and make the trek back to her apartment building. As they walked the streets of Queens, her body slightly tensed as she felt Peter’s hand brush against hers. A wild flush of red appeared on both of their cheekbones when Peter boldly encapsulated her hand with his.

She tried not to think too much of it. Best friends held hands all the time, right? Right? They didn’t let go of each other’s hands until they reached her front door, so she could grab her key. Upon unlocking the door, she entered her small apartment, tossing said keys onto the counter and kicking her shoes off by the couch.

Peter also pulled his shoes off, setting them next to hers and followed her into her bedroom. (Name) dumped her backpack by the foot of her bed and flipped on top of it. Peter laughed at her actions, plopping down in her desk chair.

“I don’t wanna study,” she whined into her mattress. Peter laughed again.

“C’mon, the sooner we get done, the sooner we can watch a movie,” he reasoned. She let out a huff and pushed into a sitting position. Her hands grabbed her bag, pulling the books she needed—journal included—out of it.

After a few hours of Peter helping her understand certain terms and explaining different theories, she closed her textbook. She sat it down by her journal and stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

“I’m gonna go get some water and snacks. You want anything?” she asked, moving towards the door. Peter shrugged, a slight smile on his face.

“Just a water, please,” he asked and she nodded, leaving the room. As soon as she left, his eyes darted towards her journal filled with her untold secrets. Peter’s eyes cautiously stared at the door frame as he clasped the journal in his fingers.

It sat on his lap for what felt like hours when it was only a few seconds. He knew he shouldn’t invade her privacy like this, but his curiosity got the best of him. He opened the poem to the middle and his eyes trailed along the intricately written poems.

His heart twisted with sadness as he read the way his best friend expressed her emotions. The poems expressed her thoughts on her unrequited feelings, her anxiety and so much more. He didn’t even realize she had entered the room until it was too late.

“Here’s your wat-” her words cut off as she looked at the object in Peter’s hands. She thought she put that away. “Where did you get that?”

Guilt corroded his veins as his mouth flopped open and closed. “I, uh, I, um just saw it sitting there on the bed and my, uh, curiosity killed me. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

He was a stuttering, flustered mess. They stood there for a moment in silence as she mulled over his words.

“(Name), what do you mean by these? Is there something going on?” he tentatively questioned. She sighed, dropping her arms that were crossed down to her sides. She plopped onto her bed and could feel the unwelcome tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

“I just,” she sighed, letting out a deep breath. Peter moved to sit next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She suddenly felt a tidal wave of emotions crash over her head. Before she could stop them, one two three tears slid down the apples of her cheeks, and dripped from her chin onto her jeans. All the emotions she had been suppressing were now on the front lines and she couldn’t stop them.

Peter pulled her into his chest, calmly stroking her hair and whispering soothing words of comfort into her ear. When she calmed down enough, she sat up, rubbing at her eyes. She let out a shaky laugh and made eye contact with Peter.

“Sorry, it’s just, I feel a lot of emotions, a lot of the time. Writing is the only thing that calms me. I find a solace in the words I write,” she explained and Peter gave a reassuring smile.

“I just have a quick question,” her eyebrows furrowed. “Were those unrequited feelings ones about…me?”

She bit her lip and shyly looked down at her carpet. A deep rouge peppered her cheeks and she hesitantly nodded. Her head lifted to his, but she continued to avoid eye contact with him.

“I, um, yes, they are. I’m sorry if you don’t understand it but I-” a warmth spread from the top of her head down to her fingertips and toes. Peter’s lips moved in a lazy fashion against hers and she slightly pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. When Peter pulled back, her eyelids fluttered, her brain clouded in a daze.

His forehead pressed against hers and she bit her lip, a smile still managing to peek through. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his lips concealing any response from her once more, letting all the poetry she needed to speak flow through their actions in that small moment.

storiesbehindyoureyes  asked:

36. and 43. for Dialogue prompts, with Drake x MC, pretty please? 💕

Thanks for the prompt @storiesbehindyoureyes

ANGST WARNING: This is a sorta-AU set during the last chapter. I’ve seen a lot of fics with Liam being incredibly gracious when he finds out about Drake and MC (I’ve written them myself), but he’s only human and I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him. Honestly, I’m slightly terrified for the next chapters. 

36 - “Tell me I’m wrong.”

43 - “Are you drunk?”

Special thanks to @blazerina for encouraging me to get this finished! :)

Originally posted by bymikeshaw

Late at night, the grounds of House Beaumont are quiet and dark. Liam takes advantage of the peace to walk through the vineyards alone with his thoughts. He can scarcely believe that soon he’s going to have to choose a bride, a wife…a queen. His thoughts drift from suitor to suitor but always return to Louisa. Is she up to the challenge of being queen? He believes she can do anything, but he’s acutely aware of the trials this life brings. Leo’s mother abandoned her husband and child, breaking under the pressure. Does he have any right to ask Louisa to take on a life like this? Can he choose someone he loves but who is inexperienced and potentially unprepared for the duties of the crown? Or should he choose someone more “appropriate” who understands this world, but will only ever be a partner and never truly someone he loves?

Liam sighs as the answers to his questions escape him. He keeps walking the grounds, lost in his thoughts. It’s only as he approaches the house that the sound of hushed voices interrupts his reverie.

“We can’t meet like this again. I have to tell him.”

Drake? Liam steps quietly toward the open window that his friend’s voice drifts out from.

“I know.”

Liam starts as he recognizes Louisa’s voice. A sinking feeling begins tugging at his heart. He leans over slightly and peeks in the window and through the sheer curtains that are waving gently in the cool breeze, he sees them.

Drake and Louisa are lying on the bed together. They’re fully clothed but that doesn’t diminish the intimacy between them. Drake holds Louise close to his side. One of his hands absently runs through her hair while the other hand rests on her waist, his thumb making lazy circles on the strip of exposed skin at the bottom edge of her t-shirt. Their legs are tangled together and Louisa’s fingers drift over Drake’s chest and neck, as though she can’t stop touching him.

Liam rears backward, their betrayal hitting him like a freight train. No.

“I want you, Louisa.” Drake’s words are dagger in Liam’s heart, but still he can’t seem to look away.

“I think…I think I’m falling in love with you” Drake continues in a soft voice, his grip on Louisa’s waist tightening as he pulls her even closer, “and I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened tonight, but we have to tell Liam before anything else happens.”

“You’re right,” Louisa sighs, “You’re right and I think I’m falling for you too, Drake.” She looks up at him with such incredibly affection that Liam has to bite his lip from crying out. Neither Drake nor Louisa move from their lover’s embrace and after a moment Louisa’s hand comes up and she runs a finger along Drake’s lower lip. Liam watches as Drake bites her finger gently before ducking his head and capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.

Liam stumbles away from the window. No. No. God, no. How can they do this? He wanders into the house, not really seeing where’s he’s going. He ends up in the Beaumont library. Numb as he is, his mind remembers this place and where Bertrand keeps the good whiskey.

Not even bothering to turn on the light, Liam cross the moonlit room and pulls a bottle out of the globe-shaped bar cart. He pours himself a finger of whiskey with a shaking hand. He swallows it down in one go and pours another. Even as he slings it back, he’s sure not even the strongest drink in the world will be able to erase the image of Louisa wrapped around Drake and kissing him with such love and tenderness or the sound of Drake telling Louisa he’s falling in love with her. How could they?

Ditching the glass, Liam takes the whiskey bottle by the neck and stumbles over to a chair in a darkened corner of the library. He feels sick, his stomach churning like a stormy sea. His best friend and the girl he loves. How could they? The thought reverberates in his mind again and again. Taking a swig from the bottle, Liam suddenly hears someone whistling softly from outside the library doors. The tune is an old jazz standard and the lyrics swirl through Liam’s mind as the whistling gets closer.

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

A moment later, Drake appears in the doorway. In the dim light, Liam can make out a contented smile on his (former?) best friend’s face. The happiness radiating from Drake changes the sick feeling in Liam’s stomach into a ball of burning anger. He watches as Drake, still whistling, searches through the bottles. He’s happy. He and Louisa have ruined my life and he’s happy.

“You’re too late,” Liam says bitterly, swigging once again from the bottle.

Drake jumps, startled, “Jesus, Liam! What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”

“Drinking to forget something that cannot be forgotten.”

“Oh, god. Are you drunk, Liam?” Drake asks, stepping closer to him. “You always get weirdly poetic when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Not yet. But my god, I wish I was,” Liam seethes. 

Drake squints at him in the dark, “What’s going on, Liam?”

“You and Louisa,” Liam accuses, his voice low and angry.

“What?” Drake’s eyes widen. “What about me and Louisa?”

“What do you think, Drake? I saw you. I saw the two of you…together.” That sick feeling is back and Liam swallows hard against the bile rising in his throat.

“I…I don’t…” Drake hedges, avoiding Liam’s gaze.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Please, tell me I’m wrong,” Liam begs, desperate for Drake to tell him that this all some sort of nightmare. 

“Liam…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Drake murmurs, guilt and pain written across his face. Liam’s eyes slide shut. The whiskey in his stomach threatens to come back up. How could they? 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Liam.” 

Liam opens his eyes to see Drake standing before him. He looks utterly broken, staring at the floor, a glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. But suddenly, Liam feels no compassion for the man before him, the man he once considered a brother. A cold feeling steals over Liam’s heart as he comes to his feet unsteadily.

“I need you to leave, Drake.”

Drake’s eyes fly up to meet Liam’s. “Liam, no. Please don’t.”

“I need you to leave. You and Louisa both. I can’t handle this right now. I have a decision to make and your betrayal…” he lets the word linger between them, watches Drake flinch visibly at it, “has made my life infinitely more difficult.”

“Liam, we didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me? You did. Your intentions are irrelevant. I may be able to forgive you…one day, but right now you need to go.”

Liam steps around Drake and walks out the door wondering where he’s supposed to go from here.

I really don’t want Lena to turn evil and I know they keep teasing about it to have us worried and guessing so we will keep watching and it probably won’t even happen but still, it’s getting old. Can’t they write another storyline for her that they can tease about? That’s the only thing they said about Lena last season and now this season too? She has lots of more interesting traits than just being a Luthor. 

I know Katie said she would like her to have the potential to be evil, and I know she would do an amazing job at playing evil Lena so if it does happen she will be great but that’s still bad writing at this point. That’s not who Lena is, it’s too late for that. And the reasons why I don’t want her to become evil has nothing to do with shipping, like a lot of people seem to believe. I don’t even think turning her evil would make supercorp shippers stop shipping them.

But they have established that Lex and Clark were best friends until Lex turned evil, it happened, in this universe. The story would be literally repeating and that would be stupid. When it’s happened in other shows or movies or whatever with Lex is “unexpected” for the characters because nobody saw it coming, but if it happens with Lena it would be them telling the exact same story. Lena acting exactly like her brother and Kara like her cousin, them just being shadows. That’s stupid and lazy. 

Also, Lena has mentioned several times now how she doesn’t want to be like them, how she’s terrified of it. They have showed us how hard she’s been fighting to make a name for herself, all of this for what? So she loses at the end? So her worst fears become a reality and she loses her fight because it’s in her genes? What would be the message they would be sending with that?

 And no only that but she would literally lose everything in-universe. People are still wary of her, after everything she’s done to prove them wrong. If she does the minimal thing to prove that “they’re right” no one would ever trust her or her company again. Who would trust in the Luthor hospital or L-Corp when the only Luthor left, the one who sworn to be different was just like them afterall? Even if they redeemed her after, it wouldn’t be the same anymore.

That would be another awful thing to see to be honest. Since her introduction Kara has been the only person who has trust her. Clark, Winn, James, J’onn and a lot of other characters have told her that they shouldn’t trust her, that she’s Luthor, which means she’s doomed. And Kara has always keep fighting them. For what? So at the end all these characters can tell her “See? We were right. We told you so! You shouldn’t have trusted her.” Even Lillian would rejoice that she was right all along. 

And like some people have pointed out, why hasn’t this happened with other characters? Lena’s not the only who comes from a family of “evil people”. Winn’s father was the Toy Man, let’s not even star with Mon-el’s entire planet. And M’gann as a white martian? Even Kara’s parents did afwul things. But once all these characters proved that they were not like their families that was it. All the characters on the show stopped doubting them. It’s never brought up, so why is it different with Lena? 

I know the Luthor name is really big in the supergirl/superman universe and it’s often associated with villains but if they wanted her to be like every other Luthor then they shouldn’t have worked an entire season building her character to be the complete opposite of her family, to the point were there’s no way her turning evil would make sense. 

All I’m saying is turning her evil after everything that’s happened would send an awful message and would destroy her character. It’s great if they make her morally grey but I hope they don’t ruin the character that they’ve established for the sake of a stupid “plot twist”. Not even a redemption arc could fix the damage her character would suffer if they take that path. Besides, as much as I like Morgana, I don’t want a Morgana 2.0. Katie is too talented to keep playing the same character and they can be more original than that. 

Silly Stuff #3

This is a stupid idea I got a long time ago, and I had actually started it and never finished it. It wasn’t missing so much so I decided to write the end this morning! Just some useless fluffy Kustard in Waterfall.

“That’s nice. It’s been so long since we could have a little time together.”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry ‘bout that. Boss is insufferable these last days, I really can’t miss one fucking day of work.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. Things are pretty tensed at Underfell right now. The only thing that annoys me is that I’m worried something might happen to you. All. The. Freaking. Time.”

“I’m here now, so let’s just enjoy, right?”

Sans nodded with a smile and pressed his teeth against his lover’s. The two skeletons indeed weren’t able to see each other very much for the last weeks. When Red has come to Sans saying he managed to demand two days off to his brother, the smaller skeleton has jumped on the occasion and prepared the perfect date. It was actually nothing much; no fancy dinner or whatever. It just reunited all the little things they loved to do together. And it worked; their evening has been absolutely delicious.

They were now in Waterfall, late in the night, pressed against each other in a hug and looking at the ceiling, admiring the false stars. None of them really wanted to go home. The instant seemed ephemeral and yet so perfect, they didn’t want to break it.

“Do you think we’ll be able to see real stars someday?” Red whispered.

“I hope so. But I don’t really care: I see stars every time I’m with you.”

“You’re so cheesy!” The skeleton laughed.

Sans didn’t argue with that and rolled over his lover, prodding a blue tongue to his teeth. Red gladly joined the kiss which quickly deepened into something more romantic. Red and blue light started to shine through their pants.

And suddenly Sans stopped it all, turning his head towards the water. Red barely heard a weak splash, too focused on his boyfriend.

“Hey, what is it?” He protested.

“I swear to the stars, Red, there was a fish spying on us. They disappeared as soon as I turned my head! I saw them!”

“Who cares? It’s just a fish. Come on and kiss me or else I’ll tell my brother that you don’t take well care of me.”

“Really? Are you blackmailing me so that I have sex with you?”

“Yes! Unless you’re too shy to have sex in front of a fish?” Red dared him.

Sans laughed and leaned down on Red, kissing him again. He tried to ignore the disturbing sensation of being spyed on. It was actually kind of a turn on, he realized. Plus Red was right. It was just a fish.

As soon as Sans had stopped watching the water, said fish had returned to the surface, observing the skeletons, the tip of their antenna lighting on and off non-stop with excitement. Attracted by the light, a tiny purple dragon and a cute chicken had joined the scene, hidden between echo flowers. The three of them happily watched the skeletons make love and disappeared slowly only after the two lovers fell asleep, cuddled against each other in their secret place in Waterfall.

@lazy-safetastic-13, what are you doing?! So yeah, originally the idea was just you spying on a romantic Kustard date in Waterfall (because fish, water, water, fish, I am so smart sometimes), and then I figured, might as well add @amynastre and @iason29-kingdomtale xD Sorry @silverryu25, I didn’t know what your sona is, but we can fairly assume that you were in the echo flowers bush next to Iason and Amy!

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Can I request a scenario in which our little green bean Midoriya takes his crush out on a successful movie date, walks them home, and then kisses them. Like his reaction when he finally sits down on his bed and realizes what just happened? If that's too specific I'm sorry! Thank you <3

(Don’t be sorry; it’s perfect! I love how you called Midoriya ‘little green bean’! He is Best Broccoli Boi ^^ Sorry for not focusing too much on his reaction…)

It was the opening day for the All Might movie, and Midoriya couldn’t wait to see it. His heart thumped with excitement, and he was ready to analyze all of the scenes and each moment and every single word of the movie.

Happily, he smiled at his crush. “Are you ready to see the movie? I can’t wait! I heard that All Might might drop by the theaters to give out movie merchandise!” He opened the doors to the theater building, barely containing his euphoria.

They looked back at him, an equally excited smile smearing their face. “I’m ready!”

The building was crowded. Midoriya’s eyes widened; he expected a lot of people, but wow. There were adults, teenagers, and children flooding the place, and lines of people in front of the ticket booths. Midoriya was relieved that he and his crush had pre-ordered tickets.

When they entered their designated theater room, Midoriya was beaming. He couldn’t believe this was happening- he was on a date with his lover, and they’d be watching a new movie about his favorite hero!

They walked, side by side, looking for seats. The perfect seats, Midoriya knew, were smack dab in the middle of the theater. He practically skipped with joy and easily reclined in his seat. His crush did the same.

Midoriya looked around him. The room was quite full, and he blushed when he saw a teenage couple next to him making out. Swiftly, he averted his eyes. His crush must have seen the two kissing; they started to get red, too. Midoriya and his crush sat besides each other, awkwardly and somewhat stiffly. He bit his lip nervously, hoping the tension would dissipate.

It was then when the theater screen widened, the theater lights dimmed, and the speakers boomed with All Might’s clear and loud voice.

Midoriya nearly died of excitement.

The movie was over, and Midoriya’s hands were on his mouth. It was perfect…everything about the movie was beyond perfect. His mind was buzzing with fan theories, whirring with the potential meaning behind the cliffhanger and the suspicious villain’s sudden disappearance.

He glanced at his crush, then inhaled. He exhaled. “CRUSH/ NAME, THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING! What do you think happened to that villain? Why was All Might not at the ending of the movie? Will there be a sequel? I need a sequel. I mean, it’d be great, right, having a sequel?” Immediately, he flushed, coming to his senses. “Ah, sorry for overwhelming you!”  

“You can fanboy as much as you want,” they responded, grinning, “because, I feel the same way! It was a terrific movie. You should tell me all of your fan theories on the way home!”

The two were in a bit of a debate as they exited the theater. Although Midoriya was disappointed that All Might was not giving out movie merchandise at this particular theater, he was happy to engage in a conversation with his crush.

“Eh, you really think so?” his crush inquired, skeptical. “I think the movie makers left it as a cliffhanger because they were too lazy to wrap things up.”

“No, no…They couldn’t have been lazy! There’s got to be a sequel. The new movie would have the villain, but stronger. Yet despite their new strength, All Might would crush them!” Midoriya protested.

They were nearing his crush’s home. Feeling a little put down because he wouldn’t be able to spend more time with them, Midoriya pouted a little. “Eh, time to go, now?”

They looked equally upset about leaving. “Time to leave, already? Well…this date was really fun. If there ever is a sequel, we’ll have to watch it together. You’re such a cute nerd, sometimes.”

Brightening, and trying to ignore his blush, Midoriya smiled. “We’ll have to go out again, then! And, uh…heh…you’re a cute nerd, too.”

A moment of silence passed between the two, and tentatively, MIdoriya scooped up his crush’s hands in his. His crush’s cheeks were a soft pink-red, and they reminded him of strawberries. He resisted the temptation to laugh. Smiling, Midoriya leaned in closer and then brought his hands up to caress their cheeks.

His lips parted slowly, brushing the top of his crush’s mouth.

Shock registered on their face, and they hesitantly closed their eyes and embraced Midoriya. He, content, also hugged his s/o back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of this kiss.

The kiss was their first one ever, and it was short yet sweet. When Midoriya opened his eyes, he was startled to see his crush’s face– a deep crimson color.

“Mi-midoriya!” they whispered, shocked. “You…you…”

What? He blinked, trying to register what they were saying. Nothing was…he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, right? “Uh, bye, crush/name!” he called out, breaking into a full sprint, running to his house.

He opened the door and burst into his room, collapsing onto his bed. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, right? He took his crush to the movies. They enjoyed the movies. He walked them home. Yeah, everything was fine. He laughed to himself softly, and he sat upright with crossed legs. Everything worked out beautifully…nothing went wrong…Then…what about…the KISS…

No way. Realization seeped into Midoriya’s veins, and he gasped. He made the first move. He kissed them. He KISSED HIS CRUSH!!! Cheeks turning a crisp tomato red, Midoriya screamed in horror. Was that some dream?

He put his hands to his face and groaned. “No way! No way!” Mortified, he cried out, “Ehhhh, did I really do that?!”

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new and I've never asked anything so I'm Sorry if I'm doing this wrong (you can totally delete that, don't worry :) Could you write about the blue haired boy and "How come I always end up calling you when I can't fall asleep?" Thank you, I love your blog!

Thank youuuu! I’m so happy that you do :) 

A sudden loud and very annoying noise echoes throughout your room jolting you out of your peaceful sleep. You just finished a 14 hour shift and finally got to sleep for two hours. Your eyes are red and they sting slightly. They’re heavy and they don’t want to comply with your will to keep them open. Your phone rings repeatedly, as you struggle to snap out of your sleepy state enough to reach over to your nightstand and see who’s calling. When you finally do, you see that it’s Stuart facetiming you,  and you muster a lazy smile, always happy and willing to talk to him no matter what time of night.

When you pick up the phone, you see him through your screen. He’s leaning against his headboard not wearing a shirt,  he has dark circles under both large black eyes, making them look even bigger than they are. He looks exhausted though. His blue hair is a mess and he’s paler than usual.  Nevertheless, Stuart gives you a genuine smile, happy that you picked up the phone.

You greet him with a groggy “Hello?”

“Ah shit, I caught ya sleepin again, yeah?” He begins to say before offering to hang up and let you sleep.

“Yeah, no it’s totally fine, Stu. What’s up? How was your day?” You ask, genuinely interested. You loved talking to your best friend, your partner in crime.. You’ve missed him lately, not being able to see him because of your job and his schedule with him either touring or being locked up in the studio by Murdoc, practicing with the band.

So you two begin exchanging stories about your day. His day didn’t go very well. He’s been attacked by horrible migraines throughout the day while he was expected to practice with the band. He tried to push through it but he blacked out because of the pain while the band played Kids With Guns. You complained to him about your rude customers, venting about how terrible it is working in a restaurant, even if you are the manager of the establishment. You two cracked jokes to make fun of your customers and Murdoc to lift your spirits up. You for the most part enjoy insulting the pickle-man for giving the person you love so much trouble while he was in pain, and he loved insulting the rude customers that gave you a hard time.

After coming down from both of your giggle fits, you sigh,  “I missed you, D.”  

“I miss you too, love. More than you could imagine. It’s been so…hectic around here, wiv the new album comin out and all. I just hope my head gets better before we start touring… “

“How are the new pills working out for you?”

“Not very well considering I had ta call you…Couldn’t fall asleep.” he chuckles,

“So this time you called me because your pills weren’t working? Last week it was because you were freaking out over the fact that eels didn’t have arms…” You laughed. ( SO I SAW A MEME AND THIS IS BASED OFF THE MEME AND I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE) 

“I… dunno actually… There’s just something about you, love… . How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?” He smiles.

You don’t know why, but this sent a sharp pang of electricity through your stomach. It was a good pang, a nice feeling. You try to cover up the fact that you’re blushing but he notices and giggles.

“You know I love you right?” He proclaims shyly while also turning slightly red. 

This is the first time he’s ever actually said it, both of you being in different beds, him wearing nothing but pajama pants and you with tangled hair and eye crusties. Regardless of the situation, it was the most romantic thing that’s ever really happened to you. Someone who doesn’t get to see you every day, someone who genuinely enjoys talking to you, someone who you’ve considered your best friend and your lover for a while, proclaimed their love for you at 2 AM through facetime. And you couldn’t be happier.

“I love you too, Stu.”

shiranuigenma  asked:

ohhh babe you asked for it XD KakaYama - Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Fourth Shinobi War. :D

Well. This isn’t short. I guess I really can’t skim over things and keep it succinct, huh?

KakaYama - angst & emotional hurt/comfort & post-fourth shinobi war

Time takes on a horrific quality after the war, the moments collapsing in on themselves and stretching out forever, rushing by quicker that Kakashi can blink and oozing past him with sapping viscosity. The past and present and future are all cast together in a nauseating, twisting mobius strip, and Kakashi doesn’t have the strength to escape it. He’s not entirely sure what the point would be.

But despite that he continues to struggle through each day, drawing air into his aching chest and pushing his weary limbs to move. He acts as he needs to, remembering and seeing in some moments that there can be a brighter future - one that will come too late for him, for Obito, for Rin, for Minato and Kushina, and for countless others, but might still make a difference to the younger generations.

The grey will fade eventually, he tells himself. Even if the weariness and pain never lifts from his shoulders, it will from others.

Throughout it all, he wonders where Tenzou is.

Kakashi wasn’t allowed to see him at the hospital, and even through his pain and grief he can tell he’s being avoided.  He saw Tenzou at the mass funeral – a broken, shattered man bereft of anything to mark him as living save his heavy movements and the quick, unsteady rise and fall of his chest – and hasn’t seen him since. Tenzou hadn’t once looked up at him, either. The moment Kakashi had the opportunity to approach him, Tenzou was gone.

And Tenzou doesn’t want to be found.

The effort to rebuild is starting, but Tenzou is carefully absent. Kakashi catches a trace of his scent now and then, lingering on the breeze, but there’s nothing more tangible than that. Unlike last time, Tenzou doesn’t come forward to help. People are noticing his absence, and wondering if he fell too.

Kakashi knows better, though. He understands some of the guilt, some of the feelings of intense, crippling unworthiness, that Tenzou is suffering. It makes him all the more desperate to reach out and to hold onto one of the most important things he has left.

So he goes to find him. And it’s not hard. Tenzou isn’t trying. He’s just existing. If it weren’t for his mokuton, Kakashi is sure he’d have found a near skeleton of a man. As it is, he finds a miserable figure hunched over the edge of a steep riverbank, unseeing eyes staring down at the lazy stream. It breaks his heart to see Tenzou’s spirit so destroyed, and he hesitates for the briefest of moments, before wordlessly taking a seat next to him. His hand carefully reaches out across the distance, and he finds that Tenzou doesn’t pull away. Tenzou doesn’t even react. He allows Kakashi to take his hand, doing nothing in return.

Kakashi knows he should probably start with sympathetic words, or even an ‘I missed you’, but he finds himself talking about the past instead: about his father, about Team Minato, Obito and Rin who he loved so much and their deaths, his first few years in ANBU, meeting Kinoe, starting to turn away from the darkness that had almost consumed him, Team 7… And then the descent straight back into hell during the war. The guilt that still cuts at him with every breath he takes, every action he makes.

He doesn’t mean to say so much, and yet it all tumbles out in an increasingly jumbled mess, until his words are choking him and tugging tears from him. Part of it is relief, he realises, because he’s never said this to anyone. He’d never felt like he could before.

And then Tenzou’s hand twitches in his own, flickering into life and saving Kakashi’s. Fingers slide tentatively between his, waxy skin a little warmer, a little closer to what Kakashi remembers Tenzou’s touch to be.

They spend the night there, in the open. Tenzou doesn’t say anything. He only moves to curl against Kakashi’s chest, painstakingly uncertain even once he’s firmly held there, welcomed and cherished.

In the morning Tenzou finally speaks. He says he doesn’t want to go back. He can’t face it. Kakashi says he’ll stay with him there forever then.

At last, Kakashi tells him he’s wanted, and that he missed him. He admits he can’t face the thought of losing Tenzou too. Tenzou is sceptical, especially after all he’s done. He can’t face using his wood style again. He can’t face the village.

Kakashi listens through all the fear and the panic, through the tears and the bouts of listlessness. He reassures where he can, argues where he feels he needs to, and reminds Tenzou over and over that he is a good person, and that he is loved and admired. He is wanted. He can come home.

His words don’t seem to get through. He feels like he’s failed when Tenzou, tears completely shed even though he still hiccups with sobs, pushes his arms away and wriggled out from his grasp.

But when Tenzou stands and turns back to him, holding a heavy hand out in offering, Kakashi accepts it. He can tell – he can see and he can feel – that there is a long way to go still, but, together, they take the first step in the right direction.


So this is based of the drabble game I posted! I’m so sorry it’s late, nonnie! 

*as an aside, I’d like to apologize because my forgetful ass didn’t see the other fucking letter. Forgive me; I’m feeling salty at myself for this.

48A - “I don’t give a shit! I don’t give a fuck!” 15B - In bed 18D - Sweater

Originally posted by fy-woojiho

“Jiho-yah. I swear if you move one more time…”

You’d been trying to sleep for the past few minutes. Try being the key word. Usually Zico was the first to fall prey to the sandman, but apparently, not tonight. Not the night your exhausted body needed it most. At the sound of your groggy threat you felt his movements still behind you.

Until they started up again.


You turned in the bed to look at him. Your eyes open and heavy with an illusion of sleep. Zico looked up at you innocently, his eyes wide and hands clutching at the duvet at his hips.


“What’s the problem?”

For a split second, you thought he wasn’t going to respond when his fingers pulled lightly on his sweater that you’d worn to bed.

“You’re wearing a sweater. You know the rule: no clothes in bed.”

You let out a tired sigh as you fell back against your pillow. Your hands running over your face and into your hair; tired eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m too tired to take it off, Jiho.”

It was almost like you could hear the pout before you saw it. His lips soon disappearing in a thin line while his eyes sent pleading messages you couldn’t hear.

“You know I can’t sleep if either of us is wearing anything in bed.”

“That’s because you never tried. Plus, I always thought you’d made that rule up just so you could see me naked.”

“It worked.”

A lazy chuckle sat heavy in your chest while your hands rubbed over your eyes again. The exhaustion you’d been fighting weighing down your bones until you were positive it had you sinking into the mattress.

“Please, just go to sleep.”

You turned to face away from him, hoping it was enough of a signal that you meant business. He didn’t say anything else, and a part of you wondered if he’d eventually fallen asleep. The answer coming moments later as his long legs started thrashing around under the blankets; tugging the duvet off of your shoulders. The mattress  dipping and bouncing with each new position he tried.

You swore your eye was twitching.

When you were about ready to kick him off the bed completely, he stopped. There was no more rustling of sheets. No movements that left you bouncing in place. Nothing.

You let out a silent, “Thank you,” as you relaxed into the warmth of the sheets. Only to have it interrupted once more with the feeling of him tugging on the edges of the sweater.

“Please,” he whispered, “Please take it off.”

You screamed into the pillow; seconds later bolting up to sit.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t give a fuck! Take it off, you damn child!”

You held your arms up over your head, wiggling your fingers while you waited for him to do as you’d instructed. Zico knew you weren’t really mad at him, just grouchy. 

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

He jumped up, arms doing a giddy dance of victory, just before his hands took hold of the hem of the sweater. It was up and over your head in seconds. His warm body replacing the now missing fabric, as he moved you to rest your head against his chest.

Your cheek resting against his chest, his nose burying deep against the strands of your hair. He pulled you tighter to him and you couldn’t deny this was much better than your earlier position.

“Brat,” you mumbled into tattooed skin.

“I love you too,” was his reply; voice already heavy with sleep.

Originally posted by relationshipaims

I just saw @galentines post about it being her birthday in an hour and a half (less than that now!) and I wrote a quick birthday drabble.

Welcome to your late twenties, Caity! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! <3

Agghhhh, it’s @kickassleslie‘s birthday too! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I hope you both have a great year ahead!

Keep reading


The next ADHD/squirrel joke I hear, I’m going to punch the person who said it right in the face. Same for “Oooooh shiny” or the “counting sheep/old McDonald” jokes. Stop it. You’re not funny. You’re not cute and quirky. You’re a jerk who makes people with ADHD feel like a joke. I’m very sure that what YOU suffer from is merely simple distractions. Everyone’s mind wanders from time to time that’s okay. It’s not “your ADHD kicking in” or whatever you want to call it. You don’t have “ADHD moments” You don’t have ADHD at all. So you wouldn’t know what it is. Well, here is what it’s ACTUALLY like.

ADHD can’t be turned off. ADHD doesn’t kick in. You can’t pick and choose.

ADHD is laying out everything you need for school the next day: Backpack, books, all clothes—right down to earrings and underwear, folders, pens, paper, pencils, laptop, everything, and forgetting to bring your house key with you.

ADHD is like sitting in class, listening to your professor speak about the French Revolution and suddenly finding yourself out in the hallway. You don’t know how you got there. You don’t remember getting up from your seat. No one saw you get up or leave, But when you notice you’re in the hallway, you rush back to your seat—again, no one noticed you left, no one noticed you came back in. You frantically look down at your notes. The last thing written was “French Fisherman’s Wives” but now the professor is talking about Kings. How did he get there? What happened in between? You don’t know, You were in the hallway, so you keep writing where you left off. Maybe you can ask your friends for the notes just ONE more time. Maybe they won’t roll their eyes at you and tell you to pay attention. You hope so. Without realizing it, while worrying about what your friends will say about your notes, you’ve stepped into the hallway again. You run back to your seat and stare straight ahead, watching the professor intently. Maybe by looking at him, you can listen better. He’s talking about that castle getting torn down by hand. You glance at your hands, thinking about how difficult it would be to tear down a stone castle. Did they use shovels or picks? Your nails aren’t nearly strong enough to tear through rock. They always bend backward on things when they’re too long. Actually. You need to cut them. Do that when you get home. Your nail clippers are…. Where? Uhm. You had them last a few days ago in your room. But then you cleaned. Were they in the bathroom? By the sink? You hear people get up around you. Class is over. You look down at your notes:

—French Fisherman’s Wives

– stormed castle
—King of France during ______A.D

—Castle torn down by villagers by hand (YIKES!)

An hour and a half’s worth of notes. This happens every day.

ADHD is having post-it notes EVERYWHERE in your house for quick note taking. ADHD is writing a post-it note reminding yourself to check your post-it notes.

ADHD is writing the most extensive, detailed, and organized list anyone has ever seen, just for waking up in the morning and starting your day.

ADHD is constantly hearing people tell you “just do it,” “Don’t be distracted,” “Just sit down and do your homework,” “You can’t keep ‘forgetting’ things,” “'Forgetting’ isn’t and excuse for not doing something,” and “I’m NOT telling you again.”

ADHD is having to ask “What?” after almost everything people say because you were wondering exactly how the locking mechanism on a car door works, or what words you can make out of the word 'Hyperbole.’

ADHD is going home after school and crying because your friend refused to give you the notes for history class.

ADHD is stressing because your Professor only extended the deadline by two days and told you that if you didn’t have it turned in by then you’d get a 0.

ADHD is looking helplessly at your notes, needed for the project, and realizing you have NO material to work with.

ADHD is seeing posts about “I have ADH- OOOH LOOK A SQUIRREL!” from your closest friends and family and realizing you problems are nothing but a joke to them.

ADHD is wishing desperately that you were “normal” and trying to fit in as much as possible.

Some days ADHD is feeling incredible and accomplished because you remembered to get the clothes out of the dryer while they were still warm.

ADHD is feeling terrible because you left your clothes in the washer too long and now they stink.

Some days ADHD is movement. You don’t care what kind. Bouncing, running, cleaning, writing, fiddling, twiddling, or squishing something, but you MUST do something. And not moving? You feel sick. You feel SO compelled to move. If you could just run around the building once, and yell loudly—you could focus. The urge would go away. You wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable and you could figure out x^2+ 2. But right now, YOU. MUST. MOVE. YOU. MUST. MOVE. But you’re not allowed. So you shift. You cross your legs, you wiggle your foot. You click your pen. Those are acceptable right? That’s more normal than yelling and running right? No. The person next to you is glaring. You stop clicking your pen. What else? What else? You bounce your foot. You like the little metallic noise the bar makes when your toe hits it. Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink. There. Better than yelling. But the clinking isn’t as quiet as you thought. Your neighbor glares. “CAN YOU STOP?!” She almost yells, annoyed. You want to tell her no. You can’t, actually. But you make yourself stop. You look at the board. X^2+2 has been erased. Solved ten minutes ago. You look at your paper. Maybe it’s in the back of the book. You look at the page and problem number. It’s an even numbered problem. The answer isn’t there. You spend the rest of the class trying to find a problem similar so you can solve for that stupid 24th letter.

These are only some of the things people with ADHD experience. What these people need is support. Not cheap shots taken at their expense. Not glares and eye rolls when they forgot something. They need encouragement. They need friends to help remind them of things. They need family members who encourage them praise them for accomplishments and offer gentle reminders. ADHD is real and needs to be treated as a disorder, not a joke. People with ADHD aren’t stupid or lazy. Most of us are highly intelligent. We don’t LIKE being late. We don’t ENJOY having to constantly ask people to repeat themselves. And by being made to feel bad about things, we stop asking for help and struggle all alone.

【Hanako Vol. 1101】BTS group interview trans

Q: ‘I NEED U (Japanese ver.)’ is a song that expresses how a young boy is suffering at the end of love. How does it feel to sing this song?

SUGA: The lyrics is pretty much the same with the Korean ver., so it was easy to sing and the recording went well too, it ended quite quick (laughs).

RAP MONSTER: Our song ‘DOPE (Japanese ver.)’, in the original version, ‘dope’ appeared a lot and in Japanese, it became ‘超やべー!’. Surprisingly, there are many words that is it similar with the Korean, such as the ‘3포시대’ and ’悟り世代’, so the rap was easy.

JIN: The wonderful part about ‘I NEED U’ is that it’s an emotional performance, but the world portrayed in the Korean ver.’s MV, it’s a distorted view of the world.

V: When I’m performing and singing, I have to recall the world view in the MV. I will also do the same when I perform in Japan (full of emotions), please anticipate our expression of feelings.

Q: The song’s theme is about ‘youth’, when have you felt ‘youth’ recently?

V: Because of the schedules, we had to go bungee jumping and that’s when I felt ‘youth’ in ages!

JUNGKOOK: It was at night when I jumped. It was completely dark (laughs), so I couldn’t see the scenery. It was such a shame~

SUGA: I still can jump at this age but I don’t think it’s possible when I get older (laughs).

RAP MONSTER: Yeah, I was thinking ‘I can fly too’ as I jumped. But to be honest, I don’t want to do it again (laughs). 

JIN: I went skateboarding with Jimin along the Han River, that’s when I felt ‘youth’. And we saw the sunrise, the sun was rising right?

JIMIN: It was a moment where I felt “ah youth~”. But I think when Hobi hyung gives me a massage, it somehow makes me feel ‘youth’… (laughs) Just a minute ago, during the break, he gave me a massage and every time, it makes me feel so touched.  

J-HOPE: Oh, really. I see~! (he says as he pretends to give Jimin a massage) 

Q: To the member next to you, when have you felt ‘I NEED U’?

JIMIN: There are many times when Suga hyung wasn’t on the stage with us, when he’s absent, it feels that there’s a hole on the stage. And in my mind, there’s a voice keeps saying “oh how I wish Suga hyung was here”.

SUGA: Ah, thank you! Jin hyung is my roommate in the dormitory. Instead of saying I need him, he makes me feel at ease when he’s around. He doesn’t need to do anything, just being there makes me feel at ease. When we have overseas schedules, we stay in the same room too, it’s quiet and it makes me feel calm.

JIN: Because the other members are too noisy (laughs). I think I need Rap Monster when we have to make comments on shows, he has been doing a great job (he thinks through thoroughly) so I think he’s outstanding. Instead of saying when I need the leader, he is someone that I need whenever and wherever. 

RAP MONSTER: I’m so happy (looks proud). Jungkook is my roommate, I need him when I’m sleeping at night. The door is always open so the mosquitos would come in, so before I go to sleep, I’d shout: “Jungkookie~ Door!!!”

JUNGKOOK: Then I say: “ok~” as I go close the door. This is maknae’s job (laughs). I need Hobi hyung when I’m bored. In the dormitory, I’m always mucking around and play games with Hobi hyung, Jiminie hyung and V hyung. Even when Hobi hyung is there for a bit, it’s always fun.

J-HOPE: (laughs) As for me, when I’m bored or sitting quietly in the room by myself, I would think “I wish V was here”. Because we are roommates so we talk a lot.

V: And we listen to music and play games together. I need Jimin when I’m standing on the stage. Because he’s the brightest on the stage!!

JIMIN: Yeah~! (stands up and gives each other a high five)

V: I need him at other times too but on stage, he’s more important than anything!!

Q: The theme of this special ed. issue is about buying (food) ingredients, so when it’s your birthday, how do you celebrate? Do you eat delicious foods? 

JIMIN: Well, we eat whatever the member wants to eat on his birthday.

RAP MONSTER: Because there are 7 members, so it always feels like it’s who’s birthday. The fans also wish us happy birthday, apart from sending us food, saying “I wish you a happy birthday” is enough (laughs).

JUNGKOOK: (sparkling eyes) My birthday is in September, I received duck meat from the hyungs as a gift. Exclusive duck meat? No, it wasn’t. Even though it’s not expensive, it’s very delicious (laughs). Duck meat has always been my favorite, but lately I’m really into eating lamb skewers.

J-HOPE: Nowadays, Jungkook, Suga hyung and I really love the Chinese-style lamb skewers.

SUGA: Speaking of lamb skewers, I know about it very well~ For those who can’t eat lamb meat, I suggest you guys try Teriyaki lamb skewer.

JUNGKOOK: When I’m eating with the hyungs, they always pay for it.

J-HOPE: Sometimes we pay separately~ But making the dongsaeng pay doesn’t seem right, so Jungkook is always happy~ happy~ (laughs)!

Chinese trans by: 我是一只鸡米妮

Cutest Shit a Male from each Sign had ever done for Me
  • Aries: He ain't a crush of mine but he had a crush on me, and he's the school's unstoppable valedictorian. I don't study, yep, I know, not very Capricornish, but this Aries guy is such a fucking amazing friend that he never ever fails to help me in my cramming. If I don't understand no shit at classes, he's never ever that person who'd tell me to ask someone else for free lessons. He'd always write down notes and equations as simplified as he can. Tbh, I would have never graduated high school if it wasn't for his huge ass help.
  • Taurus: I had a long-standing crush on this guy back at high school. So one break time, I asked if he can treat and run me water cos I was feeling lazy to go out of the room. Then he said no give me money to buy a bottle, so I went back to the room to rob anyone some coins then when I went back to the door, he's gone. So I asked another guy to buy me water and he said okay cool. Then after some while, boy #2 got my water and he gave it to me, with Taurus boy behind him holding a bottle of water. I saw 'wtf' on his face and I told him "NO NO GIVE ME THAT WATER I WILL DRINK AND EMPTY IT FIRST IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WONT BUY ME WATER".
  • Gemini: I've an on-and-off crush with this guy, only met him online and we've never seen each other yet. But, some years ago (I screen capped and still treasure this shit cos it's too good), he sent me a late night message telling me how he's appreciative of knowing me. And that I should know that even if he's a total wreck, he'd always listen to me if I need someone to rant to, and he still cares a lot about me and he doesn't wanna lose me and i should take care more of myself.
  • Cancer: We're not close but he's a friend of mine, he's the director of my dance cover group. One night we all had a sleep over with booze and all and he's the first one to crack open. He did a long speech, and parts of his presidential two hour speech are about how I'm a dangerous coral reef that no one should ever cross with because it's gonna be bloody, but on the other hand, I also have a brilliant smile, something like that.
  • Leo: Oh my goodness yesss this guy, younger than me, friend of a friend. Almost all of his friends knew that he has a massive crush on me and I also knew that. My last prom was coming near and after school he walked towards me with a tray of cupcakes with letters on top, so if you put them all together, the cupcake said "Will you be my prom date?" and I jump and said fuck yeah, anyone who's brave enough to ask me for the prom with food will get my yes. Wanna know what happened? First dance of prom didn't happen as the students hoped for but I immediately grabbed him out of his chair and danced with him.
  • Virgo: HAHAHAHA THIS FUCKER okay so around my first week at my new high school (I arrived like third quarter, I know, weird but uninhibited yass), I was walking on a path walk when him and his best friend came up to me with him holding a struggling dragonfly right in front of my face and I was like df are you doing? Then he said you're not afraid of dragonflies? I said nope. He got puzzled lol ahahaha and then after that incident, he started casually calling me Snow White because of my hair and my pale face.
  • Libra: Aw shucks, Librans are the nicest people this known fact makes me cry every time. Anyway. There's this guy, past schoolmate, his house is near the train station near the school. When me and my siblings had to start using public transportation, he'd always offer to tag along with him and basically my other male friends as we all walk to the metro (and him to his house) cos there were so many nasty minded men along that area. I have a younger sister and she really likes this Libran guy. He's also very soft spoken.
  • Scorpio: I have so many fucking broken tales about me falling for Scorpio ALL THE FUCKING TIME. But lemme tell you my fave one: This guy, song of a family friend, I had so much feelings for him and his mom was really rooting for me to be with her Scorpio son even if her son already has a girlfriend. So Anyway, he's generally a nice guy. He made my heart crazy for lots of things. But there was one time that he was at our apartment and we invited him for a game of scrabble but he looked at me saying he doesn't wanna play with me because he knows that I'm a writer and will try getting an English major and that he'll just lose, so he won't play with me. Too bad I never really stood a chance with this guy ayayayay.
  • Sagittarius: OMG OFMG THIS HAS TO ME MY CURRENT FAVE so I've met this guy through an app again (21st century romance man) then we both know we like each other but it was so fucking hard for me because he's Korean with no English and I'm still trying to improve my Korean so anyway, we got to the point where I ask about his height, he said he's 180 or 180+. Then he asked me about mine. I said idk i haven't checked in a long while but i'm small and petite, around 155 cm. And then he went on saying "What? Are you a fairy?" and Ifs2g I broke even with my cheeks so red and my limbs all flailing around like that is the best way to subtly insult slash tease a girl about her lack in height.
  • Capricorn: HAHAHAHAHA okay so I went on two dates with this guy cos I had a delusional crush on him and them after a prom, he started developing a crush on my as well. Basically, things didn't end up so well, but lemme tell you this: he is one very supportive guy. He did lots of cute things like 1. that merge camping at our school (he was my senior) when he made me sushi (but it didn't end up to me cos of misunderstanding) or 2. when he tried learning this Korean song that I like with his guitar. But I guess, the cutest thing he've done was he gathered his friends in a train station to witness him asking me to be his girlfriend. Curious what happened next? I didn't show up.
  • Aquarius: I noticed that the Aquarians I know are not afraid of gore and blood and horror and everything between these things. There's this one guy that I had a short mutual crush with, younger than me, and every time that I can't finish reading web horror mangas, I'd always ask him to finish the manga for me and tell me what happen next so at least I sort of finish the story as well. I always start reading scary shit, already knowing I can't do scary shit, then I run to him on pm for help lol. We'd always talk after midnight with all these scary topics but in the end, I was the sissy chicken.
  • Pisces: My previous and only ex is a Pisces. And in the span of time we were together, he did make a handful of cute shit. But what always come to my mind whenever I think of any good things we had was that, even if we literally live on both ends of the land, he will always travel back and forth just to go to my city. He would always do everything to go and spend as much time as he can with me. He always ended up using so much money to use a taxi to get home cos he'd always miss the train. It's really cute of him that he really showed how much he loved my company that much.<p/></p>
Lucaya One Shot

“Conjugate the verb ‘to be’”

“What does that even mean?” Maya groaned, letting her head fall into her hands against the library table.

Lucas rolled his eyes and tried to take a deep breath to compose himself before responding. “Être, Maya.”

She picked her head up and looked tiredly at the boy who was trying so hard to help her pass this French midterm. “Lucas, it’s almost two in the morning and we have been trying this for hours now and we haven’t gotten anywhere. I’m going to fail and I’m ready to except that, can we just give up already?”

“No,” he shook his head and spoke sternly. “You asked me to help you study so that you could get a passing grade and that is what I am going to do. Now drink some more red bull and conjugate the verb.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she took a giant slug of her fourth energy drink of the night. He watched her as she stared at the flash card he held up to her and squinted, as if the closer she looked the easier it may be to remember. She finally threw her pen down in frustration and covered her face with her hands.

“I can’t remember any of this! I’ve been taking this class for months now and I still can’t even remember the easiest verb, this is pathetic!”

Lucas put the flash card down on the table and took a sip of his own energy drink that may have had a bit more than just red bull in it. “Vous en pensez trop durement,” he mumbled to himself more so than her.

“I know!” She groaned, looking at him again. “There is just too much to remember!”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “Maya, you understood me.”

She looked back at him confused, clearly not picking up on what had just happened. “Yeah?”

His green eyes lit up with a hope that had left him hours earlier and he threw the flash cards to the floor. “Vous comprenez mieux quand je vous parle!”

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, joining in his excitement. “I guess I do! Say something else!”

“Cela aurait été une nuit beaucoup plus courte si nous l'avions découvert plus bientôt,” Lucas mumbled again. “Pouvez-vous me répondre?”

She stared at him for a minute in deep thought as she tried to form a sentence. “Je suppose que je n'apprends pas juste conventionnellement.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she realized he understood her.

“This is amazing,” he beamed at her. “I knew you payed attention in class!”

She blushed a bit, but scoffed to cover it up. “More like I used to watch old French movies with my mom. I guess I picked up a few words here and there over time.”

His green eyes beamed at her and he shook his head adamantly. “You can’t tell me you picked up ‘a few words’ Maya. I knew you had it in you.”

It was then that she noticed the little bit of extra color to his cheeks and how he looked into her eyes a bit longer than usual. “Did you spike your drink Huckleberry?” She asked more amused than anything.

He smirked lazily at her and shrugged. “I had to prepare for a long night, can you blame me?”

She couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head at him. “No, I guess I can’t. Now come on! Talk more French to me!”

He glanced at the clock behind her blonde head and noticed that it was almost 2:30 in the morning and the campus library would be closing soon. “Why don’t we take it back to your dorm. I don’t want to deal with campus security kicking us out.”

Maya nodded and gathered her books while he cleaned up their mess of snacks and empty cans that they had created. They continued studying in Maya’s shared dorm with Riley (that girl could sleep through a damn parade) until some time around dawn when Lucas’ eyelids began to drop.

“You’re not giving up on me yet, cowboy are you?” The blonde teased with way too much energy for it to be so early, or should he say late.

“Mm sleepy,” he slurred in a mixture of intoxication and lack of sleep.

“Sleep is for the weak,” she chuckled right before Riley let out a loud snore from across the room, causing both of them to go into a fit of laughter. “Thanks for helping me, Lucas.”

He opened his eyes completely and smiled at her, crossing his arms behind his neck to lean on. “Hey, I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.”

Even in the dim light of the sunrise and through his buzzed state he could see her cheeks flush as she glanced back down to her notes. “I know. It means a lot.” He closed his eyes, a wide smile on his face and sleep consumed his overtired body a lot quicker than he would like to admit.
It had felt like only a matter of minutes before he was woken up to the sound of a cheery Maya and a bouncing bed beneath him.

“I think I did it!” She squealed above him. “I understood most of it Lucas! I think I passed!”

He opened his heavy eyelids and let a lazy smile take over his face. He was a bit confused as to why he had woken up in Maya’s bed with her straddling his waist until he remember last night’s cram session. Riley was gone to her English midterm and Maya must have just finished her’s. “That’s amazing,” his raspy morning voice croaked out. “I knew you could do it.”

Her face was lit up brighter than the sun that was desperately trying to make it’s way through the blinds and her eyes were scrunched up in the way that only happened when she was truly happy. “I couldn’t have done it with out you,” she beamed. Before he had a chance to realize what was happening, she had grabbed his face and planted a big, wet kiss on his forehead. She pulled away still smiling until she saw the look of shock on his face and realized what she had done. Her face fell rather quickly and her mouth formed an “o” shape. She began trying to back away to make her way off of him, but he gripped her hips and held her still before she could. He pulled her down against his chest and held her tightly against him.

“I knew you could do it,” he whispered in her ear. He felt her relax in his arms and held her tighter until she returned the gesture. And even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was blushing when he said “Je croyais toujours en vous.”

queenpigeon  asked:

Yahaba smiles and its one of those smiles that send shivers down Kyoutani's spine, because when Yahaba smiles like that...he knows he has fucked up.

“So, darling, how has your day been, hm?”

“Uh… I’m fine, thank you for asking?”

Kyoutani knew instantly that that was the inaccurate answer when Yahaba’s grin widened, displaying his pearly whites. The smile that he used whenever he attended formal events to meet with clients, or when he was angry but didn’t want to show it. It was the exact same smile he used when he was trying to hide what he felt.

Like he was right now.

The food before him became less appetising; he neither wanted to eat nor look at it more than he had to, so he settled with glancing tentatively at Yahaba through his overgrown bangs. Looking at Yahaba didn’t help him, rather, it aggravated the situation. Despite being together for five years now, as long as Yahaba wished to, Kyoutani won’t be able to tell his true feelings behind that picture-perfect smile. Trying to decipher the real emotions behind that facade only makes Yahaba angrier, since Kyoutani was relying on him instead of himself to figure out his own mistake.

But Kyoutani didn’t know what he did wrong, couldn’t figure out what he did to make his boyfriend this irritated, so he chewed the tasteless food in his mouth silently. The nervousness made his hand shake, caused him to break out in cold sweat, his palms sticky and cold. He was pretty sure he prepared everything carefully, had ensured that Yahaba won’t be able to notice any difference from any other day.


A sigh escaped Yahaba’s lips, the corner of his lips turning down in exasperation. It’s not that he expected anything today; their five years together made this date seem rather insignificant compared to the time they had spent together, but so many people remembered, have given him each a rose as presents, yet he couldn’t even get the most important person of his life to say the words he wanted to hear the most. Being depressed is understandable. He wanted to mope, to pout, to complain, to force Kyoutani to say the words he wanted to hear, but he knew that it was pointless if it was said sincerely, so he didn’t. Instead, he ate in silence, and tried his best to enjoy what is left of his favourite food.

They eventually finished their food, stepping out of the restaurant into the cold breeze of the night to go about their journey home. The air is chilly; with winter just ending it was neither too cold for winter coats, nor hot enough to do without. Yahaba regretted his stupidity of ignoring the weatherman’s advise this morning to bring his coat out, shivering instinctively when a biting cold wind blew past.

He was silly for not taking his coat, a dimwit for expecting more from just a simple night out with his boyfriend, stupid for thinking, hoping, that he would remember what today was, an idiot, a fool, a moron-

“You’re cold.” Just two word, not louder than a whisper by his ears. A ghost of a touch on his shoulder, then a warm blanket draped on his shoulder. It wasn’t a blanket, he soon realised, but rather Kyoutani’s coat, still snug from the previous wearer’s body heat. A scarf followed shortly, Kyoutani gingerly — as if handling something fragile — wrapped it around Yahaba’s neck, not too tight that could restrict his breathing, but enough to ensure that he was protected from the cold. He blinked, then smiled as he admired his work. The small rare smile that Yahaba wished he saw more often. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared, Kyoutani turning away to hide his face with his hair, stuffing his hand deep into his pocket, from the cold or from embarrassment, Yahaba couldn’t tell.

He buried his face into the scarf, sniffing discreetly (or at least he hoped it was discreet) at the sweet smell that overwhelmed his senses. He wanted to thank Kyoutani for the coat and the scarf, to give him a hug and tiny kisses on his nose to express his gratitude, but call him childish or immature, he didn’t want to forgive him just yet.

Maybe he’ll want till tomorrow for that.

They walked on silently, just the two of them, side by side, close but not touching, shuffling past one streetlamp after another, both staring at their own feet. Finally, Kyoutani couldn’t stand the quietness any longer.



Kyoutani stopped walking, looking up from his feet at the man beside him. Yahaba took a few more steps, pausing when he realised he couldn’t see the other pair of feet beside his own.

“Shigeru,” Kyoutani repeated, closing the gap between them till he could rest his forehead on the other man’s when he tilted his head down to look straight into the hazel brown orbs before him. “I have something to tell you.”

With Kyoutani this close for the first time today, Yahaba felt a little overwhelmed, and barely managed an uncommitted grunt in reply. Under the dim light from the streetlamp, the eyes that he grew to love were a beautiful shade of golden, shining slightly from reflecting the light around, matching the blonde hair almost covering them.

Over the years, Kyoutani had grew a little taller, just enough to be taller than the brunette, and he used that to his advantage, leaning closer, letting their nose brush against each other, moved even closer, their lips just a bare centimetre apart, and stopped.

“Happy birthday, princess.” A murmur just before his lips.

He remembered.

Yahaba didn’t expect Kyoutani to remember, after going through the whole day without a word about it from him, but he definitely wasn’t expecting what came next.

Kyoutani pulled back without kissing him, sliding his hands down from his arm to hold both his hands, then dropped down on one knee in front of him.

“I don’t remember the first time I met you, or if I ever introduced myself properly when we met, but I remember the first time you slammed me against the wall, knocked sense into me like I was an immature child. You reminded me what it was like to have someone to rely on, to count on, then continued on to be the person I rely on the most. You are the one who broke into my heart, mess up my mind, make me feel all confused inside. And yet, I can’t think of any of my future without you in it.”

He closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. When he opened them again, his eyes held the most sincerity and vulnerability Yahaba had ever seen. The hands that held his were trembling, gripping his fingers tightly. One of his hand squeezed, the other hand letting go to take out a small box from his pocket. A resounding click opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring.

“Shigeru, will you marry me?”

In a split second Kyoutani was pulled up onto his feet, Yahaba locking him in a bone-crushing hug, crying “yes yes yes” over and over again beside his ears. He couldn’t believe it. Kyoutani didn’t forget his birthday, he wanted a future with them together, he wanted to marry him.

At last, he pulled back, hand cupping Kyoutani’s face, the other combing through his blonde hair affectionately.

“Please, please marry me Kentarou.”

When Kyoutani pulled Yahaba forward to him it is with a hand on his back and another on his neck, a searing kiss with a touch of their lips, their whereabouts long forgotten. All that mattered were the warm lips engulfing each other, tongue in a war dance fighting for dominance.

Warm, passionate, and in love.

For Kyouhaba Week Day 5 Domestic/Date

Date: the day of the year (Yahaba’s birthday), and a date: going out together for dinner. ;)))) 

ps. The roses from his colleagues/friends were actually all from Kyoutani ;)))

(Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i’ll write the next five <or more> )

Do I Have a Choice?

Request: can you do one where alex gaskarth is dared to ask out y/n and she finds out about it so a week later at jacks party they play seven minutes in heaven and it lands on y/n when alex spins it so they end up together and its all fluffy :) oh and btw love the blog and in the imagine can they be in their senior year of high school


“Okay, truth or dare?” Jack asked me, sitting on the ground of my room next to Rian and Zack

“Dare…” I answered confident

“I dare you to ask Y/N out” Jack smirked at me “And make she fall in love with you…”

“Gosh… Who is she?” I looked at him with Zack and Rian

“Y/N’s in my geography class…She’s very smart and stuff…” He said “I think she’s in your math class, Rian…Not sure”

“Y/N…Y/N…Oh I know her! She helped me once…” He said like he had discovered the gunpowder

“Okay… Just hope she’s not ugly…” I looked down and sighed

“No… If I know the Y/N you’re talking about, she’s kind of normal…Like she dress simple… wear glasses… She’s not popular, but she have her own group of friends and none of them seems to care about it…” Zack said thoughtful “She’s indifferent”

“Yeah, but I heard she dated an older guy… like… for awhile…I don’t think it’s gonna be easy to overcome it…” Jack completed

“Okay…I can always try…” I said thinking in a way to do it

“Okay…So tomorrow you start…” Rian said and swirled the bottle

“Zack, truth or dare?” He asked


I entered at school and saw a sleeping Jack under a tree next to Rian listen to music and Zack running with the homework he didn’t do.

“Morning…” I said and they not even looked at me “MORNING!”

“What?!” Jack woke up freaked

“Good morning…” I repeat with a smile and and he gave me a finger

“Oh… Just remembered something… Something called Y/N” Rian took off his headphones

“Oh yeah!” Jack got up and placed his arms around my shoulders

“Okay…Show me who is she…” I said looking around

“Huh…She’s…right there!” Zack pointed to a group “The one in the middle”

She was exactally what they said…normal… She was wearing a white V neck shirt and skinny black jeans; I noticed she wasn’t wearing make up and nor glasses.

“Okay… But later…She’s as awaked as Jack was when I got here…” I said rubbing my neck

“Darling, I’m like a ninja…"He started "You think I was sleeping but I was ready to attack!”

He made some fake ninja movements and hit my head

“Less, Jack… Just less…” Rian got up “Now lets go…I can’t be late again”


It was lunch time and I found myself looking for Y/N around the refectory… Suddenly I looked at a table close at the window. It was a nice place to sit, the view is great and people are calmer there. Good place for do the late homework of the class after lunch time.

She was sitting in a chair with her head resting on her fried shoulder. I walked over there and stood next to the table, when finnaly a guy looked at me.

“Can I help you?” He asked, she didn’t even look up, just kept facing the terrible food of the school

“Huh…Yeah…Y/N?” I faced her and she looked at me slowly “Can we talk?”

“Is it important?” She asked indifferent “I mean…Important enough to make me stand up?”

“Maybe…” I giggled at her laziness “I promisse I won’t take your sleeping time…”

“Okay…” She smiled softly and got up

We walked out of the room and sat in a stair close to there

“So…Y/N…I’ll be quick…Would you like to go out with me?” I said it as fast as I could, without look at her

“Huh…Okay…” She looked a little in doubt

“Okay…I’ll pick you at your house at seven…can you give me your phone?” I ran with my words again

“Sure…” She catch her phone “Give me yours and I’ll send you a message with my adress”

“Okay” I gave my phone to her and then a awkward silence started

“Okay…bye..” She said and got up, leaving me there


“How was it? Did she freaked?” Jack asked with excitement

“No… She looked really in doubt if it was a good idea…” I answered an sat there

“Okay…” Rian started “What are you planning?”


Y/N’s POV:

That was so strange that I suspected, but anyway, It was 6pm , so I started to get ready.

He didn’t tell me what were his plans so I picked up a short black dress with long sleeves and a V neck that made my boobs look bigger and a pair of heels. Entering in a shower after.


I was already a quarter to seven and I was standing in front of my closet wondering if it was better to use the black or the red lingerie. He probably wouldn’t see it, but anyway, I didn’t know.

My phone rand and it was a mensage from him

‘I’m in my way’ I read

“Oh god…” I whispered to myself

Runing into my closet, I picked up my black lingerie, got dressed and did my make up as fast as the light.

I heard the door bell rand and looked at the window of my room. He was standing there waiting someone to open the door.

I ran down stairs, adjusted my hairs one last time and opened to him.


I got dressed with a shirt and jeans and drove myself to her house. I wasn’t excited or anything. She was not the kind of girl you count the seconds to see. She was just an ordinary girl.

I parked my car and got out of it, walking to her door.

Taking a deep breath I rang the door bell and waited some minutes to her to answer it, but when she did I got shocked. She was perfect. Her half wet hairs were falling onto her shoulders and she looked incredible with makeup. Y/N was wearing a not too short, but not too long black dress which had a cleavage that make her boobs look so big and touchable.

“Hi” She said shyly

“H-Hi…” I said still gaping “Are…Are you ready?”

“Just wait a second, I forgot my bag upstairs…” She said

“I’ll wait here…” I said

I herd she ran upstairs and then downstairs talking with her mother or someone and reappear in front of me.

“Okay…Lets go?” She closed the door behind her


I passed all the way trying to look at her. She was so pretty.

I saw Y/N biting her bottom lip and then turning to me.

“Can I ask you something…Two things?” She asked ashamed

“Sure…” I quickly looked at her then back to the road

“I don’t know your name…And I feel bad about it beacause you know mine…” She looked down with a shy smile playing on her lips

“Alex” I giggled “I didn’t really told you…That’s okay…What else?”

“Well, where are we going?” She asjust on her seat

“A little restaurant I used to go with my parents…It’s small but I like…” I answered thinking a little

“Okay…” She looked to the road


Weeks had passed since that day and I was really close to Y/N. I knew her whole life and she knew mine. I introduced her to the boys, we started to go out together and she did the same with her friends. Everything was going right till that fucking day:

“Alex?” I was sitting on a chair on the table and Y/N was talking with her firends somewhere, when Rian called my attention

“What?” I asked, looking up

“We were talking about the dare…” Zack continued

“Dare?” I asked. To tell the truth I had forgotten but then I remembered “Oh yeah…”

“Alex, we think its better to stop…” Jack started “Y/N’s such a nice girl… Now we know…It’s not right to play with her like this… Can we just forget about it?”

“She don’t need to know…” Rian said “I mean… I’d feel much better to walk with her without this…”

“Guys…That okay…I had forgotten about it a long time ago…I’m not trying anything with her anymore…”

“So…Lets just leave it…” Zack said and the class bell rang


In the end of the day we were walking to my car and I saw Y/N on the parking lot, doing the same to hers.

“Hey! Y/N!” I yelled and ran over her

“Oh…Alex…” She rubbed her neck, looking down

“Sweetie, we’re going to my house, wanna come?” I asked holding her hand

“Sorry, Alex… I have…Huh… something to do…” She said thinking a lot, without look in my eyes

“That’s a shame… But we can have dinner or something? When you finish these things?” I said hopeful

“I don’t think so…” She said in a low voice “I have to go”

She said and entered in her car, leaving me seeing stars.


Days had passed and she wasn’t talking with me and to the guys. Y/N was running away from me all the time and she didn’t talked to Rian and Jack even during the classes they had together.

On friday after school, I knew her parents woulndn’t be home so I went there to know what was happening. Maybe she had some problem she found better not tell me and stuff.

I rang the door bell and she opened. The smile on her face disappeared when she saw me.

“Alex? What are you doing here?” She asked serious

“I wanted to talk with you…” I said still smiling a little

She said nothing so I walked past her and sat on the couch. She did the same and stared at me.

“So…” She was avoiding my eyes

“Why are you running away from me and the guys? We miss you…” I started and she looked away

“I’ve been busy…” She said simple

“Too busy to your friends?” I asked pretending to be offended

“Friends?” Y/N looked at me with eyes full of angry “What kind of friends are you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused

“I must be up in space all this time…” She got up and looked at me, now deep in my eyes “I don’t think that friends may lie to each other, the way you guys did to me…”

She walked away and I went behing her

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” I touched her back and she hit me “What the fuck, Y/N?”

“A dare! I was such a silly dare for you guys! You were playing with me all this time!” Tears rolled down her face and I realized what was happening “I bet you were all laughing at me! Weren’t you?!”

“Y/N, look…We gave up! You’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met! You’re amazing!” I said holding her arms

“No! I was fine with my friends! My real friends! I did nothing for you and you decided to mess with me!” She was yelling and my eyes got teary “Why, Alex?! Why?”

“We didn’t thought! I’m sorry Y/N! I can do anything to make up it all! I know the guys would too!” I begged

“Get out of my house, Alex” She said without look at me

“But Y/N…I- I just-” I was thinking hard in something to say

“Get out” She pointed to the door

“I can’t leave you… You need hear me!” Tears rolled down my cheeks

She just ignored me and opened the door, poiting to me to leave.


“What was so important that you couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” Jack asked sitting next to Rian in my bed

Tears started to roll down my face again and they got worried

“Alex! For gods sake, what happened?” Zack walked over me

“Y/N discovered everything! She don’t wanna talk with me and she don’t belive in anything I said! God! I fucked up!” I yelled and throwing myself into the bed

“That’s why she was avoiding us all the time?” Rian slid a hand into his hair

All I could do was cry my eyes out. She would never talk to me again. Never. I would never hear her soft voice again, never look in those sexy eyes and hug her torso to wach some movie, nothing. Only the yells of contempt in my memory.


“Alex, are you going to Alan’s party today?” Jack asked me on a friday at school

“No…I’m not in the mood…” I answered

“You’re not in the mood for anything, for long time, Alex…” Rian touched my shoulder “Life can’t stop because of her.”

“I know…” I looked at her at distance

“She’ll be there…” Zack said suggestively “A friend of mine is the cousing of the best friend of the guys who’s taking Y/N and that blond friend of hers”

“Maybe I can go with you…” I said thinking a little


The music was loud and people were very drunk when someone touched my shoulder

“Hey! Alex, we’re playing seven minutes in heaven upstairs! Wanna come?” It was a guy from my English class

“I don’t know…” I looked down and Zack came

“She’ll be there…” He whispered in my ear

“How do you know?” I asked him

“It will take much long to explain who said…” He was simple

“Okay…” I said for him and for the guy

We walked upstairs and entered in a room. Had about ten people sitting on a circle and between them Y/N, two of her friends, Jack, Rian, Zack, and lots of people I didn’t know.

“Okay, I’ll spin the bottle again!” A gril said and started “Rian!”

They got up and went to the front room. Some minutes later they came back and it was my turn. I spin the bottle praying to stop on Y/N. But it didn’t. It stopped on Y/N’s friend. Right next to her.

“She can’t go!” The guy next to Y/N said.

“Why not?” Some other girl asked

“She’s too drunk. I don’t know why is she here.” The guy said

“Yeah…” Y/N agreed “I’ll take her home…”

“Are you driving?” The guy asked her

“No. I’d take a taxi” She answered

“I can take her. It’s fine” An aleatory person got up and helped the girl out

For some reason I felt like Y/N was trying to run away.

“Spin it again Alex!” The blond said

I did as I was told and finally it stopped on Y/N. I couldn’t stop but smile. She took a long breath and I helped her up. We walked to the other room and I locked the door.

“Why do you have to lock the door?” She crossed her arms

“Because I don’t want you to run away or someone to enter here…” I smirked

I knew things were terrible for me, but only the fact of being on the same room of her, listening her voice again, made me so happy.

“I don’t want to do it.” She said simple and sat on the bed

“But you’re locked here, you have to do…” I teased

“You’re not pleased in hurt my feeling, you want to abuse me too?” She looked away from me

“I just want you to hear me…” I said with sadness in my eyes

“Do I have choice?” She said

I sat next to her and held her hands

“Y/N…I’ll tell you everything.” I made a pause “Okay…We was playing truth or dare and Jack made this dare. But It wasn’t serious, indeed, we never thought you were ugly or anything, we just chose someone…But in the moment you opened the door for me the first time I forgot everything…and all that time passed and you become my best friend… I never meant to hurt you. None of us did. And we had just decided to forget about it because we all like you and stuff… Now I miss you as hell…”

Tear started ro roll down my face again and I took awhile to reset myself.

“Alex…” She started but I cut her off

“No… You have no idea of how much I cried with the thought of never have you again… I’m broken” I took a deep breath

She said nothing, but pulled my face and planted a kiss on my lips. My heart jumped on my chest when our lips touched and I felt like everything was better in life.

Super Junior 7jib MAMACITA Thanks To
  • Leeteuk: I wanted to become happy.. I always have been looking for the key to happiness. Now, I think I have found that key to happiness. Being able to wake up in the morning, meet people I want to meet, and laugh together and cry together.... Beloved family... Beloved members.. Beloved all family members of SM.. Beloved fans... I now realized that everything I've always felt is the key to happiness. I want to feel this happiness with everyone. Thank you, and thank you again; I love you, and I love you.. I hope everyone reading this post will be full of happiness and love.. I love you..!!
  • Heechul: This is an album after 3 years for me. I want to try being a bit serious in the Thanks To this time. It's already been 10 years since we debut.
  • There probably are people who are new to loving me, but I'm sure there are fans who've been loving me for 10 years now. I think about it whenever I'm zoning out in the car, or whenever I'm going to sleep..
  • What 'fans' are..
  • I don't have much of 'fan love' (t/n in other words, fan service), I am not nice, so why do people give love to someone like me, who, in some way, is like a mean 5 years old?
  • And a thought that popped in my head was to not to look for the reason, and to express myself some too. Play (together) like we are eternal friends.
  • And that made me look hard at fans' faces like I'll put a hole on their face. Because of my prosopagnosia, my level of memory with faces are at same level as a fish but
  • I tried to memorize each and everyone but!!! as expected, I couldn't do it well kkkkkkkkkk ah sorry kkkkkkkkkkkkk I can't help this kkkkkkkkkkkkk but still, I read the letters, and try to remember their faces. Lastly, my beloved babies. Hyung will speak informally now. We will grow old someday and get married too. I hope you will come to Super Show in future with your babies. Then I would get emotional and really touched. Let's picture 'eternity' like that together, and be together for a long long time ^~^
  • I hope that you guys will meet good people (partners) and will live happily. You guys have to get married quickly so I feel less sorry when I get married too kk
  • But I have to first quit games and comic books first-ng.. Tremble tremble..
  • Anyways, I love you, my babies!!!! Ppo Ppo kiss~ ^3^
  • Kangin: I realized too late that I am thankful for just being able to be together. I think I know a bit now.. That I was a greedy man who only received. I will now be the one giving. And my beloved family members, let's live happily. I really love you. Grandmother who is watching me from heaven.. There are many promises I made with you that I couldn't keep; I'll live with them in my heart. Grandmother, do not worry about anything there and rest peacefully. And our fan ELF!! Oppas will protect you.
  • Shindong: I am now repeating the process of writing and erasing. I really don't know how to express this good feeling and thankful thoughts. Really. I will just!! Show it on the stage!! Everyone, sorry for being unable to express myself. Yes, that's true. The people that have the hardest time while producing this album are the song writer, lyrics writer, singer, producer, choreographer, manager, stylist, photographer, etc.. there are countless people but!! You guys, who anticipate and listen, have to be there (for that to happen) so, sigh.. I think I was living with a really big delusion. How to say.. 'I'm always showing you guys this really cool look of me, and the funny side of me! so you guys have to always anticipate and wait for me..' Why did I think that way... Anyways thank you. I think this is the first time I wrote my true feelings on 'Thanks To', without calculating (what to say). Sorry, and sorry again. From now on, I will only write real 'Thanks To' on 'Thanks To's... Thank you, everlasting friends~
  • Sungmin: An album to beloved ELF. Thank you for always being with me. You are my precious, everlasting, closest friend.
  • Eunhyuk: Firstly, thanks to our fans for waiting for this album for a long time. During past 2 years, I've experienced many events. I was shaken, was very exhausted, received many scars, and for the first time, I thought about giving up. I remembered the young days when I first I dreamed of becoming a singer, the days when I was a trainee, and the days since I met Super Junior. Looking back at those days, I gave compliments to myself, and reflected on a lot of things too. And I imagined a bit about the future. In the end, I gained conviction for things I wanted to do, and things I have to do, and what allowed me to have that strength were fans who always stood by my side and loved me without changing, and Super Junior members. I think it's not easy for a person to go back to 'their first mindset'. So with a new mindset, I plan to enjoy the promotions this time. I hope you continue to cheer without any reserves for the road I will take from now on. I will repay to everyone with mindset that does not change, and with changing images(appearance/side). Thank you.
  • Donghae: Dear Father/ Last time I saw you was around 2006 8/8 Tuesday 3AM, but it's already 2014 8/21 Thursday. A lot of time has passed, right? ^^ Like the time that's passed, the environment around, many people, thoughts, and appearance has changed a lot. Some changed for the better, some not. But I am always working hard so that my core that I am holding on, does not change a lot. Because you, father, are in that core too. You'd be disappointed if I changed to (not good/bad), so I am working hard to (not change) ^^ then you can compliment me when I meet you again. I'm still young, and I'm still the son that wants to receive compliments from father. But it's been a really long time since I've been unable to hear those compliments. Soon, I will perform 100th concert performance; It would have been nice if father could have watched at least one of those 100 performances. It's sad. I'm really thankful to be able to do a job that I love, be loved while doing that job, that there are people who cry, laugh, and be happy because of me-though, what am I (for them to feel that way for me)-, and that there are people who have dreams while watching me. I'm very thankful that those people exist, and I am thankful about everything, that I can feel that I am living a life that I am more thankful of. Complains, not being satisfied, being lazy... Looking back now, I can see that everything- even things that I didn't feel good about- are thankful things. What I am most thankful about is that I am your son. It's a letter to you after a long time. 2014 8/21 Thursday 7:04PM, after 2 years... Let's talk again when another album comes out in future ^^ I love you, dad.
  • Dear Mom, Hyung, HyunGyum / Mom, don't get sick. When you are sick, I feel even more hurt. There are many things I wasn't able to feel when I wasn't able to live with you when I was young, and now, living together, I feel them. I feel thankful from small things like being able to be together, being able to see you, and being able to touch you. When you look at me and smile, when you- who looked big when I was young- now look smaller than me, when you- who walked really fast- walk slower than me, and when I felt that you- who looked strong and powerful- have become weaker than me, and is depending on me, tears come to my eyes. Just don't get sick. I love you mom^^ Beloved hyung, you are very tired, exhausted, and bored these days right? But I am happy and full of energy because of hyung. I think a lot about how I can do more for you, hyung. It's not that I just want to give you something; it's more like.. I'm thankful that I have a brother, and thankful that I can share with hyung. I hope hyung enjoys it a bit more, and I hope that you will be happy. I also hope that we brothers would rely on each other more. I love you, hyung.
  • HyunGyum-ah, hyung is proud and happy that you have a dream at such a young age. I hope you will work harder, and if you don't want to get hit, listen to hyung more! hehe. Listen to mom, and sleep early.
  • Dear SJ/ There really is no need for words!! I like that we are together, I'm happy that we are together, and I'm thankful that whenever I feel tired and look back, you're standing there by my side without a word^^ There's no need for anything else, let's just do well just among ourselves^^ Suju is the best hehe. Leader Teuk-ee hyung... I will trust hyung and go! and Yesung-ee hyung... If hyung were with us, we would have shined more. I will make it so that when hyung returns, hyung's spot will shine more ^^ I love you hyung!
  • Grow your hand a bit, or I'll just have a smaller mic prepared for you ^^ (Youngjoon-ee hyung, Byungjoon-ee hyung, Junghoon-ee hyung, Yongsun-ee hyung, MinGeun-ee hyung, Siyong-ee hyung, Yongsuk-ee)
  • We are Super Juni-or! ^^ Thank you and I love you.
  • Dear ELF/ You waited a really long time right? Me too me too mee too really!! hehe finally advancing out! ELF all over the world, are you ready?? We are ready ^^
  • In short words, because ELF exists, SuJu can breathe ^^ Please continue to let us breathe ^^ I love you, love you, love you, and love you^^ Always thankful and love you ^^
  • Siwon: I feel the fast speed of time. It's already 7jib.... Thankfully, thanks to your love and support, we were able to go around the world many times, and how many times did we stand on a dream-like stage... Thinking about it all, I'm thankful. I want to say thanks to beloved ELF all over the world who cheer for us without changing. And I want to say thanks to beloved family members, beloved Lee SooMan teacher, and staffs who always work hard to help us. If you guys weren't there, we wouldn't be at this position. Thank you again.
  • Thank you everyone.. Thank you God.. Please anticipate a lot from us, who are just starting now.
  • Ryeowook: Beloved mom and dad, thank you ^^ Super Junior members, you worked hard during the time to prepare 7jib, and I love each and everyone of you♡
  • Teuk-ee hyung, I'm thankful that you are with us, though it must have been very pressuring, (to work so soon after) release from army! Hyung is really our leader~ I love you / My meal friend Heechul-ee hyung~ I'm thankful that you listen to my words well, and let's continue to live together. / I miss you.. Listen to our 7jib well~ Stay well too ^^ / Yesung-ee hyung!!!! I hope hyung's empty spot will be filled quickly.. Let's work together again quickly~ let's meet again at Han River kk / KingKing! The handsomest KingKing kk Hyung, you know that I love you a lot right? / Donggri DongDong, I love hyung's voice the most kk Let's go for a solo song in the next album! I will try directing it. / Sungmin-ee hyung~! Thank you for always comforting me by my side ^^!! Let's meet at Sukira soon kk / I'm happy that Hyukgu is becoming more and more handsome! Work harder ^^ Hyung, you know it, right? kkk / Donghai! I love you as much as I love Hyukgu kk Donghae-hyung, don't be sad~ Let's go again tonight!!! / Siwon-ee hyung, I'm sorry .. that I only like D&E kkkkk I love hyung a lot ♡ / Kibum-ah, come to the dorm~!! Let's eat^^ / Kyuhyun-ah, do you like Changmin and Minho more than me?..ㅠ I love you KyuKyu kk / Super Junior M Zhou Mi hyung!! I hope hyung will be very happy ^^ I love you hyung~♡ / Henry, take some care of Zhou Mi hyung! kk SJM maknae Henry-yah, I'm always thankful about you! / Super Junior 7jib, let's become daebak!!!! My girlfriend, E.L.F.. I'm thankful, and I love you! ♡ It's 7jib now~ Till everyone gathers in one place, Ryeowook-ee will work hard too with the name 'Super Junior'^^ I love you. Love yourself♡
  • Kyuhyun: Kyu will always be where E.L.F's are...