yeah life is unfair like that

anonymous asked:

so.. whos the top?

the one w the top score in Mario Kart is me, yes. It’s completely biased tho cause she’s never played video games and i’ve clearly been in a cave my whole life addicted to games growing up so yeah it’s a bit unfair But she beat me a couple of times so shes had the top score on those instances. you know, that being said, who cares who has high scores, we all know it’s about that time stamp on who can actually complete the lap the fastest i mean that’s all i really care about. sometimes 1st place is luck but those time scores are what actually counts. And we have to also play the same character cause i can’t have her playing bowser and me playing toad and thinking that’s fair like bowsers karts don’t have the same ease of handling and toad has those special boosts so i try to be as fair as i can and we both play the same character and the same kart but really what this means is i’m a petty bitch who will easily use a character as an excuse for a loss so this is a way to check myself and wreck myself cause on that other hand if i win i’m a sore winner and all this really comes down to is we’re both the top u do the math

tbh as much as it pisses us off candy is a very realistic reaction for lucifer. he has ptsd from killing uriel and just had to relive that over and over again in hell, in the shape of lux, so yeah of course he runs away for a bit. how could he have been able to stand being there right after reliving that shit?

he thinks what he and chloe have isn’t real and is HEARTBROKEN. he’s in PAIN, lads. like. i’ve been there and i can tell you, he is projecting and rebounding so hard and that happens fairly often when you have lost the love of your life, even if you’re the one that’s in the wrong. it’s not even on purpose and it’s horrible and unfair, but sometimes you look for someone in other people bc you think you can’t have them. she’s only going to be in one episode and i BET YOU that he is going to look at her and see chloe, he’s gonna wish she was chloe, and in the end i’m sure whatever causes her to leave will be cause it’s obvious he’s in love with chloe.

chloe is going to have lost a lot of trust because of this, no doubt. she is gonna be pissed and hurt!! and she should be! she has NO context at all. she doesn’t know he died for her, she doesn’t know he had to relive killing his own brother, she doesn’t know that the only reason he isn’t with her is cause he’s so convinced their love is a pawn. you know the only way he can fully gain her trust back? he has to show her his true face!! she has to know and accept the truth. that’s CLEARLY where they’re leading, and it’s something they have been pushing at all season. and i hope it happens sooner rather than later.

Hiraeth | Pt.2

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 |

[!] Contains mature and graphic content, mentions of blood + death. 

Words: 7,694.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us. 

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anonymous asked:

G. Pike/Kima(/Allura) or O. Pike/Keyleth

pikeleth + the stars or space

aka the Vox Machina Are A Bunch Of Spacers And Pike Is Real Gay AU

“So you’re Grog’s sister!”

Pike stares up––and up, and up––at the beaming redhead. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m Pike.”

The redhead offers a hand, shaking Pike’s enthusiastically. The drink in her other hand sloshes over the rim of her cup, foamy brown and splattered across the already-grimy floor of the backwater dive. “Keyleth! It’s great to meet you! Grog talks about you all the time.”

“Good things I hope?” she asks, a little teasing, and the redhead––Keyleth––smiles, almost wistful.

“Yeah. He really likes you.”

“Aw, yeah. That’s Grog.”

Keyleth shifts her drink to the other hand, looks around the bar. “So, um. Are you looking for him?”

“Well, yeah.”



“Yeah.” She hesitates, then tilts her head to the back corner where a motley group of spacers sit crowded around a table too small for the lot of them. “Um, you had better come sit down. There’s uh, a lot to talk about.”

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REQUEST: Sick Week [DedSec/Reader]

Originally posted by thectossystem

Lol, I’ll try not to get sick. No guarantees though. The weather in New York suddenly got cooler, and I tend to get sick with the radical changes in temperature/weather conditions. It sucks. :P I tried to treat all the characters as equals… but I am very biased and uninspired for some of these. I won’t lie. 

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I haven’t written Nursey/Ransom yet! Hope this works.

It’s the eve of graduation and Nursey can’t sleep.

Not because it’s a big day for everyone tomorrow. Not because of regrets, or unfinished poetry, or unwon championships.

Because tomorrow he’ll be helping Rans and the guys load up their stuff, and then moving his own stuff into the attic, along with Dex.

And that attic is gonna feel hella weird without Ransom there.

Nursey hasn’t been able to wrap his brain around that image – an attic that’s home to him and Dex, but one where Ransom doesn’t come up the stairs to convene a D-men meeting. An attic he can’t escape to when he really needs to jam to some tunes, where he can sprawl out on Holster’s bed and spread his arms behind his head and just enjoy being in the company of someone who gets it.

How’s it gonna feel like home without Ransom there? Nursey hasn’t got a fucking clue.

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991. After the war, Harry and Ron ask the Hogwarts school board to forbid students from bringing in their own brooms for Quidditch matches (to keep the richer families from buying an advantage with more powerful brooms) unless they have valid excuses like medical reasons. In exchange for giving all the Hogwarts Quidditch teams high quality brooms to use for matches and practice, Harry and Ron offer to help advertise the broom companies by being seasonal spokesmen for their ads.

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cryingcryptids  asked:

Abt your tags on the Mark Sheppard/Jim Michaels post: Yeah. Jim said something to the same effect at a con last year referring to Felicia and how he'd love to have her back. Felicia volleyed back with something along the lines of, "Waiting by the phone". It's so unbelievably frustrating and infuriating to have execs continue to try and string fans along like this. And it's supremely satisfying to see them get shut down by the actors.

ugh, yeah I remember that. They try to keep things positive by saying things like that, bc nobody wants to be the one to say “yeah they’re gone for good, sorry.” But they keep giving us a lot of false hope like this, and it’s unfair. I’m glad Mark replied to Jim’s tweet like that, bc I’d rather they be honest than string us along. They should only be allowed to say things like that if they know for a fact that actor will be back on the show. No bullcrap about “anything can happen on Supernatural.” I’m definitely sad to see Mark go :(( but if he’s wanting to start a new chapter in his life, then that’s what he should do. His family and happiness comes first, and he’ll do amazing things either way :’)

in his heart of hearts

written for @bellamyspirate for Bellarke Secret Santa 2016

beta’d by the lovely @missemarissa

“Guardsman Blake.” Captain Miller falls into step beside him on his way to home from his post on Sunday evening. “There’s been a change in assignments.”

Bellamy stops walking and steps to the side of the corridor, turning to face his superior. “Sir?”

“You have been reassigned to Medical, effective tomorrow morning.” Captain Miller pulls a keycard out from his pocket and holds it out. “Same hours, just a different location.”

Bellamy takes the card with a frown. “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

Since graduating from his guard training, his post had been monitoring the youth rec center. It wasn’t the most glamorous position, but sometimes one of the kids would play the piano in the corner of the room, and he always liked to listen to the music. He was in no position to argue with his commanding officer, but he wasn’t too keen on spending all his shifts with sick people.

“On the contrary, actually.” Captain Miller steps closer and lowers his voice. “Councilwoman Griffin requested you specifically.”


Abigail Griffin was as close to Ark royalty as you could get without being the Chancellor. She had a seat on the council, was the Chief of Surgery, and her husband was the engineer responsible for solving the Ark’s recent oxygen deficit. While Bellamy was sure that Jake Griffin was a genius in his own right, people often forgot that a mechanic from his own Factory Station, Raven Reyes, had a key part in solving the problem.

“Her daughter is a medical apprentice now, and Councilwoman Griffin requested that only the best of our recruits is assigned to her shift.” Captain Miller tells him with a conspiring wink.

Bellamy bristles. Though he appreciates the compliment, this is just the kind of behavior that reminds him that the people from Alpha station are nothing but entitled pricks. What makes Princess Griffin so special that she needs a better guard than anyone else?

Instead of saying any of this, Bellamy nods and pockets the keycard. “I’ll be on my way then, sir.”

“Good man.” Captain Miller claps him on the shoulder. “And Guardsman Blake? Let’s keep that information between us.”

Bellamy smiles tightly. He’s always been good at keeping secrets. [AO3]

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Support Group for People Unfairly Maligned in Historical Fiction

Edward II: Greetings, everyone!  I’m Edward of Caernarfon, as you probably all know - do feel free to call me Ned - and I’m your moderator for this, the second meeting of all of us unfortunate historical folks maligned in fiction of the twenty-first century.  We’re here to share our pain, and to share the sillinesses perpetuated about us written hundreds of years after our deaths.  I’ll get us started.  As well as all the unfair and wildly untrue things about me I shared at our last meeting, there’s some new stuff.  According to one novelist, I react to things by ‘snivelling’ and am a coward who runs away from the battlefield of Bannockburn and is too afraid to fight, even though in reality I had to be dragged protesting from the field and fought 'like a lioness deprived of her cubs’ right in the thick of battle.

Piers Gaveston: Pretty damn sure I never saw you snivel, Ned.  I bet the terribly heterosexual manly hero Roger Mortimer doesn’t 'snivel’ in that novel, eh?

Edward II: Damn right, he doesn’t.  That same novel also accuses me of cowardice because I don’t beat up my wife, which was a real lolwut?? moment, I tell you.

Margaret Beaufort: May I have the floor, Ned?  I, apparently, am a religious maniac with a weirdly anachronistic Joan of Arc fetish - why? I mean, why?! - which I have to talk about every five minutes.  I mysteriously forget that I’m the countess of Richmond all the time.  But worst of all by far, I’m meant to have had Edward IV’s two sons murdered in the Tower of London so that my own son Henry Tudor could become king.  Because obviously I knew that Richard III’s son would conveniently die young a few months later and clear the path to the throne, and I could stroll in and out of the most fortified and well-guarded stronghold in the country and murder two princes without anyone noticing.  Yup.  Invisible Superwoman, that’s me.

Edward II: That’s awful, Margaret!  You mean people are willing to accuse you of the cold-blooded murder of children when there isn’t the tiniest shred of evidence whatsoever?

Margaret Beaufort: Indeed there are, plenty of them.  There are also people on modern social media who call me a 'snake’ and express a wish that I’d died in childbirth and my son with me.  I was thirteen at the time.  Yes, there really are people out there who wish a thirteen-year-old had suffered a painful death in childbirth.  It seems that they forget we were human beings with feelings too.

George, duke of Clarence: Hey, everyone!  Talking about blatant ways of making us appear really unlikeable and horrible, I’d like to protest at the way novelists in the twenty-first century portray me as this ridiculously one-dimensional alcoholic wife-beater.  That’s all there ever was to me, apparently.  Alcoholism.  And wife-beating.  I never even laid a finger on Isabel!

Henry VII: There’s this one novel where my mother Margaret Beaufort - who just hasn’t been maligned enough, apparently - tells me to rape my fiancée Elizabeth of York before we marry to make sure that she can become pregnant.  If she can’t, I’m to marry her sister Cecily instead.  Still trying to figure that one out - am I supposed to go through all the sisters until I find one who gets pregnant and then marry her?  Just so darn weird.

Elizabeth of York: Wait, let me see that one!  Oh yeah, I remember now, the novel where I spend half the time mooning over my lost uncle Richard III, who I was totally in love with, allegedly, and refer to constantly as 'my lover’.  My uncle.  There is not enough eeeewwwww in my vocabulary.

Henry VII: I’m depicted as this pathetic little mummy’s boy half the time.  And I’ve been trying to block the horror of it out of my mind, but there’s another novel that has me - get this, folks - drinking the blood of young men.  Like wuuuuuuh?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: You don’t know what?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know what I don’t know.  I don’t know anything.  Say anything to me and I’ll reply that I don’t know.

Elizabeth Woodville: Hey, everyone, did you know I’m a witch?  Witch witch witch.  Who makes witchy things happen all the witching time.  Because I’m a witch.  A witchy witch who does lots of witchy things.  On every witchy page of the witchy novel about how I’m a witch.

Anne Neville: I’m getting pretty annoyed with the way I’m almost always depicted as terribly frail, to the point where I faint or collapse about every five minutes.  Yes, I died young, but that doesn’t mean I’d been a permanent invalid all my life, people!  Yeesh, it’d be great to have someone write me as though I had an actual backbone and some personality, instead of as this weak feeble fainting little…thing.

Edward of Lancaster: True, and it’d be nice if someone would acknowledge that you didn’t necessarily spend your entire marriage to me weeping and wailing over Richard of Gloucester.

Anne Neville: I did a little bit at first maybe, just a tiny little bit, but I soon got used to the idea of being queen of England one day.  That was pretty cool.  Something else modern novelists never seem to realise about me is that maybe I had a bit of ambition and quite fancied being a queen!

Edward of Lancaster: Yeah, we kind of got used to being married to each other and didn’t mind it at all, did we?  And you know, it’s so unfair when a throwaway bravado comment you make when you’re still practically a child is then used for the next half a millennium as though it represents the sum total of your personality and is constantly used to present you as a sadistic murderous psychopath.  Modern people, would you like it if someone took one of your sulky adolescent pronouncements as though it’s representative of your entire life and attitudes?

Henry VI: And when one remark by one visitor to England, simply reporting a rumour he had heard that I supposedly said that my son Edward was fathered by the Holy Ghost, is taken that my son absolutely must have been fathered by someone else other than me.  As though my wife Margaret of Anjou isn’t maligned enough!

Margaret of Anjou: Oh, you mean I actually have a name?  Like seriously?  I thought I was just called 'the bad queen’.  Voice dripping with sarcasm here.

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: Afraid we’re running out of time and will have to wrap this up now, folks!  Hope you all feel somewhat better after getting this rubbish off your chests, and take care until the next meeting of the Support Group for People Maligned in Historical Fiction!  Goodnight!

- Kathryn Warner from her blog (excepts about the Wars of The Roses historical fiction)

“Sky High” Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns.

  • You look at them and see the defenders of the world. All I see is my dad. Wearingtights.
  • I know every kid thinks his dad is invincible — and I nearly am.
  • But who knows? Maybe next time I punch a meteor hurtling toward the earth, I’ll be the one that shatters into a million pieces.
  • I noticed you had some recyclables in the trash. I took the liberty of moving them for you.
  • You hungry? I’ve got plenty of eggs, bacon…
  • You know how my mom can communicate with animals? Apparently, they don’t like being eaten.
  • It seems evil has struck our morning commute…
  • Now, I know it’s just our first day, but I already can’t wait to graduate and start saving mankind. And womankind. And animalkind.
  • What is humiliating him in front of the entire class going to prove?
  • This is so unfair.
  • Yeah, well, if life were to suddenly get fair, I doubt it would happen in high school.
  • The kids who get, uh, bitten by radioactive insects or fall into a vat of toxic waste, their powers usually show up the next day. Or… they die.
  • Oh, come on. When I was his age I could put a truck on my shoulders.
  • We can’t change who he is. Not without dropping him in a vat of toxic waste.
  • Look, whatever happened with our dads, it has nothing to do with us.
  • I say, if you ever cross me again, I’ll roast you alive.
  • You want me to heat that up for you?
  • You’re not supposed to use your powers outside of school!
  • I was just gonna stick it in the microwave.
  • I’m a technopath. I can control technology with my mind.
  • Wow. All I can do is… punch stuff.
  • You know what I think? To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.
  • Wow. That is really deep.
  • Yeah. And your lucky numbers are four, sixteen, five, and forty-nine.
  • You’re not that boy with the six arms, are you?
  • What if I told you she’s not just a twin, she’s an evil twin?
  • Please? I promise I’ll make this as painless as possible.
  • You’re on! If they beat you in “Save the Citizen”, you lay off the sidekicks for the rest of the year.
  • Yeah! And if he loses, you can dunk their head in the toilet every day till graduation.
  • You got yourself a deal.
  • Guys, are you crazy? No freshman ever won “Save the Citizen”, and those guys are undefeated!
  • Darn this joystick!
  • Dude, you’re so stupid. She’s totally into you.
  • Yeah. You must’ve been a real jerk. ‘Cause no matter what I do, I can’t get them tostop talking to me.
  • People make mistakes. That’s what high school’s about. Heck, that’s what life’sabout! The key is to learn from them.
  • I hope my friends see it that way.
  • If someone is a true friend, you’d be surprised how understanding they can be.
  • Do you honestly think you can kill me with that toy gun of yours?
  • Oh my God, I made out with an old lady.
  • What a waste. I can’t do anything more for you. I’m not Wonder Woman, you know.
  • So in the end, my girlfriend became my arch-enemy, my arch-enemy became my best friend, and my best friend became my girlfriend.

anonymous asked:

I'm not trying to get anyone riled up here lol but I was shocked to see that fans are more or less excusing drug use? What? I may sound like a bad PSA but drugs kill, if not other horrible things. This is basic health class stuff here. I get upset at the boys smoking, knowing that does damage over time too. Though I've always felt the stress from 1DHQ takes a massive toll and if smoking is as bad as they go, fine. Anyway, it boggles my mind, not to mention the double standard thing with Zayn.

Yeah, while I won’t judge people harshly for getting mixed up with hard drugs because shit happens and life is hard and full of challenges. But, there’s really no way to honestly say it’s not a negative thing. Cocaine is bad news. There’s a lot of immaturity in this fandom, which explains the lack of nuance as well as the hesitance in saying anything that anyone could construe as negative about their blessed fave. It’s stupid, in a nutshell.

And it is inexplicably unfair to condemn one person and coddle the other for the same ALLEGED (only ALLEGED) thing. But like I said in an older post, this reflects a segment of society’s thinking. People like them get a pass, people who are an “other” are demonized. The saddest part is that it’s my generation carrying their parent’s bullshit forward. They ought to know better. But privilege is a helluva drug. 

rejected from csssa

i forgot to make a post about this and tumblr mobile is stupid and wouldn’t let me post, but yeah… got rejected!
i suppose it’s okay, i’ll just work harder for next year. still, it’s kind of discouraging when you dedicate a year of your life to the idea of something, only not to get it. life is unfair i guess, no?
still, i’m really happy for all my friends that got in!! the amount of pride i feel for them is immense. to all y'all: KICK SOME CSSSA ASS AND HAVE FUN THIS SUMMER!!!
you can see my application if you search “csssa” on my blog, if that interests you.


Tagged by @merlionmen for the two selfies thing.

Okay first of all, this is very unfair because have you seen her, she is a blessing to humanity. This is like going onstage for a singing contest after Beyonce agsgakalslfghl

And second I can’t take selfies to save my life. I tried you guys ;__; So excuse the old pic and the new pic where I look unwell because I kinda am ^^; Also unruly hair is unruly AND DOES NOT LISTEN TO A COMB.

But uh… yeah. YOLO. Here are two pictures of a puffed up hamster with panda eye bags. Enjoy.

I tag @chronicfangirling, @saltykong, @rapperravioli, @williamteaspears, @ramune-and-rain, @fxck-vixx, @suga-daddy-69, @crazeepal and @that-weird-girl-with-green-hair (only if you guys are comfortable doing so) and all of my followers!

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about the fact that Noora got 4 episodes in Sana'a season?? (I personally think it's unfair considering s2 had the most and longest episodes, and I think Sana is genuinely a more interesting character)

Hi, Anon!!

Yeah, I ain’t about that life either tbh. Noora/Sana … it’s … it’s all been Sana being there for Noora. Like, when’s Noora gonna be there for Sana? Why can she not call out Vilde when Vilde’s being ignorant? Like …. she’s there, but, not 100%.

mrsmaggieshelby  asked:

Nothing makes me angrier than when people insult H7 like fuck that he was perf

lmao he was very FAR from perfect, he was a man of his time and a King doing what he could for his dynasty and family.
i think that people judging him with modern standards are unfair (and even when you try to look at his personal life with 15th/16th century standards, he was a good husband and father)


so I lose followers when I call out the truth about $$$ and horses,

but here’s the deal kids–

at the end of the day there isn’t going to be equality or equity in any sport. The best you can do is provide equality in opportunities meant to give talented athletes a leg up. 

Stop being mad at girls who have more money than you. Just stop it. 

Money doesn’t mean there’s no talstrent there. Having the resources to buy something better doesn’t mean you don’t work at things. 

Are there people with money who aren’t working as hard as you? Yeah dude of course because in general there are just some lazy ass fucks. But guess what, there’s some kid out there with less than you who is also being a lazy person because that’s who they are. 


So yeah, if you are going to hate Stacy McMoneyFace for having a 10k horse when you’ve only got a 1k one and claim that she doesn’t love her horse because more people follower her on the internet (like, what the fuck are you saying?), unfollow me!

Cause I’m not going to stroke your ego and let you think you’re better than someone else. I’m not going to pat your hand and say life is unfair. You want to be good at something, you want to have opportunities? Go out there are prove yourself. Show you’re capable of more than just whining. Then when you have legitimate things to whine about, feel free to whine.

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Talking with a coworker about my kid’s first job…

Him: Just wait until he gets that first paycheck and realizes how much gets taken out in taxes. So much of his money, for the rest of his life. Then he’ll realize how unfair taxes are.

Me: Of course, with those taxes, you get things like roads. Roads, stoplights, firemen, running water. Those kinds of things.

Him: Yeah. I guess. But there were roads before people paid taxes, you know.

–Bonus Round–

This is the coworker who just bought an almost-new Corvette (because nothing says multiple DUIs and a fear of being a single 40-something like a ridiculously expensive metallic orange muscle car). How much do you think he’d love to drive that on the kind of dirt roads we’d have without state and federal highway programs?

I get this image of the Corvette bottoming out on a dusty red clay road like something out of Gone With The Wind. My coworker stands by the car, hand dramatically clasped to his forehead, and says in his best Scarlett O'Hara falsetto, “As God is my witness, I’ll never pay taxes again!”

The stress of my work life is clearly doing strange things to my imagination…

[TRANSLATION] PSYCHO-PASS the Movie: Balcony Scene

This was NOT included in the movie!!

I’ve heard this has been translated already but several cute anons and some users insisted that I did it anyway and I couldn’t just ignore them or refuse. So there you have it. ^_^“

Too bad they didn’t put this in the movie. It would totally blow the fandom away. I may not be a shinkane shipper, but I genuinely enjoyed this complete version of the scene. It has a nice the-old-PP vibe to it. Especially this exchange was very nice:

“You’ve really grown up,” Kougami muttered heartily.

“Is that so?”

Tsunemori already feels embarrassed as she says this.

And the part about how, even though they finally met as fellow humans, there’s a case getting in their way. Lol. What were they thinking, leaving it out? Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this. <3

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Evening in the rebel army base. The light’s turned off in Kougami’s room. Tsunemori was using the bed, and Kougami was trying to fall asleep, lying on blankets on the floor. At any rate, it was after he had struggled through the battlefield. Once he calmed down and tried to think, he felt fatigued. The next morning Kougami planned on having a talk with Sem about their further actions.


Kougami Shinya and Tsunemori Akane. A strange, barely tangible tension drifting between the two couldn’t be brushed away. Even despite the fact that she was tired, only Tsunemori’s mind was clear of nervousness. No, was it clear just because she was too exhausted? Anyway, Tsunemori couldn’t fall asleep and left Kougami’s room.

She was looking out the window of a roofed passage.


The number of power generators seemed insufficient. The Guerillas kindled real fire instead of using lighting equipment. It was those traditional watch fires.

The night sky was beyond belief beautiful. The silhouettes of the stars were sharp as jewels. The lighting at the Guerilla camp was at any rate poor. Speaking of lighting intensity, these watch fires would be less than a tenth part of street lights used in the Tokyo metropolitan area. When the ground is dark, the sky is clearly visible.

“The sky is awesome.”

Kougami was also awake.

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Love At First Sight [Bokuroo drabble]

Genre: romantic comedy.

Fandom and pairing: Haikyuu!! (Bokuto Kentarou x Kuroo Tetsurou)

Word count: 1623 words.

Author’s note: I don’t know what this is. Inspired by this post.

It hadn’t been the easiest of days and Bokuto is tired.

He walks his way to his car stretching his neck and popping his shoulders. The parking lot is almost empty but that’s normal at this time of the day. The sun has already set and everyone’s gone home. Except, of course, for Bokuto, who had to stay until late to fulfill his ugly boss’ demands. Okay, yes, maybe his ugly boss had told him a week before that this particular report was due today but man, everyone procrastinates a bit. It ain’t Bokuto’s fault if he left the report for the last second of the last day so he had to rush and stay till late to get it done.

But you know what, it’s Friday night! Job’s over until next Monday and he’s definitely texting Akaashi to hang around and do something tonight.

He’s taking out his phone, thoughts of bar and drinks in his head when someone clutches his shoulder and presses something cold and circular against the low of his back.

He startles, heart snapping, and turns around mumbling, “Yo, what the fuc-”

But is cut off by the golden eyes that pierce him from underneath a black hoodie.

“You know how this rolls,” the stranger says, voice smooth and even. “You give me your money and everyone walks outta here happy.”

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