you loved me like a distant star


I’m tired of smut just being porn star worthy, professional, distant fucking

give me fic smut where the characters are new and awkward and ‘oh my god am I doing this right?’ and 'no, oh my fuck you don’t put it there’

give me fic smut where the characters are crying but not like 'that’s good dick’ crying or 'shit that hurts’ crying but rather 'oh my god I love this person more than life and we’re so close right now’ crying, gimme some of that full out bawling

give me fic smut where it’s all a joke and they’re doing anything they can to purposefully kill the mood just to make the other one laugh

give me fic smut where they’re trying things out and maybe things don’t go as planned but they keep going anyway and have a good time

give me fic smut where the characters are literally teasing each other the whole time, but not like sexually teasing but more like insults that are their way of flirting like 'ow you bit my tongue, nice going you clumsy asshole’ and 'fuck you, I made you spaghetti and this is the thanks I get?’

give me fic smut where they laugh, be it because one of them did something funny/embarrassing or because they’re just happy????

like can people in smut fics be more than attracted to each other and not just sex machines with their only priority being fucking???

Pablo Neruda for the Signs
  • Aries: "Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, where little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me."
  • Taurus: "I want to fill my mouth with your name."
  • Gemini: "And every wound has the shape of your mouth."
  • Cancer: "Under your skin the moon is alive."
  • Leo: "There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle."
  • Virgo: "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
  • in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
  • Libra: "If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life."
  • Scorpio: "You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank."
  • Sagittarius: "But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."
  • Capricorn: "You are like night, calmed, constellated.
  • Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true."
  • Aquarius: "…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
  • I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
  • Pisces: "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this."
You use to always tease me about why I never loved you, but little did you know that I was head over heels in love with you.
But I didn’t tell you, because we could never be what you wanted or what I wanted.
You like vodka and parties.
I like poetry and flowers.
You like marijuana and making out.
I like looking at the stars and holding your hand.
You use to get angry when I was distant, because you thought I stopped caring.
But in all truth I was so scared of my feelings for you. But I wanted to give you a chance.
Then you stopped answering, started avoiding me.
It didn’t take long to realize why, you got a taste of the good life, with her.
And I was just another dumb girl who fell in love with the wrong guy
—  (Our little love story)
~ FYI for New Simblrs ~

I see a lot of these asks with other Simmers and in the distant past have had a few too. New to the Simblr world and want to start a Simming blog that is popular etc. Now I’m not a hugely popular Simblr, I have around 3600 followers I think. They’re far bigger out there, but the main advice is this;


Whatever you absolutely adore be it Vulcans/Star Trek (like me), Berry Sims like @berrysweetboutique, super hyper colourful aliens like @divadoom, chill Maxis Match like @servobride, loving everything with alpha and Maxis Match like @maimouth or maybe you’re more into Vampires or horror stories or reality TV like @quiddity-jones. Maybe your passion is storytelling, which can be done MANY different ways using the game we all love. Choose what you adore and you can’t go wrong, that will show in your imagery etc.


Can’t say this enough. New to Simblr? Notice how other people tag their posts. It gives your followers a choice to follow some posts and avoid others. Also tags can be used for people being able to find a story or legacy etc super easily on your Tumblr. Lastly, don’t tag anything as a custom content (s4CC) post if it’s not. That’s just begging for people to be pissed off with you.

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they will not write about us because darling
we’re not in love
and we both know that poems ought to be about lovers
or brothers
not best friends halfway in the middle
god, i’d never kiss you
but our hands fit like puzzle pieces and your smile makes my heart sing and you cried when you said you love me
voice thick with fear and awe and i knew then i could break you and that terrifies me because you deserve better but i would die for you

when i was thirteen my bedroom window looked out on the big dipper every summer and it made me feel safe but if every star in that constellation went out i’d still have your hands smoothing a brush through my hair (your eyes shine brighter than those distant suns anyway)

we are not the stuff of legends in this world where it’s only love if you fuck the stories people want to hear end in a kiss not a high five or a fistbump but if i’ve got you i don’t need to make history

and while you do not kiss away my tears you let them seep into your shirt and to me, that is just as good

—  not every beautiful thing has to be a love story (g.c.r.)
‘You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first’ Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you… Oh God, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself feels like
Because all I want is you by my side

I want to see your face
I want to hear your voice
I want to be in your arms
I want to kiss your lips
But distance is keeping us apart
Im crying and hurting
I’m breaking
I feel my heart ripping apart
I’m just missing my other half
I hate the distance its ripping me in half

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Marco:</b> [questioning his love life] It seems like everyone's been crushing on me. Is this really true, though? [shrugs] I guess I'll have to find out.<p/><b></b> [Marco sets a jar of candy down on a table, labels it with a note that says, "If you have a crush on Marco, take one," and then hides in a distant corner]<p/><b>Marco:</b> This should work.<p/><b></b> [Marco oversees the candy jar from afar. The first person who takes the candy is Jackie. Marco squealed with joy. He knew that she and him are already dating, but who cares?]<p/><b></b> [Soon after Jackie left, the second person who takes the candy next is Star. Marco smiles and lets out an 'Aaw...']<p/><b></b> [Tom suddenly appears out from nowhere, looks around his surroundings, and takes a candy from the jar. Marco looks both surprised and confused.]<p/><b>Marco:</b> ...Wha?<p/><b></b> [The next person who takes the candy is Sabrina, who apparently had an accident beforethen. Marco scratches his head in confusion.]<p/><b></b> [A while later, the next person who takes the candy is Hope. Marco looks a bit worried.]<p/><b>Marco:</b> Oh wow...<p/><b></b> [The next person to take the candy is now Chantelle, and then followed by Brittney. Marco clearly looks worried and gulps.]<p/><b></b> [After that, a dimensional portal appears. Hekapoo comes out. She sees the candy jar Marco had prepeared, and procceeds to steal several pieces of candy before leaving afterwards. Marco retreats from his position and pulls his hair out of frustration.]<p/><b>Marco:</b> Is there anyone here who <i>doesn't</i> have a crush on me?!<p/><b></b> [Marco changes his view to the candy jar, only to see Janna stealing the whole jar while giggling like a little girl. Marco facepalmed.]<p/><b>Marco:</b> Oh, for <i>crying out loud!</i><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Tate - Darkness.

Originally posted by spirit-a-nimal

Everyone thinks that I am a monster. Some even think that I am the human embodiment of Satan himself. Instead of the human that I am, they think that I am some blood thirsty demon. They’re not wrong, but everyone has their breaking points, right?

Of course, everything that comes in life, it comes with a reason and ends with a lesson. Maybe she was my reason, but I don’t remember my lesson.

The bible states that the Devil was a fallen angel, and that he used to be God’s favorite, so what happened that turned him into such a fearful beast in which he was no longer allowed in heaven? What happened to me, that turned me into the monster that I am best known for?

All these questions, all that come with little to no answers, and despite my endless, and desperate search for something—anything—I found nothing. I wasn’t surprised though, because I was told that monsters like me never get second chances at happiness again.

So what was my exact breaking point you may be wondering? It was when I met my reason. My happiness, my only light through all the darkness, and my love. It took me losing her, because I couldn’t be there due to my own selfish needs that caused me to fall.

We didn’t have much in our lives, to where we would always talk to each other about the stories hidden under the scars on our pale wrists, and despite the depressing, sob stories that came with the scars, we still managed to laugh as if it were no big deal. Living in Earth was hell, but when she came into my life, she showed me something besides darkness and sorrow. She brought me something everyone told me I’d never feel. She brought me love.

The year was 1993, just one year before I chose to do the unthinkable, and to do the most despicable act I could’ve ever done in which I knew was wrong. It was the year before my happiness was taken away from me, in which I had met her.

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[Compliments To The Chef #10]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: Gajevy.
Setting: Restaurant/Chef/Roommates AU.
Rating: M for sexual content and language.
Other Chapters: HERE.

Summary: Budding chef Gajeel Redfox is about to get a taste for the phrase: “If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen” when runaway Levy McGarden starts waiting tables at his restaurant – and living in his home.

A/N: Those of you following me will likely know of my uncomfortable predicament at home. Between personal issues, work and school I’ve had no time to do any writing. I’m really sorry about the wait. I hope this chapter is feelsy enough to make it up to you. // I asked my friend about the time she broke her wrist but, naturally, since I’ve never broken a bone I can only base this chapter on research and second-hand experiences. If there’s anything that seems off or peculiar with you, please let me know so I can correct it!

Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me –  Sarah Bernhardt.

Chapter Ten: Food For Thought

Gajeel’s mother was smiling. The kind of smile she used when guilt and love warred inside her; when she longed to protect him but knew, in the deepest reaches of her mind, that there was nothing she could do. She shuffled quietly towards him, barefoot and timid in the muted light. Her eyes were soft and forgiving, shining like distant stars. 

‘You’re doing your best, aren’t you?’

Gajeel blinked. His hands felt so tiny, so fragile, as she took them into her own. She smoothed her thumbs over his knuckles, unravelling tension knotted deep within his muscles, and kissed the backs of his hands. His body felt strangely far away, as though he were watching the experience from the outside. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, afraid to meet her gaze. ‘It was my fault. You died because…’

His mother’s smile widened. ‘You’re a force to be reckoned with, my son,’ she said, brushing a hand through his hair, ‘but no single force, certainly not yours, can be held accountable for every tragedy.’

‘But I–’

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Novaturient: Part One (Bucky Barnes)

(adj.) desiring or seeking powerful change in one’s life, behavior, or situation

Authors Note: Hi! So this is the first part of my newest series, the soulmate series. It’s the first story I’m posting about Bucky and Marvel, actually. I haven’t been writing a lot recently, so please, if there is any mistakes, private message me to tell me. Also, please send feedback and tell me what you like about it/or what you don’t like. And tell me what you hope to see, I always love suggestions. LASTLY, if you want to be tagged in future parts, just shoot me a message(please off anon) and I will add you to my list☺️☺️

Warnings: angst, swearing, assault/violence, attempted sexual assault, terrible writing lmao it’s just the beginning it will get better

Word Count: 3379

Originally posted by sassyelf-mage

3650: 19: 34: 14

“Her condition is very unique.” Dr. Garrison spoke in a quiet voice,“It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen or heard of.”

“That’s the problem, Dr.Garrison. She..she isn’t normal, and I need her to be. I need you to fix it.” Her father murmured.

(Y/N) shook her head at the whispered conversation in the other room. She hated this. The crippling anxiety and shame flooding over her had now become the norm. She wasn’t broken, was she?

“Please, Doctor. Anything to fix her.” Her mother begged,“I have all the money you could want. I don’t even care if it’s some untested experiment, I’ll sign the papers. As long as in end, I don’t have a lunatic for a daughter.”

It was silent for a moment before Dr. Garrison replied,“Mrs. (Y/L/N), I’m afraid there isn’t any treatments like you speak of. I can keep seeing her if you like, it may help her get a grip on reality. But as for, ‘fixing her’, there isn’t an immediate fix.”

“I can’t have a freak for a daughter.” Her father murmured, something that only he was supposed to hear, but (Y/N) heard everything.

She was only 15, what could he possibly want to do with her? Abandon her? The thought made (Y/N) cringe. They couldn’t do that, they wouldn’t. She was their child…

(Y/N) traced the edges of the timer on her left wrist, watching the seconds count down. It was only 3650 days till she would meet the one person who would probably ever love a freak like her. That timer, that hope, that person was the only thing that gave her a sense of hope.

2555: 5 : 45 : 15

Three years of therapy did nothing, but leave (Y/N) neglected and alone. Her father refused to let her out in public as “the voices” got worse. She couldn’t control it, and she knew she wasn’t making it up. She knew the voices. It was her father in the kitchen, or her brother in the game room. It was real. She wasn’t crazy.

The worst part of the isolation was when her father’s movie premieres came. Her whole family would get all dressed up, and one time when she was 16, she had gotten all dolled up for one of his premieres. Only to be ridiculed and screamed at for even thinking that they could be seen out with a girl who was clearly going crazy.

Today wasn’t much of difference in the house, but (Y/N) had recently graduated and her parents just…stopped caring completely. She guessed because she was an adult, they no longer had to care.

“I’m leaving.” She murmured when she got to the end of the grand stairwell of the luxury mansion.

She knew they didn’t care, no emotions were shown. There was this weird thing about her, she could just sense the mood of the room. She thought maybe her mother would feel at least a little upset, but nothing but relief filled the room.

“But you clearly don’t care. You’ve actually been waiting for this since I was 8, so I guess we can just call this an earlier Christmas present from me.” She told them, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Her father stood up abruptly,“Insuggest you speak with respect, young lady.” He snapped, but she just shook her head.

“Oh yeah? Why should I give respect to a man I call a stranger? Because you’re some super star and everyone loves you?” She snarled,“Here’s the thing, father. I know you, and I can tell you right now, you are not what people like. Everything about you, aura screams cold, bitter, and distant. You are good like everyone thinks you are.”

“Get. Out.” He growled through gritted teeth, and that’s exactly what she did.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea, but it was best for her. She didn’t need to be in a house where she would be treated like a mental patient. No, she wanted to be out in the world and it didn’t matter where she was going because her destination was going to be the same no matter what. And that the arms of the person her timer was counting down to. Only 2555 days left. She could make it that long.

2554: 23: 58 : 12

2:02 A.M., (Y/N) walked the streets of New York City alone and in the cold of the morning. Her bag seemed to be a thousand pound by the way her shoulder now had a uncomfortable ache spreading through her.

She wandered the sidewalks that were lit up by different bars and neon lights. She just needed to find a motel, which was hard in the city. But she knew that there should be one in a few more miles.

Everything was fine until the raspy mutters filled her mind clearly.

“What about her?” The raspy one questioned.

“Oh, now that’s a good one. Pretty too.” The deep one replied,“Bet she has ton of money on her.”

(Y/N) gulped and clung to her back, eyes darting around the dark for the men these voices belonged to.

It was when she got closer to the dark alley when she was hit with a feeling of hormones and fogginess around her. That’s when she knew exactly what was about to happen.

She quickly turned out, facing two men who were twice her size. One of the men was a bulky guy, wearing just a stained white tank top and jeans. The other was a cleaner man, dressed in a suit with disheveled hair and a 5-o clock shadow. The bulky man pushed her down, making her stumble and crash into the concrete.

She flinched at the scrap that formed on her arm, kicking her legs at the guy trying to pin her down.

(Y/N) was overcome with fear and panic, glancing around to find anything that could help.

The clean man just snickered,“Oh sweetheart, you aren’t gonna find anything, you can’t even see, now can you?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, not sure what he meant. It was the dark of the night, but she could zero in on anything she wanted./!3 never had trouble adjusting to the dark.

She grasped on to one of the pieces of wood near the dumpster they had her by and swung it into the guy.

“Don’t touch me.” She stated in trembling voice.

“Oh where’s the fun in that?” The men laughed, and it triggered this deep rage inside her. She was more than tired of being pushed around, and as the man in the suit grabbed her wrists to keep her front fighting, he screamed in agony.

She wanted him to feel pain, wanted him to feel hopeless and panic like he had made her feel.

The man’s knee hit the pavement as his shouts echoed. First, went his sight, and then suddenly he was trembling with his hands covering his ears.

“Make it stop!” He shrieked, falling into a fetal position. It was enough to get the other guy to run in fear when the man in the suit stopped moving. His hands fell from his ears, only to reveal the blood coming out of them.

(Y/N) stood there in shock without a clue what just happened, but she knew one thing.

She did this.

1095: 15 : 28 :11

(Y/N) stared at the the red numbers on her wrist. It wasn’t an easy decision, but then again neither was the decision that got her here.

She remembered it vaguely. The night Black Widow broke into her apartment to tell her that she knew about the incident on the street.

(Y/N) had tried to put it all behind her, despite the image of the bloody ears and how her thoughts effected him in such a way.

Natasha Romanoff had come to recruit her that day. She hadn’t understood why at the time because she was just a psychology major who hear voices and could see at night. Oh, and make people have some weird deaths. But that was all.

Apparently, Shield had taken an interest in her when she was 15 when their agent, Josh Garrison filed a request to get her looked into. A possible mutant.

Natasha had gone into such detail about what they had observed her “powers” to be. It was that moment she made her decision. If they could understand what was happening, then they could help her understand.

That was two years ago. Now, she had graduated from Shield Academy’s Operations unit, and was starting to gain the control over her powers.

It was based around the senses. She could feel people’s emotions, and eventually, they thinks she could even manipulate them. All her senses were enhanced, explaining why she had all those voices in her head. She as starting to control that one really well. There was one however, she didn’t know very well. Which was the sensory manipulation, what she did to that man. How she changed what he could hear, see, and feel. She had only done it once, and she never wanted to do it again.

(Y/N) used these powers now to earn her new status as a field agents in Shield. She was new to it all, but it was official now as she had her first mission starting soon. There was just one thing she had to do.

The timer. It was a distraction to any agent, but Shield didn’t require you to have it removed. Luckily, Modern Technology had developed a surgery that would keep the timer intact and working.

The timer is powered by a person’s heart beat, so when it is removed, these doctors create a bracelet out of the time that takes a person’s heartbeat. When a person takes off the timer, the countdown pauses. It makes it to where your time is extended.

In theory, your soulmates timer has the actual time you will meet while yours is shorter because of the pauses.

“I must warn you, Ms. (Y/L/N), there have been instances where people have met their soulmates while the timer was off. But, when you put the timer back on, it will start counting down to the moment you see them again.” The Doctor explained while putting his surgically gloves on.“It will not keep you from meeting your soulmate, if that’s what worries you.”

She just shook her head,“Oh no, it’s not that. It’s just…"She watched the little numbers ticking down,“It’s always been something to remind me that I had someone out there that wasn’t against me, I guess. It’s helped me through some really tough times. It’s just hard to..know I won’t have it anymore.”

The Doctor nodded,“Well, as soon as you put the bracelet on, it will be right there. I swear. Now, if you can, please remain still. It will hurt a lot, but I’m afraid I cannot put you under or we might risk the timer malfunctioning.”

It was two hours until the wound from the timer being removed was stitched up and she had the bracelet around her wrist, counting down.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Natasha smirked as (Y/N) came out.“C'mon, the jet is waiting for us. We got bitches to take down.”

And that was the beginning of (Y/N) career as Shield Agent.

00: 8 : 56 : 12

That was the time she had left when she had to take the timer off last time. It was six months ago that she was called and assigned to a secret operation to take down one of the remaining Hydra agents. She had been so distraught when she was got the phone call, but she knew better than to argue.

Let fate do it’s job, Natasha reminded her constantly.

Six months. She only had 8 hours left, and she was sent on a six month mission in Bulgaria.

But it was over now, and she wanted nothing more to put on that timer and wait for 8 hours, 56 minutes and 12 seconds to meet her soulmate.

As she entered the Avengers Headquarters, she is hit with a variety of emotions. Upstairs she can sense the peacefulness of sleep that her team feel. She was technically back early from her mission, so no wonder no one stayed up.

The other emotion was an unfamiliar one. She had known her team for so long that she could figure out who was feeling was, but this emotion was new. It was anger, shame, and panic all in one.

She stopped just at the door, zeroing in on the building and seeking out any sounds she could hear. Aside from the sleep talking from Sam and the snores from Steve, the only thing she could hear were grunts and huffs from one of the rooms on the top floor.

(Y/N) stealthily crept upstairs all the way to the top floor. She was good at being quiet, and if anything, she could manipulate it to where the unknown person couldn’t hear.

She furrowed her brow as she observed all the lights were off, glancing around in the dark as she approached the door of the sparring room.

The man had three knives as he turned towards to face her, and she couldn’t help but act on impulse when he lifted his left hand.

She didn’t even realize what she was doing when she had grasped his wrist and flipped until he was laying on the floor. She had grabbed the knives and held on to this guy’s throat while she held down the..metal arm?

“What the fuck?” The guy snarled, his long locks in his face as he tried to comprehend what just happened.

“Who are you? And what do you want?” (Y/N) snapped.

“I could ask you the same thing. How the hell did you even get in here?” He retorted,“I didn’t hear anyone come in, so how the fuck did you do it?”

“You are not the one to be asking questions, intruder.” She informed him.

“I live here!”

“No, you don’t! I would know if you lived here cause I fucking live here!” She exclaimed, pressing the knife under his chin.

“I’ve been here for 4 months and never once have seen you, so clearly you don’t.” He commented,“Let. Me. Up.”

“That’s because I have been on a mission, because that’s my job, you dumbass. Now, who the hell are you?”

“You really don’t know who I am?” He shot back.

“You’d think my look of confused and the knife to your throat would have answered that for you.”

“I’m James Barnes, now get out off of me before I throw you across the room, little girl.”

“Fuck off.”

She didn’t even register what happened until she was half across the room, wincing from the pain of being thrown and crashing into the floor.

“I suggest you fuck off.” He snapped,“Now, if you don’t mind I would like to continue training with out being bothered.”

(Y/N) stared at him before picking herself up off the ground and marching off to Natasha’s room. She practically pulling the redhead out of bed and into her room so she could unpack.

“Who the fuck is this Barnes guy?” She asked without even greeting her.

“Hi, I’m fine. And I missed you too.” Natasha replied sarcastically.

She just rolled her eyes,“Seriously, I come home and there is this…guy with metal arm throwing fucking knives at 2 AM in the morning.”

Natasha yawned,“He’s Steve’s best friend from the war. Winter Soldier, and all.”

That’s when it clicked.“Winter Soldier. Shit, that the guy the Hydra agent was talking about before I took him down.” She mumbled, sitting on the bed.“That was him?”

Natasha nodded,“Yeah. Been through a lot too. You should probably give him time to adjust to you, be nice in all. He’s not very open, and he doesn’t really like people prying into his life. But I think you guys will understand each other a lot.”

“Yeah…I don’t know about that.” She whispered,“Seeing as I just attacked him..”

Natasha gave her a look of “why the fuck would you do that”. (Y/N) just smiled innocently.

“You know what?” Natasha said,“We’ll deal with this in the morning, okay? I’m too tired to deal with it now.” She got up from the bed and headed for the door.

“Hey, Nat?” (Y/N) called out before she was out the door.


“I missed you too.”

Natasha smiled at her,“Get some sleep, and put your timer back on. Eight hours, remember?”

(Y/N) broke out in a grin as Natasha left, and she immediately went to get the bracelet out of her bedside drawer.

She slipped it on, and clicked the back so it would start to take her heart beat.

Once she was settled in bed, she glanced at the timer. 00: 08 : 50 : 34 .

She was gonna find him tomorrow, and nothing could ruin that.

00: 00 : 49 : 01

The sun filled the room, but the numbers on the timer filled (Y/N) with excitement. She had never gotten out of bed so fast, and headed to the shower.

The last thing she wanted was to look like a complete and utter disaster when she met her perfect match.

So, she cleaned herself and dressed in the cutest but casual thing she could wear. It was black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a red unbutton flannel with a tank top under it. She let her hair down into his natural look, and she didn’t touch her makeup.

She took a deep breath and did want she always did in the morning, which was listen in to the conversation in the entertainment room.

“Buck, I think you need to calm down. She was still running of the adrenaline of her mission, and she saw you as a threat-”

“But I’m not a threat, Steve!” Bucky insisted.

“Be quiet!” Natasha whispered-yelled,“If she hears us making noise, she might try to listen in and the last thing you want is for her to pissed at you, Bucky.”

“I don’t care how she feeling about me. I don’t like her, Natasha. She’s rude, impulsive, and she seems like a control freak.”

She stopped listening after that, glancing down at the timer reading 00: 00: 07: 59. It made her smile, filling her with the same hope it always did.

She ventured outside her room, finding her way to the kitchen to make herself a bowel of cereal. (Y/N) finished up her ridiculously full bowel of cereal and went to go into one of the other rooms to sit on the couch.

But when she turned the corner, she collided with someone taller than her. They sent her cereal and milk went flying, seeping into their clothes. The aura wasn’t not a positive one. She was invaded with a sense of anger and annoyance.

To make matters worse, she looked up to meet those icy blue eyes of Bucky Barnes and suddenly the clock hit zero and this little happy beep went off.

The whole room went silent and the sound seemed to echo off the walls as Bucky huffed out in annoyance. It wasn’t until then that (Y/N) had realized how attractive Bucky was, with his bulging biceps and pretty eyes. He was really fucking hot, especially when he was angry but that’s not the point. He also happened to hate (Y/N) as of right now.

She was also confused. She only heard one beep, her eyes darting to his left arm and suddenly she remembered the stories. Bucky Barnes…fallen off the train and his arm had been completely ripped from him. She never realized that it was his left. The metal arm. He didn’t have a timer. He had no idea.

“What the hell is that sound?” Bucky questioned with his brows furrowed and his lip pulled into a tight, frustrated frown.

Fly By Love

Of all the planes in the sky, steely blue–
Flying here and there, headed who-knows-where–
The one that will, finally, bring me you
Is what I wait for, in hopeful despair.

For now, I’m making the paper kind soar,
Like elegant starlings starring the sky,
Watching them settle on the ground once more;
I’m grounded when, to you, I long to fly.

I take up my skirt in both aching hands
And twirl, my love for you making me trill,
Spinning until I can no longer stand…
The earth absorbing my tears as they spill.

Will you, I wonder, still want to be mine?
I hope you still think I’m “the one” offline.

Through the Night (밤편지)

Hello guys! this is a long fic ever I’ve written in my second language. After I finised with 1837 word counts, I was like omg, what lawlu fandom did to me, how did I write it?

Again, without the big help for them, this fic wouldn’t be completed @lululawlawlu and @haigidal  THEY BOTH ARE COOL! DON’T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THEIR TUMBLR! 

By the way, plese enjoy it! 

SUMMARY:: I asked him how can we know when we love someone, and this is how Torao answered.

“Why don’t you wake up at 2 AM.  Go to the deck. Watch the stars and the moon, to appreciate how amazing the night sky can be even though they are unreachable.”

“I know the sky with the moon and the shining stars are beautiful, but how does that answer my question, stupid Torao!”

“Because.” Torao said calmly, “When you love someone, you are going to feel like you’re gazing at a distant star when you look in his eyes. So bright that you don’t know if the stars exist anymore, because every goddamn star is in his eyes, more real to you than anything you’ve ever seen.”

                                    Through the Night (밤편지) 


I’m hungry.

Even though we had just finished a party in the evening, and because today gave me a feeling that we should hold a party for whatever reason, I didn’t care but I am a captain so everyone had to do what I said. I ate and (tried to) steal my friend’s food a lot, drank Torao’s beer because that man was sick so he couldn’t join the party. Instead, he had to sleep in the infirmary room. I felt sad for him that he missed the party- our party with meat! If I were him, I would never skip it. Torao is a serious man who believes that the only thing I do is making trouble or do some-funny-stupid-things. I disagreed- because what is the point to enjoy your life if you’re always serious with everything?

Life is a mixed-meat buffet and we won’t know which kind of meat is good or worse, so that’s the reason why we shouldn’t use our heads too much. In the end, we still have to eat it, because to throw the meat away is a crime. I can’t forgive anyone who would do that! (Except for if they give it to me, which only Torao would do. No way in hell Nami, Zoro or Sanji would give meat to me, they always complained about how I ate too much!)

Before I went to the party. I had been trying to convince Torao to stay with me on the deck so I could have looked after him because who the hell knows if Torao would behave well, stay in his bed or eat pills that Chopper ordered him to eat. Nevertheless, Robin told me that Torao was a doctor so I had no need to worry about him, and yes, stupid Torao had to agree with her, offering his meal to me because he didn’t want to eat anything. Yeah, it should have been like that but I couldn’t help myself from worrying about him.

Why couldn’t the smart ones like Robin and Torao see my point?  Yet, they considered themselves the smart ones- especially Torao whom I could easily recall was making his face for when he looked at me like I’m an idiot. No, mister, sometimes you were as stupid as me.Plus, with his over thinking habit, he was destroying himself to the point that his smile was rarer than gold. Rarely did I see his smile. I knew for the first time that his smile was the best!

Oh god, I was thinking about Torao too much. I needed to stop now before I got lost in Toraoland again. I decided to ignore his grumpy face that showed up in my mind and walked on tiptoes to the kitchen. After that, I pulled the refrigerator handle to open it, but it was locked! How!? That surprised me because I had hidden the lock in the gym so confidently that Sanji had no chance to find it. If I remembered right, Sanji had only one lock. Then how could he find it? Did Zoro help him? I was going to ask him tomorrow. Zoro should know better, that we can’t live without food, so why the hell did he do this to me!  

Fuck you, Zoro. I swore by tomorrow every sake bottle would be gone.

I was really pissed off now that I wanted to kick Zoro’s ass but my stomach was growling hard. I didn’t have enough energy. I was dying of hunger.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled to myself, “why doesn’t Torao wake up now so he can use his power to open this damn refrigerator! I’m so hungry…”

I did the math in my head. What should I do next with empty stomach? A moment passed to the conclusion that maybe, I should watch the night sky so I could forget the hunger.

I had walked to the front deck before I froze. My body couldn’t do anything. Even breathing became so hard and my eyes couldn’t look any other way except at that wonderful thing - the thing I didn’t expect to see.

 In the night sky that should make us apart, there existed the moon which was shining through by its light, covering the surface of the endless sea. But only the showing path isn’t enough to confront us. We need a little more hope to tell us that tomorrow will come. There they were, the countless stars which embraced the lonely moon.

He was standing there under the moonlight which was sharpening the features of his body. His wide shoulders in the long white t-shirt, his dark hair color that has a hint of blue, and his tall body. Despite the fact that I could see only his back, my heart was racing so fast that I was afraid he could notice me because of the heart’s beating sound. Well, I didn’t know how someone could look as good as if he had just walked out of the fairy tale book I’d seen one, but now he was there, on my ship, watching the night sky alone.

One memory popped up in my brain out of the blue. It was the day before yesterday. Torao read a drama fiction to me due to his reason that he couldn’t ignore my stubborn ‘play with me Torao’ mode so he had decided to read for me. It was quite a surprise that I found his fiction book was more interesting than I had thought, however, there was one thing I couldn’t understand clearly so I asked him -

“Why do they (the main characters) kiss so much? It’s going to piss me off!”

Torao stared at me, then his lips curved a bit into a small smile.

A deep thought inside me wanted to make him smile more, every time, with me, me alone. Never did I know how selfish I could become until Torao had walked into my life and I had no idea why.

“Because they love each other, and kissing is one of many ways to show how much you love someone, but sometimes you don’t have to love someone enough to kiss him.”

“It sounds complicated… Does it mean Zoro and Sanji are a couple because I’ve seen them kiss one time before.”

Torao’s face became red as if somebody had painted his cheeks with tomato juice while his golden eyes turned the other way.

“I don’t know, but I think there is something going on between them. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. You should ask them by yourself. I’m sure they will tell you.”

“Then how do you know when you love someone, Torao?”

“Why do you ask me, Straw Hat-ya? Go to ask Blackleg-ya!”

I bit my lip. Something told me this question must be resolved by his answer, not Sanji who is the love professional. I stared into his eyes and he did the same. We stared at each other a while until he was the first one to break it. Torao sighed heavily, looking at me like he didn’t know what to do with me anymore. He didn’t have to think about it. It was stupid, just do it! I don’t mind as long as Torao was the one who did!

“Why don’t you wake up at 2 AM.  Go to the deck. Watch the stars and the moon, to appreciate how amazing the night sky can be even though they are unreachable.”

“I know the sky with moon and shining stars are beautiful, but how does it answer my question, stupid Torao!”

“Because.” Torao said calmly, “When you love someone, you are going to feel like you’re gazing at a distant star in his eyes. So bright that you don’t know if the stars exist because every goddamn star is in his eyes, more real to you than anything you’ve ever seen.”



I asked. Then he turned his back to face me. It was Torao, but why? Shouldn’t he have been sleeping now? He was sick! He should have been asleep now, absolutely not to standing here, alone, at 2 AM.

"What’re you doing here?”

I walked faster to him than I meant to because my legs wouldn’t listen to my brain then, stopping automatically in front of the other. When I saw him clearly, I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I knew Torao was a handsome looking man with his tall body, the rebellion earrings, the black ink tattoos, and also that I’m cool and I don’t give a fuck about you face. But the problem was this: to be too god-damn good in this thin shirt was too much, I couldn’t accept it! I didn’t want him to wear the white t-shirt again, and please don’t look at me with those dangerous eyes. I could have screamed out, waking everybody out of the blue because of it!

His golden eyes were shining like his piercing earrings.

"The stars.”

I blurted out.


“The stars…”

I could see the sparkling stars in his eyes, it was too bright and so fantastic. It took me a lot of effort to take my eyes off of him. So hard, it was so hard to look somewhere else except his eyes but I needed to prove one thing. Then I watched the stars in the night sky, wondering why they weren’t as bright as those I saw in Torao’s eyes.

Nami told me once the stars were real, no faking one. If we were lost, we should look for the brightest star in the north. I tried to look for the brightest star in the enormous sky but it was nowhere.

Then I looked into Torao’s eyes again.

Oh, I found it.

It was there.

The brightest star was there in his golden eyes.

“Straw Hat-ya?”

Because of his voice, every single piece that had been up in the air was putting itself back together into the picture that I never knew it was before.

The stars were too bright and unreachable. I didn’t know what was real anymore.

I pulled him to me, then kissed him.

Kissing was neither as hard nor as bad as I thought. Instead, it was like cotton candy, coffee, a winter kiss, a sea wind, being mixed up into a drug.

When I used my tongue in his mouth. I knew instantly that everything I’d been looking for was lying here.

Was it real?

Am I real?

Is he real?

Did he kiss me back?

I don’t want to know anymore.

I pulled him away then pushed him hard onto his back, kissing him over and over again until I found out where the real stars existed.

Fire Emblem: Fates Confessions
  • “I’m so glad I didn’t mess this up. I love you.”
  • “Please forgive my many faults, and promise to stay with me forever.”
  • “I finally know what true happiness is." 
  • "No matter what happens, dear love, I will always be with you.”
  • “I somehow feel that I have always loved you.”
  • “Together, we will save this world." 
  • "Please, never let me go.”
  • “I love you. The flame in my heart will never die.” 
  • “Thanks to you, I now know what true love is.”
  • “I’ve never felt this way before. My heart is beating so fast.”
  • “I promise to be a great wife! I love you more than anything ever!”
  • “I’m so glad you told me so! I love you too." 
  • "We’ll be the best couple in the world.”
  • “Nothing is stronger than my love for you. Except my biceps.”
  • “I knew we’d wind up together, even before I met you. I read it in the cards.”
  • “Somehow, you always saw who I really was behind my veil of darkness. I had forgotten what love felt like. But this is it. This is love. Thank you.”
  • “You never left my mind since the day you’ve been gone.”
  • “We’re a real family now. And I love my family more than anything.”
  • “We will always be happy, so long as we’re together.”
  • “You’re lucky to be marrying me. Just don’t screw it up.”
  • “I wish I loved the world as much as you do. Please, stay with me until then.”
  • “This warm, cozy feeling… is this happiness? I only now realize that I love you.”
  • “To tell you the truth, I love you too. I’ll never be a traditional wife, but I’ll keep you safe for the rest of our lives.”
  • “I know nothing will ever come between us! Because I’ll eviscerate anyone who tries.”
  • “I love you, darling. I’ve always dreamed of this moment. I did think there would be more golden things around, though…”
  • “It’s wonderful to know that you love me too. It feels like a dream. We must go tell everyone at once.”
  • “it’s just wonderful to finally know how you feel.”
  • “I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life with you. Even if your proposal is pretty weak..”
  • “You’ve opened up a whole new world to me. Let’s explore it together.”
  • “I love you! I’m sure you, me, and your children will make a perfect family!”
  • “True love is so sweet. Like the sweetest thing ever. Except maybe a box of chocolate…”
  • “Aw, you’re the best! Get ready for a love tackle!”
  • “I knew you were special when I saw how much daddy respects you!”
  • “How can it be that at the happiest moment of my life, I cannot think of a haiku?”
  • “Fate has chosen us. The moon and the stars bless our union. The constellations celebrate our love. You and I, forever into eternity.”
  • “Our love is eternal. Somehow I just know it. If we cross paths again in a distant future, dear love, promise you’ll remember me. Promise.”
  • “I love you more than all the cute things in the world combined! This is kind of embarrassing, but stay with me forever… promise?”
  • “I’ve got you right where I want you. And I’m never going to let go.”
  • “My wildest dreams are coming to life! Let’s see what the future holds.”
  • “Being with you makes me feel like nice things will keep coming. Is it ok I still love money a little more than you?”
  • “I love you. I was always afraid to say it, but from now on I will tell you every single day.”
  • “My liege– My love. I… adore you with all my being. I promise to treasure you forever, and to keep you in my heart always.”
  • “I’ve always cherished you as my best friend, but now you’re so much more. I love you, and I’m honored to be your partner in this life.”
  • “Darling, you’re the very picture of perfection, and we’re so perfect together.”
  • “Your love is as sweet as the sweet, sweet smell of justice. I love you more than anything. But don’t tell justice I said so!”
  • “I guess I can’t be shy around you anymore.”
  • “The stars shall go dark before my devotion to you fades! I mean– I love you.”
  • “I’m so happy to have found you on this plane of existence! Nirvana awaits.”
  • “Do you have any idea what you’re getting into? I sure hope not.”
  • “Let’s write the next chapter of our lives together.”
  • “I love you and only you. Your smile makes life worth living. I promise to keep you safe.”
  • “Please don’t ever go away! I really love you, you know? I will make sure to keep you safe, my one and only princess!”
  • “The only thing that scares me is how much I love you.”
  • “If you were aiming for my heart, you’ve struck true.”
  • “I’ve hidden my feelings for so long. I can’t believe you felt the same way all this time.”
  • “My love is as pretty as a diamond and twice as eternal. Even if you get sick me, I’ll always love you. I mean it. Always, and forever.”
  • “You’re my greatest treasure of all, and you smell the nicest. Hope you’re ready to be really happy. From now on, I’m keeping you all to myself.”
  • “Our past may be broken, but our future is stronger than iron.”
  • “I love you truly. I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long." 
  • "You are my precious wife now. It is my honor and duty to keep you safe at all costs.”
  • “This dream was built to last. No matter where the future takes us.”
  • “We were destined to be together I’m not even making that up.”
  • “We will make new memories together every day.”
  • “You are a remarkable human being. Let us be joined forever.”
  • “Of all the songs I know, none of them can capture how deeply I love you. No sound is sweeter than your voice.”
  • “I don’t lift a finger for just anyone, but I would do anything in the world for you.”
  • “I’m stronger with you at my side. Stay with me forever.”
  • “I’m still full of shortcomings, but I promise that someday I’ll be a man worthy of your company. I can do anything if it’s for you, my love.”
  • “Guess I’m not the only archer around here. You got me right through the heart, you know? And I couldn’t be happier.”
  • “I love you for who you are as I know you love me. What a lovely pair we make! May love always triumph over ignorance.”
  • “You’re sweeter than sweets, my sweet! Let’s celebrate our delicious love with a giant wedding cake! I’m serious. Biggest. Cake. Ever.”
  • “I used to be afraid of commitment. And then I met you.”
  • “Our love is stronger than the world’s most pungent pickle. Won’t you dive into the brine with me?”
  • “Oh, gosh. I really am lucky! I get to marry you and ride a dragon every day?”

Aries —
you remind me so much of my mother. it’s too late for me to free her, but not too late to free you. I’ll take good care of you; keep the flames your spirit is made of alive, fan them high, high, higher. you’re worth so much more than other people measure, worth so much more than you’re willing to sell yourself for. I’ll show you your colors seen through my eyes, if you’ll let me.

Taurus —
you’re going to break my heart, and I’m going to let you. I wish I could find it in me to regret it, to stop it all before it happens, but by god, I cannot. you’re so far from perfect it’s ridiculous, and somehow all these flaws make you all the more radiant; you burn bright, white-hot and kind like springtime sun, and I’ll sing hallelujah when you’ll char me down to dust and ashes.

Gemini —
I wish you’d spend less time turning yourself into what the world wants to see. you aren’t a canvas for others to draw stickmen onto; you’re so much more, deep down where you haven’t let anyone mar you. I guess I just wonder what made you hate yourself so much you forgot you’ve got the hanging gardens swinging from your lungs with every breath you take.

Cancer —
i’m sorry I can’t keep the promise I made you. we won’t get to grow old together, won’t get to raise our children across the hall from eachother, won’t get to hold hands all the way into our old age. I’ll come have coffee on your balcony, though, if you’ll have me; and I hope that all the wrinkles on your face will be from laughing. I hope life will be as kind to you as you were to me.

Leo —
I wish your mother had taught you how to love. maybe then neither of us would have such shaky, clumsy hands; maybe you’d be able to read my eyes, the vivid space between my words. a world thrives there, a kingdom of ash and ruin and so much life, a kingdom built on my heart. I wish so badly you’d see it; but you’re blind to all of it, so blind, and it’s killing me inside.

Virgo —
maybe it’s unfair of me to say this, but you were the only good thing in my life; still are. you were so beautiful, so kind. the whole of Eden was lodged between your lungs, and I had found my solace, there, in the soil underneath your ribs. you never kissed me like the world was ending; you always kissed me like we were deathless, infinite, and that was your only lie. you became the earth’s bride, and it hurt so much, so much, to be the one who lead you to the altar. I miss you.

Libra —
surprisingly, I don’t hate you. maybe I would’ve, if we were both entirely different people; you fucked up my entire life, but I don’t hate you, no. you just disgust me, so much my whole body shakes with it and I want to vomit my heart and brains out. and yet, I find myself pitying you – you’re nothing but a small man who didn’t know what to do with his mouth and hands, who barely had enough room for himself inside his heart. don’t ever say my name again, and maybe I’ll forgive you, if only just a little, for what you’ve done to me.

Scorpio —
you and I are so alike, it’s frightening. please be at ease, if you were ever concerned; I will not repeat your mistakes. I will not let myself be walked all over, and I will put myself first. you drowned out the world and sunk yourself in the process, found salvation at the bottom of the bottle. I will save myself by shattering the glass, not choking on it.

Sagittarius —
I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you wanted me to. I’m sorry I will never be able to. I’m sorry you have to take what you can, all because that’s the best I’m able to offer. I’m sorry I’m your whole world, because I’m dead on my feet and all I carry around are hopes like stars in the sky and milennia’s worth of hurt – both distant, both bad for your heart. I’m sorry, so sorry, for having made a graveyard out of you when I have no desire to bury myself in it.

Capricorn —
they’ve lied to you. it doesn’t get better, no matter how much you want it to or try to make it so. you are a battlefield, always will be, and as time goes on, the only thing that will change is the amount of blood on your hands and wounds carving you hollow, piece by piece, until you’ll barely be able to tell who’s looking back at you from behind the cracks in the mirror. hope is your only salvation, but we both know what hope is: placebo for the dying.

Aquarius —
you already have a vague idea of just how much you mean to me; you’ll never know the full extent of it, though, because not even I can quite tell the depths of the feeling. it’s alright; that’s not what we’re talking about today. today we’re talking about the life coiling in your belly, climbing up your esophagus, wrapping itself around your lungs. today we’re talking about what you are: a birther, a caregiver, a healer. please always remembers what your hands and mouth are meant for, as clumsy as they may often prove to be.

Pisces —
congratulations, idiot. you’re the living proof that even I can be wrong sometimes, and god, just how horribly wrong. you were such a good, kind boy when we first met – when the hell did you turn into this? I wasn’t even gone, and yet you still managed to turn yourself into almost everything I stand against before I’d even blinked. if there’s even one piece of who you used to be left roaming inside, if you care about me even just a little, then you’ll snap out of it, because I cannot bear watching you become a monster. this isn’t who you are. you are a free spirit, a kind spirit; a considerate person, a caring person, a bleeding heart. please, please snap out of it.

—  anecdotes for the signs, L. Schreiber
arctic monkeys lyrics meme


  • they’d probably like to throw a punch at me.
  • i’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.
  • i’m a mad motherfucker.
  • you’re a rule breaker, baby.


  • ain’t it just like you to kiss me and then hit the road?
  • it’s not like i’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good
  • i’m trying to change your mind.
  • i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake.
  • you and me could have been a team.
  • i’m a puppet on a string.
  • satisfaction feels like a distant memory.
  • unfair we’re not somewhere misbehaving.
  • will you pour me one for the road?
  • i can’t explain but i want to try.  
  • it’s kinda strange now you’re gone
  • have you no idea that you’re in deep?
  • i dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
  • ‘cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you.
  • was sorta hoping that you’d stay.
  • maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.
  • we could be together if you wanted to.
  • you call the shots, babe.
  • maybe i just wanna be yours.   
  • if i had a heart you’re the one who should break it.


  • you look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel.  
  • i’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts.
  • i’m hanging on by the rings around my eyes.
  • be cruel to me 'cause i’m a fool for you.
  • that’s not a skirt, girl, that’s a sawn-off shotgun and i can only hope you’ve got it aimed at me.
  • baby, i was made to break your heart.


  • can I call you her name?
  • there’s absolutely nothing for us here. 


  • try and keep your trousers on.
  • i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.
  • i crumble completely when you cry.
  • it seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye.
  • take off your wedding ring.
  • do me a favor, tell me to go away.
  • stop flattering yourself.
  • perhaps 'fuck off’ might be too kind.

Say, baby… can I be Your slave? I’ve got to admit girl you’re the shit girl… and I’m digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar… or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun. Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child… wide as a field of jasmine and clover? Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah. Shit. Who am I? It’s not important.. But me they call me brother to the night. And right now… I’m the blues in yourleft thigh… trying to become the funk in your right. Who am I? I’ll be whoever you say? But right now I’m the sight-raped hunter… blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want to give you injections… of sublime erections… and get you to dance to my rhythm… make you dream archetypes… of black angels in flight… upon wings of distorted, contorted… metaphoric jizm. Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain’t worried about him. It’s you who I want to step to my scene. ‘cause rather the deal with the fallacy… of this dry-ass reality… I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream. Who am I? Well, they call me Brother to the night. And right now I’m the blues in your left thigh… trying to become the funk in your right. Is that all right? ~Darius Lovehall. - Love Jones (1997)

Originally posted by blckcinema

pakiratomusu  asked:

Can I have yandare Genji scenario where his s/o menage to run away and lock themselfs but now Genji is right behind the door?

Of course you can! I do love me some Yandere!Genji. Also, sorry that this is ate but I was actually very sick, I was really down for the count. I hope to have my inbox ceared out very soon though, so expect more updates!

I hope you enjoy!

The hallway is a long one, and if you weren’t so terrified you might have laughed at the irony of seeing the yellow-gold light of your room in the distance.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Pressing yourself to go faster, and not even daring to think of looking behind you, you could not hear the footsteps of your lover behind you, but that did not mean he was not there. The softness of his steps, like cats paws, belied his words as they grew steadily more jerky and slurred out in his heated, mad, haze.
“Y/N, don’t you want to…hug me and don’t let go Y/N because I…why run so fast? Don’t strain…”
The words coud barely be caught over the rush in your ears and the thudding of your heart. The light of the stars outside the windows were so bright yet so distant, and in your hysteria you thought back to the days when you were ignorant and blind and happy and in love and you would sit beneath these same stars with your lover and smile.
Oh, how things change.
You nearly fell into the room rather then ran into it, and with not a second to spare you slammed the door shut so hard the ringing of it made you wince. You went to lock it, but your heart stopped as you saw a familiar katana wedged in the door frame, keeping the door, your one barrier and protection, from shutting completely.
In your adrenaline, you didn’t notice the long, thin cut it had opened on your shoulder. You felt no pain.
Not yet.
Hoding a hand to your lips, you tried to stifle the sobs and hiccups that threatened to double you over in fear as Genji began to work the sword like a lever to try and pry the door open wider. You pressed against the door with all of your weight, praying that he would fail.
“Y/N, please let me in. I have only one desire in this world: To love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you, love you, love you, only you, I promise you its only you. I adore you so much. Y/N don’t cry, okay? Just come out…”
The sweetness in his voice was disgusting and in another time and place, you might have wanted to hear it. But now?
You struggled to speak through your sniffles.
“You- hic- can’t- love me. Not- hic- if you- would do something- hic- something like this.”
The movement behind the door paused, but you did not dare relax.
You could only clamp your ears as Genji began screaming.
“I love you more than myself! More than anything in this world! What ese do I have to do to prove this to you? I have brought down those who have harmed you-”
You choked up at the thought of all the friends you had lost,
“Taken you away from things that would hurt you-”
The thoughts of the things you had missed out on-
“All I need is for you to love me and make the wretched body a whole! Is this so hard for you?”
You finally collasped into tears, unable to breathe almost as the weight of you situation hit you. Genji stopped, and immediantly began trying to soothe you through the door.
“Oh hush, sshh Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, hush now, it’s all right, I would never realy hurt you, hush, hush, hush…”
The weight from behind the door where your back was pressed disappeared, and you heard the sound of metal shifting as Genji removed his blade and dropped to his knees to speak into the crack in the door frame next to where you had slid down and now lay huddled in a ball, tears streaming down your face.
“Sshh, hush sweet one, I’m just trying to help you, come now, won’t you let me come in to comfort and heal you? There is blood on this blade, I know it is yours, come on, come out, hush now, do not cry…”
You shivered, feeling exhausted and sore now that the pain from the cut on your shoulder had set in. The soothing words stopped and were repaced by an tone you had no desire to hear now, nor ever again.
“Fine then.” The sword was once again shoved through the door frame, catching your side this time. You yelped out in pain, and Genji ignored you.
“Do not worry my love, if this is a task that you need me to pass, then rest assured…”
The sword began to glow green.
“I will pass with flying colors.”
Your mind raced to find a way out of this, but there was no escape.
“I just want you to leave me alone…”
Silence fell once more as Genji paused.
“I cannot.”


You had been a part of Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities for a few weeks and despite being surrounded by other freaks you had never felt more alone. You liked the people you met; they were all very friendly but you felt like you didn’t quite fit. Everyone was so close, a family, but you were the newbie, the one that awkwardly stumbled around camp wondering what to do because you honestly didn’t know.

You had asked Elsa for an act in hopes that maybe that would help but she just patted your cheek and told you that she couldn’t possibly give you an act until you showed some sort of talent. So you kept to yourself.

You helped Ethel cook, played with Ma Petite, and laughed along with everyone when they joked about how shy and awkward you are.

Loneliness wasn’t something you thought you’d feel surrounded by your kind but yet that was all you could feel. After a while you started your own ritual of sitting on top of your caravan at night, just thinking; it was the only time you felt at peace.

One night you were sitting on top of your caravan when you heard a voice ask “Do you do this every night?” You tensed ‘great the one person to find me is Jimmy’. Being around Jimmy was especially hard, he was beautiful, and kind, and funny, and you just felt awkward around him. He could never feel the same way you do so it was just easier to ignore him.

“[Y/N]?” you heard Jimmy ask now that he was on top of the caravan with you.

“Yeah, I guess.” you said fiddling with the ends of your dress.

“Why?” he asked scooting closer.

“Helps me not feel so lonely. If I can focus on the stars then I don’t feel like I’m alone in the world.” you mumbled “I know it’s dumb.”

“No! Its not, not to me at least.” he said smiling “My only question is why do you feel lonely? Everyone here loves you.” you looked up.

“I don’t fit, I’m not a member of your little family. I’m awkward and shy. I’m not strong like Ethel, or kind like Ma Petite. I’m not beautiful like you or Evie either.” you said with a huff.

“What?” he said furrowing his eyebrows together before cracking a smile. “Did you just say that I’m beautiful?” he asked, your eyes went wide as your face turned bright pink.

“No! I’m mean yes- I mean you are really attrac–” before you could finish babbling Jimmy pressed his lips to yours. Your lips moved together in sync, it wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t rushed, it was sweet, and perfect.

At a short while Jimmy pulled away. You felt almost in a daze, Jimmy had kissed you. You both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Jimmy?” you asked quietly

“You do fit [Y/N], you fit right here with us. You are strong like my ma, you are kind like Ma Petite, and between you and me you’re the prettiest one here.” he said smiling never looking away from your eyes.

“Jimmy, do you love me?” you asked

“Yeah [Y/N], I do.” you smiled before kissing him again.

You both stayed on top of the caravan looking at the stars in each others arms for the rest of the night. The feeling of the loneliness because nothing more than a distant memory and you headed into a future at the Freakshow feeling loved and wanted, with Jimmy by your side.


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