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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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perfectly wrong | seven

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 1.8k

chapter warnings: cussing, mentions of sex, yoongi being a good bestfriend, nothing too crazy cause the next chapter gets a lil crazy lol

notes: shit is about to go down, so please stick with me :) so grateful for each and every one of you showing love to this fanfic!!! it means the world to me 🥺

tags: @soulstaes @apollukee @imluckybitches @btsis7okay @ppangiiroo @gee-nee @enchantaeduniverse @miinoongi @thedarkwinterrose (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

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You continued to paint on the huge canvas posted up on the easel in the corner of your living room while Yoongi sat on your couch, scribbling things in his notebook for class. He decided to chill at your place because his roommate was getting on his last nerve and you offered for him to stay the night if he wanted to.

You and Taehyung hadn't seen each other as often as you used to, and you're wondering if it's because of the way you've responded to him the past times you've seen him. Could he handle it? Was he truly upset about Jungkook? You don't know, and it kind of sucks you haven't seen him, but you aren't going to mope around over someone who wasn't yours. Part of you was starting to become put off and not in the mood.

"So." Yoongi breaks the silence as he continues to scribble in his notebook.

"Uh oh, this will be good." You chuckle.

"I'm sure it will be." He turns to look at you. "Wanna tell me what's going on with you and Taehyung?" You damn near choke on your own saliva hearing both of your names together in one sentence, especially coming from Yoongi.

"Come again?" He shows his huge gummy smile before laughing at how flustered you look.

"The other two might not have a clue, but I've been onto you. What was up at the cafe?"

"Nothing? Just two people formally meeting for the first time."

"Y/N, please don't try and play me, okay? That was not the first time."

"What are you trying to say, Yoongi?" You put down your brush and give him your utmost attention.

"That you and Taehyung have something going on."

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about." Is all you can say because Yoongi is smart and he's very observant. If there is one person you'll have trouble hiding from - it's Min Yoongi.

"Look, you know I don't come with any judgments, that's not me. But I know you've been seeing him and you don't have to lie to me to cover it up." You sigh and tilt your head upwards before looking back at him.

"I really do hate you sometimes, you know?"

"I'll take it as love." He chuckles. "So, when did this start?"

"It's been a few months already. Wait - how did you even know about this?"

"I see and observe things, duh." He laughed. "Nah but really, it's Taehyung. His name gets around like crazy, along with whoever he's onto."

"Please don't say it like that."

"Why do you want me to sugarcoat it, Y/N? Out of all people, you'd definitely know it's true firsthand."

"Whatever." You shake your head.

"The word nowadays is that he's been dropping his line of girls cause he's trying to go for a specific chick. They're all mad he just upped and ghosted for whoever this chick is."

"Please, he's playing the same fucking game he always does. You really believe that?"

"Then why are you sticking around if you know how he is? I know it's you he's going for. It was so obvious at the cafe. That fool probably doesn't know one thing about getting a cafe up and ready. He's probably only doing it to show off and get closer to you. Jimin for sure had him on that one."

"I don't know, okay? I really don't. I guess it's just been the thrill and the attention from him that's been hard to stay away from. I don't know what else I can tell you."

"Yeah, I get that, trust me. But if you know he's ultimately going to hurt you, then wouldn't that be enough for you to walk away?"

"I wish it was." You fiddle with your fingers. "Part of me is really holding onto this thin thread of hope that he'll be different or that he'll change because of me. But, I know it's impossible to think that way cause once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy? Plus, who am I to think that?" You tilt your head in frustration. "It was never supposed to get this complicated. We said we'd keep it lowkey. No complications, no getting to know each other, nothing."

"I'm going to play devil's advocate and say no, I don't think it's impossible for him to change especially if he's found the right girl that he deems is worth the change. I mean, it's been going on for a few months right? No matter what you guys said in the beginning, you're going to have some kind of emotional attachment to each other after a period of time."

"Yeah, I know."

"Jin hyung doesn't know, does he?"

"Hell no, and right now, I plan on keeping it that way because I'd hate to disappoint him. He's always known me to be someone who could stand their ground. He taught me that. But it all goes out the window with this stupid boy."

"You have a soft spot for Taehyung." Yoongi smirked.

"No, don't start."

"Hey, I'm just calling it like it is. He apparently does for you, too."

"Well, I'm not falling for that shit. I've barely seen him this past week and I know he's probably going back to his usual ways."

"Look, you know I love you right? I'll ride or die for you any day. But this is definitely your battle and you need to keep being smart. Don't let him hurt you, I know you know better than that. I'd hate to see you crying over someone like him because you deserve all the good things in this world for how great of a person you are. If he can't appreciate you, then that's on him for passing on a good woman."

"I know, Yoongs. Thank you." You smile softly at him. The one thing you really loved about your friends was the fact that they wouldn't hesitate to protect you and let you know how much you meant to them.

"No I love you back?"

"I love you, too." You groaned. "God, all three of you are so needy."

"Aiyyyyyyy! Don't be mean. You know you'd be lost without us."

"That's a bold statement." He chucks a crumpled piece of paper at you, making you laugh.

"Are you gonna tell Hoseok and Jungkookie?" You shook your head.

"Not right now."

"But what if they find out before you can tell them?"

"Let's hope they don't. I just have too much on my plate right now to be talking about my late nights with the campus fuckboy."

"When you left Hoseok's, you went to Taehyung's didn't you?"

"Why ask when you already know, Min Yoongi?"

"I just like to hear it so I can tease you." He laughed loudly. "Can you please just tell them before it gets out of hand?"

"I will, I will." You say, hoping he'll leave it alone at this point. Which, he does get the hint by silently nodding.

"Mind if I start cooking us dinner?" He asks as he makes his way to the kitchen to grab the groceries he brought from out of the fridge.

"Go for it." You continue to paint while Yoongi is whipping up something good as always. Once dinner was cooked, you two eat dinner in front of the tv, watching the remaining episodes of The Last Dance on Netflix. No matter how invested you were in the series, you couldn't help but check your phone every once in awhile to see if his name would pop up on your lock screen. And even later at night, when you and Yoongi are sprawled out on opposite ends of your couch, his name doesn't come up. You can't help but admit that Yoongi was right; Not only were you getting attached to Taehyung, but you were also getting attached to the possibility of you two actually becoming something beyond this. You were getting attached to that idea, that thread you've been holding onto.

Little did you know that Taehyung had been feeling that way too. The big difference between you and him though, was that he was trying to suppress it as much as possible because he was afraid. He wasn't sure if he wanted these feelings to linger or not, and he was also afraid of what you could do to him. He was just scared, and he couldn't let his pride down.

That's why you two barely see each other, and that's why you're getting no messages from him.

Taehyung's sitting in his apartment, wondering if he even made the right decision. These past few days have bruised him and his ego quite a bit, with the way that you were playing your own game and doing a good fucking job of it. Usually, the girls he's used to are submissive. It sounds bad as fuck, but he's used to getting what he wants, barely batting an eyelash. With you, it's a whole new territory. He's tried to break down your walls, but they're built out of metal and he has no idea how to do this shit. He's not a fucking metal bender. He's tried to do things different, he's tried to bend the rules for you, but he hasn't gotten anywhere and he wants to give up so bad. Call him a quitter all you want, but this was hard for him. And not only was this difficult, but he was also starting to feel real jealous over your relationship with Jungkook. Even though Jungkook probably doesn't know about your late night adventures with him, Taehyung knows Jungkook protects you with his life. He saw the way Jungkook eyed him at the cafe.

He hates that feeling and it reminds him as to why he never fucked with relationships in the first place. This shit was never worth it to Taehyung, and he thought he could finally get past that when it came to you. You made him want to try.

Guess not? Maybe he was never fit to be in relationships.

There's a small knock at his door and he throws his hood over his head to answer the door. He smiles down at the girl standing in front of him and lets her in. He had met her a couple of days when him and Jimin went to the bar for a couple of drinks. She couldn't stop eyeing the fuck out of him, and that's exactly what he needed to boost his ego back up.

"Hey." She says, setting her bag down. Taehyung looks at her up and down, licking his bottom lip at how she's standing in his apartment in some booty shorts and a crop hoodie. She wasn't you, but he was gonna have fun tonight to get his mind off of you.

"Glad you found the place okay." She smiled.

"Yeah." She giggled. "So Taehyung, what do you have up your sleeve?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, I think we both know what we want right?" He nods.

"How bad do you want it, Aiko?"

"I'll show you." She tugs on his shirt lightly. "We're both grown, right?"

#bts #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #kth x reader #kth series #writing #perfectly wrong

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buchananbarnes1991 · 4 years ago

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Unus Annus Sentence Meme Starter

“Hey buddy buddy buddy buddy!”

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“With the guidance of a guardian angel, you can do anything.”

“What am I teaching you how to do?”

“You don’t need to make it! I’m making it!”

“Have you washed your hands? You should wash your hands.”

“You can have the knife when you need the knife.”

“Close the door and never go back!”

“I want you to do something for me. Take a balloon, stretch it out..nice and wide.”

“Some of us are more gifted than others.”

“Okay, so what are we doing here? What is this?”

“I think that the way that I’d kill you is..’take you by the hands. come this way. I’ve got something to show you. just something you HAVE TO SEE.’ “

“In highschool. I dated a girl...her name was, Abigail. Very smart and driven. I was a stupid boy.”

“I still hadn’t let go, but they called me to tell me. She’d let go.”

“She looked down at the ground and then looked back up me. She giggled a bit and then said ‘Oh, don’t you know? I have feelings for Troy.’ “

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“You can’t speed your way into heaven!”

“Have you ever looked at your tongue too long in the mirror and it no longer looks like it belongs to you?”

“Biology is just a constant nightmare.”

#Unus Annus #Sentence Starter

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thisangstriddenschoollifetragedy · 3 years ago

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Incorrect Persona 2 Quotes

Jun: Time for plan G. Anna: Don’t you mean plan B? Jun: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Ixquic: What about plan D? Jun: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Yasou: What about plan E? Jun: I’m hoping not to use it. Hiroki dies in plan E. Soudo: I like plan E

*The squad right before Jun's wedding* Anna: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Ixquic: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Yasou: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Hiroki: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Soudo, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

Jun: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Anna: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Ixquic: More or less, I guess... Yasou: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Hiroki: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Soudo: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Jun: Dumbest scar stories, go! Anna: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Ixquic: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Yasou: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Hiroki: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Soudo: Soudo: I have emotional scars.

Jun: This is bothering me. Tatsuya: Well, you are digging up a corpse. Jun: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Eikichi: Top 30 reasons why Eikichi is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you! Tatsuya: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Eikichi, Tatsuya, and Jun are sitting on a bench Lisa: Why do you guys look so sad? Eikichi: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Lisa sits down* Tatsuya: The bench is freshly painted

Eikichi: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Tatsuya: Is it me, Eikichi? Eikichi: No, it’s not you. Jun: Is it me, Eikichi? Eikichi: It’s not you either. Lisa: Is it me, Eikichi? Eikichi: Eikichi, mockingly: Is IT mE Eikichi?

Eikichi: Hey, you want some leftovers? Hiroki: What's that? Eikichi: You've never had leftovers??? Hiroki: No, because I'm not a quitter.

Eikichi: So what’s for dinner? Hiroki, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Yasou: Okay, truth or dare? Jun: Truth Yasou: How many hours have you slept this week? Jun: Jun: ...Dare Yasou: Go to bed. Jun: I don’t like this game.

Yasou: Jun... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Jun: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Yasou: Yasou: I wrote sanitize, Jun.

(Jun knew, he just really wanted to summon a demon)

*Soudo and Maya sitting in jail together* Maya: So who should we call? Soudo: I’d call Ginji, but I feel safer in jail

Soudo: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Maya: Wasn't Ginji with you? Ginji: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

Soudo: *Screams* Maya: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Ginji: Should we do something? Ulala: No, I want to see who wins.

Soudo: I just ended a four year relationship. Maya: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Soudo: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Ginji and Ulala fighting from across the room*

Soudo: Someone will die. Maya: Of fun!

Soudo: Change is inedible. Maya: Don't you mean inevitable? Soudo, spitting out coins: No, I did not

Soudo: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Maya: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS

Soudo: I CAN'T DO IT! Maya, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Soudo: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Ginji: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Soudo: Soudo: I appreciate it, Soudo: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Ulala: Soudo- Soudo: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Hiroki: Soudo we gotta- Soudo: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Soudo: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Soudo, motioning to Junko: NOT FUCKING THIS

Akinari: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Hannya: You mean literally or figuratively? Akinari: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Akinari: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Hannya's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

Akinari: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Hannya, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

#persona 2 #i think i love every single charecter in that game #jun kurosu #anna yoshizaka #ixquic #yasou inoe #hiroki sugimoto #tatsuya soudo #tatsuya suou #eikichi mishina #lisa silverman #maya amano #Ginji Sasaki #ulala serizawa #junko kurosu #akinari kashihara #hannya

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super-hero-girls-netflix · 4 years ago

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How about both if you want? If not you can choose.

Emotional questionnnnn: What if a superhero died (including Batman and Superman cause why not >:))?

Uhmm...I'm going to talk mostly about if they just witnessed the death of the others since I don't think I'm ready to unpack the emotional baggage of killing a friend. ( But if you also about a specific kill with specific details on how it happened you can bet I'll give you a specific answer.)

It's clear in the aftermath of Superman vs Barman that Superman's death would take a toll on the civilians. He's iconic that way, I think it would be especially hard on Kara. And it would be terrible for Gotham morale and Batgirl especially, if Batman dies while being a hero.

It'd be terrible if either hero died. Both are incredibly strong and intelligent. If either died it would mean a villain strong enough and reckless enough to simply murder any adversary.

It would be pretty scary to all if Superman died....after all Cryptonien's are supposed to be indestructible, no?

Kara would take the death pretty hard. In denial, probably. Insisting that there is a way to bring him back.

If one of the Invincibro's (yo bros) died then it'll hit hard.

It'll hit differently depending on the counterpart. And the situation.

For example, if Hal died both sides will mourn. And the Invicibros will be a mess (I suspect that Steve and Hal were co-captains, if anything Steve is a bit of a figurehead). Speaking of 'captain' the school, whoever knew the confident brunet will be in shock because Hal always seemed a little invincible. Many would mourn him since he grows on you....like fungi. Jess will be wrecked and she'd blame herself because of course she would. She was his partner, she should have been there. 'And oh gosh she was alone now, she'd have to defend the space sector alone. And even if she's assigned a new partner it wouldn't matter because they weren't an obnoxious, confident, self-centered Hal'. And yes, there will be a certain dampness in the atmosphere for both teams.

If Barry died both teams (the whole city even) would mourn. Barry was beloved as both Barry the dessert slinger and the Flash, superhero speedster. Barry was kind of the kindness of the group. The one who did good for no other motive than the fact that he loved deeply and wanted to keep everyone safe. The team would keep chugging along with this mindset...but I don't think they'd be able to eat at Sweet Justice anymore. It would hit Babs' hard because he was her best (guy) friend and they swore to have each other's backs (in my AU) and she didn't have his and now he's dead. I think the girls would prefer to just move their headquarters since Sweet Justice was painful enough to just think about.

If Carter died I'm afraid no one will notice. Hawkman's death will be acknowledged but not Carter's. Carter's death if given any attention at school would be a mystery much like he was. Same with Hawkman, his death will be mourned but he'd be considered a mystery death because of his quiet nature. This will drive the boys mad because Carter Hall was DEAD and no one seemed to care. How can they not realize that everything has changed? Carter was more or less the level-headed one of the group. It would be particularly terrible for Karen since Carter was big and strong and knowing he's dead? Yes...she wouldn't take it well. She'd most likely try to avenge him.

If Oliver died it would be a bit of a scandal. I'm sure he has quite the fan base as both an aspiring actor and the charismatic Green Arrow. He was always the *cue dramatic gasp* dramatic one of the bunch. His death will be, you guessed it, terrible. Since happy, confident, loyal Green Arrow was killed. The atmosphere around the team would tune quiet, if a little hollow but they'd keep chugging through since Oliver wasn't friends with quitters. And it would hit Zee differently because the last thing they did was fight (of course they did) and now he's dead and she realized that she had fun arguing with him and their rivalry made acting so much more fun and now how is she supposed to perform when her co-star was dead? When the idiot who would make rude faces behind the curtains and then grudgingly admit she did 'decently' was dead?!? It would hit hard because Oliver and Zee shared a passion and they both left a stain there. She'd forever associate her love for the stage to her complicated friendship with a dead actor. (I think she'd hate when in the future people forget Oliver Queen's name). The whole girl said would mourn but they didn't know Oliver as well as Zee and Zee's a wreck so they'd channel their grief into comforting her.

God help the idiot who murders Steve. If Diana hasn't already killed you, the team will. The Invincibro's, I mean. Steve is a bit of a figurehead so kill the queen and they will make it their life mission to avenge him. That is all after the grieving, of course. Steve will be mourned heavily by both teams, especially by Diana and the Invicibros. Diana will be confused at first because she never even thought that Steve could die. Never crossed her mind. She never asked for anything, wanted for anything, but she wanted him. Him to be alive. How is that even possible??! Jeez, I don't see much of him so that's all I can really say.

If Garth is killed well... Both teams will be horrified and heartbroken. It's just that Garth is so innocent and sweet. And he was killed. The whole school I think would notice because the football team will mourn (in my AU) him. The city might be a bit indifferent because despite his confidence he never demanded as much attention as his team. But the team will never be indifferent to it. The Invincibro's will be furious to hide the fact that they are wrecked because yes, Garth can handle himself in a fight but he was only fourteen. He had plans and he was their friend, goddamit. (I really want to go in depth about how the girls and guys would react but I'll resist.) Kara will react similarly because how dare they take her little brother away?? One thing is letting him handle himself when he's getting bullied but killing him?

Okay...this is a quick peek at how the team and counterpart will react to their death....now for the girls!!

(they are all killed, okay? No different or accidental deaths)

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If Jess were killed the team would be a wreck, of course. Jess, I like to think, was the mom friend and medic of the group. The girls will mourn and healing will be hard. Very hard. They'll remember all the things she holds dear. I have no doubt they'll participate in protests like Jess has been bugging them to do when she was alive. The Invincibro's will be sad too, of course. Initially, then they'll be pissed. Won't rest untill they help the SHG defeat the killer. And Hal? He'll be feral, of course he would. He is very possessive and very loyal. He'd be in denial at first (they all would) because how can Jessica Fricking Cruz, passionate kind selfless Jess be dead?? That's not possible. She cared too much, had too much to do- she can't be dead. But I feel like halfway through his revenge rampant he'll remember that Jess was a pacifist and he'll...I dunno.

If Babs died the team will be swinging from horrified, to unbelieving, to furious. They'd be sad because Babs loved being a superhero and she loved helping people and now she was dead and- they'd be a mess. And don't even get me started on how Barry would take it. Wanna know how he'd take it? Very badly. Why? Because Babs is his best friend and his counterpart and he's supposed to watch her back and she's gone for real and this is terrible and he's so sensitive and everything is fallings apart it seems. He'll definitely be a little more jaded, a lot more protective and burst into tears when anyone orders a candy cake triple ripple tower with rainbow sprinkles. But then overtime it'll turn into a sad smile. Man, the Invincibro's will also be horrified since Babs was close to pretty much everyone.

If Karen died? Absolute pandemonium. The team will be equal parts blaming themselves and torn with guilt and sorrow. They will tear the world apart looking for a way to fix it somehow. Fix it the way Karen would have. The boy team, because despite all their teasing, will be in uproar because no one messed with Karen but them!! And Carter? He'll be at war with himself, because he should have protected her, the pipsqueak was too young and small and fragile to be able to hold off evil by herself and how dare she put herself in that situation? How dare she just leave them like that?? I feel like he'll be in denial for a long time, working through everything to avoid processing his grief but when it does it'll hit hard. Probably because of something small but subtle. Like getting electrocuted because Karen had quite a few fractal scars from her experimenting and super heroing. Or when he realizes he got stung by a bee- it's the little moments when it strikes deep.

If Zee died it would be a bit absolutely scandalous of course. Not only will the girls be horrified and heartbroken but so will Zee's fanbase as an actor and her father's assistant. The girls will have quite some time to even begin to adjust but soon enough they will jump straight into plotting their revenge. The boys will be livid of course but none more that her counterpart Oliver Queen. Oliver won't quite believe it, I don't think, he'll just think that Zee will just magically resurrect herself because the annoying actress who liked hogging his showtime couldn't possibly be dead. She was like a cockroach! No matter how many times squashed beneath your shoe those wretched little things will just come back. All the time...she couldn't be gone. And truly he didn't hate her, he just liked having a goal. To outshine Zee Zatara. So...how could she be dead? This will hit especially hard when he doesn't have a counterpart to fight with. Or when the leading lady role goes to someone new. Clear to say that Zee Zatara's death will be every bit heart wrenching.

If Diana dies be prepared for hell. The girls will fall apart with grief after avenging their leader. I feel that Babs would try to keep everyone together at least. The boy team will be furious because Diana was their battle plan leader too! And how- they'd be confused because how can the immortal Diana Prince die? The school would definitely have a service for the mystery top student. How would Steve react? He'd be horrified and lost, and confused but then he'd help the girls avenge W.W and live the rest of his life upholding Diana's values. (I'm not quite sure how he'd handle the grief.)

If Kara dies then there will of course first be the mourning (at least according to the show). Then the shock. Then the doubt because hasn't Kara 'died' before? And that would lead to hope which will make the moment of confirmation the most painful. For both teams. Garth will be completely blindsided with grief and anger because how dare they take his big sister? How dare they hurt moody, cold, rude at times, big softie at heart, Kara? And well I guess we'll discover that rage is also a prominent feature if the ocean, is it not? So yes, this will be an emotional rollercoaster no doubt about it.

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This extra will be non-super hero's who will also mourn and attempt to avenge the lost one.

Diana- she is the princess of an island of immortal warrior woman. Her mom is 'a final boss'. She will have plenty of people to avenger her (not that she would want that, per say). I kind of have a suspicion that Queen of Amazon's will either be overly sympathetic ('my daughter has chosen her path, now we can only honor her') or furiously because they were part of her daughters dream that got Diana killed (may you pray we never cross paths again or I will curse you as you have cursed me).

Karen- not sure... but maybe her parents??? They can make a suit too??

Kara- Her cousin because family is family and that's period and she's like the only survivor who doesn't want him (genuinely) dead. And Alex, her step-sister- maybe.

Jess- Green Lantern Corp.? Dexstarr?

Zee- her DAD, remember they are super close and he's super powerful and yeah....

Babs- Her dad- who's like a cop and even though he shown to be extremely lazy I have no doubt that he'd drop the donuts to find out what happened to his precious pumpkin pants. Might even call I'm Batman. Harleen, yes Harleen who tried to murder Robin because he embarrassed Babs will definitely go after her best friends murderer (even after finding out Vans secret identity)

Okay for Steve and Carter I genuinely don't know.

Garth, I'm not sure but if he's actually underwater royalty than you can expect a whole lot of flooding, earthquakes and sea monsters.

Hal- starfire is coming for your but

Oliver- Mortimer Drake, maybe? They are sort of bro's

Barry- DA WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD

Well...this was fun, wasn't it? Thanks for the beautiful ask, as usual @thedevilsmusicbox and I look forward to hearing from you. 😁🙋

#dc superheroes #dc super hero girls #dc superhero girls 2019 #dc superhero girls netflix #dc super hero high #barry allen #jessica cruz #diana prince #barbara gordon #karen beecher #carter hall #hal jordan #kara danvers #garth #oliver queen #zee zatara #great ask #death #if they die

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quarantine-writer · 5 years ago

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Why do stray cats follow me? P. 2

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“Hey girl, Mylène is inviting us to her house for a pizza party. Are you free tonight?” Alya whispered lowing her head so Ms. Mendeleiev couldn’t notice them talking.

“Sorry Alya, I have plans with my mom. Lately, she has been very interested in to teach me how to cook Asian food”

“I heard Luka is invited”

Marinette smiled at her friend “Still no”

Ms. Mendeleiev let her rule hit the desk to catch the girls’ attention and warned them with her eyes. Both immediately stopped the little chatting. But Alya was not an easy quitter.

After a while she passed a note to Marinette. “Everybody saw how Luka played a song to you the other day by the river. You were clearly enjoying it. Do I need to beg for details? Because I’m going to beg”

Marinette wrote down a quick response “Let’s have this conversation later”

“You have been avoiding the topic for the past 4 days, girl. Even I have a limit.”

“Maybe I don’t know what to say?”

“Ok, you asked for it. Just reply to the questions I know I want to know: 1) Are you going to give away all the gifts you made in advance? 2) Have you already kissed Luka?”

“Yes. No.“

“Do you want to kiss him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, if the moment is right. I won’t push it or pursuit it, though”

“Do you find sexy he is older? >o<”

“It’s actually refreshing how mature he is. It’s easy to have conversations with him. Hard to believe he’s just a year older.”

Alya let out a little chuckle, she was about to write another question when she felt Mendeleiev presence next to her. “Can I have that paper, Miss Césaire?

Before Alya could react, Ms Mendeleiev was already reading the paper and Marinette was close to fainting. Alya’s face was pale as a ghost, but she still tried to beg for mercy.

“Please don’t read it out loud Ms Mendeleiev, I was the one pushing it.”

Adrien and Nino turn on their sits to watch the scene, along the rest of the class that was paying full attention to both girls. Rapidly increasing Marinette’s anguish.

“That I can see, Miss Césaire. Miss Dupain-Cheng next time avoid replying to this kind of conversations during class. Older boys can be attractive but that has nothing to do with Bohr’s Model of the Atom. Clear?”

Marinette was completely ashamed, the louder the class’ whistles, the brighter the red tone of her face. “Clear”.

Adrien smiled softly to her, and she wanted to die right there.

And it was the first class of the day.

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To Marinette’s misfortune, Nino and Adrien joined them for lunch.

Alya stopped her apologies when the boys approached them. A best friend job is to know the last person Marinette wanted gossiping about the morning incident was Adrien.

Of course, the blond didn’t even try to mention a thing.

“So, Mari, who-ough” And when Nino tried to bring up the topic, Alya silenced him with a stomp and a fresh new conversation.

“So, learning Asian cook?” She shamelessly ignored Nino’s complaints.

“Yes, my mom says I’m almost seventeen and that I should be self-sufficient, know more about my culture and not starve to death in case she’s out”

“But Mari, you literally live on top of a bakery and you know how to do literally every pastry there” Nino managed to say, foot pain already forgotten.

“I guess ‘Woman does not live by bread alone’ is strong on this mom”

“And what’s she teaching you?” Adrien asked.

Marinette did her best to reply as a normal person. It was a little bit easier every day. “Little bit of everything, I already know how to do a basic fried rice but today I’m going to explore the wonders of stir-fried beef.”

“Whenever you learn how to do Kung Pao chicken, sign me up!”

“You want to learn how to do it, Alya?”

“Nope, but I will surely have Kung Pao chicken hungry that day. Trust me, I have my sources.”

The four of them laughed together and Mari promised to bring everybody a portion whenever she learns. Lunch was somehow relaxing until a non-invited presence appeared at the table.

“So, Mari, tell me, who is the lucky guy? Are you head over heels for an older boy? Naughty!” Obviously, Lila appeared just when everything was ok in her world. She did not hide the discomfort on her face.

Surprisingly, it was not Marinette who cut her off.

“Aren’t we being a little bit rude, Lila?”

Four pair of eyes were on Adrien, who was not smiling, not joking, not looking at her, just stating a fact while cleaning his lips with a napkin. He was already done with lunch.

Marinette was maybe the most surprised of them.

Lila was not surprised at all. Last time she talked to the blond he let clear that he was putting his limits where Marinette discomfort started. She even had to lie to bring her back to school anyway. Honestly, she was there only to test if Adrien was capable to face her in front of others as well. Looks like the answer was yes.

“I was just joking Adrien” she giggled a little, “since you are all so close to Marinette I supposed all of you already knew about the mysterious guy. But I don’t want to upset her more, I did already too much last week and I apologize again Marinette” this time she was looking directly at her blue eyes, with a puppy face “I can’t control my disease but I will leave immediately to not bother you anymore”.

“You are not bothering Lila, but we were already leaving” Alya stood up, followed by the other three “Class is just about to start”.

“Oh, sure, let’s go” Lila followed them and engaged a conversation with Nino and Alya.

Marinette and Adrien were walking side by side in front of them, in silence. Each of them immersed on their own thoughts.

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“Hella weird, girl” Marinette had Alya on video chat on the rooftop. She was planting the Asian Greens in her new flowerpot. Alya was getting ready for the pizza party.

“It was just... so sudden? He is not like that” Marinette was still surprised by Adrien standing up for her. She didn’t know how to feel about it, or what to think.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought they were friends. His dad even helped her to get her first model job... Which pants do you think look better on me?” Alya showed two options to the camera.

“The blue one.”

“Maybe Adrien realized he has a crush on you after you were expelled, you know. Realizing he won’t be close to you again and that. Deal breaker feelings.”

Marinette let out a dry laugh “Impossible Alya, you know he likes Kagami. You saw them.”

“But explain why he was suddenly so aggressive on your behalf.”

“Maybe he has spent a little too much time with Lila and now he sees who she really is”

Alya was a little more on board to Marinette’s side after she heard Lila’s excuse. It was a super sad story, granted, but Marinette was in her full right to stay as far as possible from a friendship with her. Even if everything was solved the next day with Lila’s apologize. “Maybe Mr. Sunshine resembles more his father than we originally thought. His voice was so cold that it caused me shivers.”

“Maybe.”

“So, what about the gifts?”

“Not delivered yet” and Marinette gave her a sincere smile “Luka will help me to carry them on his bicycle tomorrow after school.”

“I like Luka, you know. I approve him, in my best friend position.”

“Not that I asked your permission, though! Or that anything is going on!”

“You obviously don’t need to ask for permission, it’s all wrapped in the best friend package.”

“Marinette, honey, it’s time!” Sabine’s voice called her from the distance.

“Guess this is the goodbye. Shame you can’t come to the party.”

“I’ll go to the next one, I promise. Bye”

“Alya out”

Marinette sighed. She just wanted to fall into bed and sleep until tomorrow. Too many mixed feelings were bubbling inside herself.

But she couldn’t let her mom down. “Coming mom!”

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I didn’t think so many people would like this story! I’ll try my best to keep writing constant updates. Thanks for reading guys! Feedback appreciated :).

The marichat will eventually come, I promise! As I said, this is a sloooow burn fic ^^U

#marichat #ml fanfic #ml fic #marinette deserves better #slow burn #my writing #marichat... eventually #after season 3 #lovesquare

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algerbrafun · 4 years ago

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Some Super Relatebleness 4 2day

Heres prolly my 3 fav songs... 1) Suicidal Thought Josh A and Iamjake hill

I'm not suicidal, I don't wanna fucking die I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright But every day I feel like dying Every day I feel like dyingWhy do I even try? Why do I even write lyrics about how I'm living the life When I'm battling pain and my demons at night? Trying to find a new outlet The devil pouncin', I hear him howlin', my vision cloudin' Man, I tried to escape but there ain't no way Try to be strong when I deal with the pain, yeah But I'm ditching the coffin, so my family has options Gotta work 'til I'm dead so that they get the best Don't wanna set up a bad example 'Cause the kids looking up can't leave in shambles Can't make them think clocking out's okay So fuck suicide, I'm here to stayTry to free my mind I don't know what's right Wasting all my time Tryna find the light Try to free my mind I don't know what's right Wasting all my time Tryna find the light, no no I'll be out here runnin', I'll be runnin' from myself now Gunnin' demons down, find my way out of this hell now I'll be runnin' now, I'll be runnin' from myself now Gunnin' demons down, find my way out of this hell nowI'm not suicidal, I don't wanna fucking die I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright But every day I feel like dying Every day I feel like dyingOne too many bad thoughts inside me Got a hole in my heart put the past behind me I'm pressed with time, I'm stressed with life, my breath is ice I guess I might just bottle it up some more just like always Barely standing, crawling down the hallways Sink into my bed, with death inside my head Yeah, that note you found? I didn't mean it Just wish I had a better sense of meaning Never meant to let you down, I've been down and out Racing thoughts had to drown them out, fuck Never giving in I swear to God No matter how many times I prayed to a God I don't believe in Just to see if I will never wake up, but he called my bluffTry to free my mind I don't know what's right Wasting all my time Tryna find the light Try to free my mind I don't know what's right Wasting all my time Tryna find the light, no no I'll be out here runnin', I'll be runnin' from myself now Gunnin' demons down, find my way out of this hell now I'll be runnin' now, I'll be runnin' from myself now Gunnin' demons down, find my way out of this hell nowI'm not suicidal, I don't wanna fucking die I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright But every day I feel like dying Every day I feel like dying (I'm not suicidal, I don't wanna fucking die) (I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright) (But every day I feel like dying) (Every day I feel like dying)

2) When I grow Up, NF

Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahI know this probably isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician To see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you probably think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeahI could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and probably get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a mil' Huh? Make a meal? Nah, I said make a mil' Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appealWhen I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow upYeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayyI'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink Mockin' me, you pay the fee, no return and no receipts Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing Quiet when I'm tryna sing, quiet when I'm making beats Quiet when I'm tryna think, sorry, I don't mean to scream I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see 'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be, yeahAnybody wanna hear me rap? "No" Come on, let me play a couple tracks, "No" Come on, I can spit it really fast, "No" You think I should throw this in the trash? "No" Tricked you, haters, go away before I hit you I am not a beggar or a kiss-up You don't understand? Well, I forgive you I am not a quitter, you ain't really think that, did you? Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows Everybody in the crowd singin' every word I wrote Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone Huh? You feel alone? Yeah, I kinda feel alone Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old Will I ever make it as an artist? I don't really know Might not make a lot of dough, I'ma have to try it, thoughWhen I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (okay) Might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real (ayy, oh)When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah (yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just want to make a couple mil' (ayy) Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (to the fam in the will) I just want to sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (a house up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up

3) Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's only me, and I walk aloneI walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one, and I walk aloneI walk alone, I walk alone I walk alone, and I walk aMy shadow's only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk aloneAh ah ah ah ah Ah ah ahI'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge And where I walk aloneRead between the lines What's fucked up and every thing's all right Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive And I walk aloneI walk alone, I walk alone I walk alone and I walk aMy shadow's only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk aloneAh ah ah ah ah Ah ahI walk alone, and I walk aI walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one, and I walk aMy shadow's only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone

I’ve been having a really depressing time lately and these are some of the songs i’ve been listening to.

#depression #NF #hope #help #suicidal #suicidal thoughts #boulevard of broken dreams #green day #jake hill #Josh a #rap #when i grow up #i have tears in my eyes

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benreillyscarletspider · 4 years ago

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We’re Not Happy ‘til You’re Not Happy lyrics starters

The Fire

"We’ve let this go on too long.”

“You know, I’m starting to believe it.”

“I won’t name who’s to blame for the misery and pain.”

You’ve got it wrong.”

“It’s not alright.”

“We wanna fight, but will it change anything?”

“There’s something wrong everywhere.”

“You’re ashamed to admit it.”

“They’re still gonna make you pay.”

Drinkin’

“She told me that I was lame.”

“So now I wallow in regret.”

“Why do my endeavors end up in failure?”

“I think I’ll go out drinkin’.”

“I guess I shouldn’t feel so bad.”

“Ain’t got no reason to be so sad, except that I’m poor, untalented, and ugly.”

“There’s only one thing that’ll make this easier.”

Don’t Start a Band

"Don’t start a band.”

“Nobody wants to hear; nobody understands.”

“You will be so disappointed.”

“I hate to ruin the magic.”

“I hate to kill the dream.”

“There’s no applause and no flying bras.”

“No girls will scream for you.”

“No one’s gonna sing along with you.”

“You won’t get paid.”

“You won’t get laid.”

“They’ll turn their backs and they’ll be gone faster than you can say ‘what did I do wrong?’.”

“Your message will get lost.”

“You will be double-crossed.”

“Nobody cares what you have to say and no one’s gonna listen anyway.”

“Rock and roll will bring you down and it will kick you while you’re on the ground.”

“Just give up now.”

“I’ll show you how.”

A-W-E-S-O-M-E

"There’s shreds of my heart in your fingernails.”

”I can’t get this out.”

“It never fails.”

“I’m still scared to death.”

“Our secret isn’t safe.”

“You’re everything I want in a girl.”

“You’re crazy amazing.”

“You’re everything that’s wrong with the world.”

“My lips are sore.”

“My heart is black to the very core.”

“I’ll get used to it in time.”

We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful

"Oh, look at those clothes!”

“It’s really laughable.”

“If they’re No Doubt, that makes it even worse.”

“We can destroy them.”

“You bet your life we will.”

“If we can hurt them, well, we may as well.”

“It shoulda been me.”

“You have loads of songs.”

Turn the Radio Off

"I hate music.”

“I hate the scene.”

“I hate my records.”

“I hate CDs.”

“I hate everyone at shows.”

“I hate that rock and roll.”

“I know the machine sucked out my soul.”

“Turn the radio off.”

“We’re turning into zombies.”

“Try thinking for yourself for once in your life.”

“I hate the music business.”

“I’m getting older fast and I hope this anger lasts.”

“Blah blah blah.”

“It’s time to start the war now.”

Talkin’ ‘Bout a Revolution

"They're talkin' 'bout a revolution.”

“Sounds like a whisper.”

“Finally the tables have started to turn.”

The Bad Guy

"This is not a song about the one that got away.”

“This is not a song about the girl who didn’t love me.”

“Once again, I have made somebody cry.”

“Once I am the bad guy.”

“It’s mean, but I’m not sorry I let you down.”

“I didn't care that she'd do anything for me.”

“I didn't care that she would sell her soul to serve me.”

“I walked away cuz I’m the bad guy.”

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s not funny at all.”

“I am the bad guy.”

Story of my Life

"Life goes by so fast.”

“You only wanna do what you think is right.”

“Story of my life.”

“I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections.”

“I went down to my old neighborhood.”

“I went downtown to look for a job.”

“I only wish the good times would last a little longer.”

“I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.”

The Joke’s on Me

“The old days were no fun.”

“I'm not sorry that they're gone.”

“I don't miss them.”

“Things never got better.”

"It seems like forever since we had fun.”

“Keep on laughin’.”

“Keep attackin’.”

“Keep on lyin’.

“Keep denyin’ that there's nothing good in me.”

“I know I'm worthless.”

“My life's a joke.”

“I don't miss you.”

“I won’t miss you.”

“I tried not to get bitter but I was such a quitter.”

“There never were any good old days.”

“Lookin’ back, I’m still amazed.”

“Everything went wrong in every way.”

One Hit Wonderful

"Fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds into our fifteen minutes of fame.”

“When the luck runs out, I won't wonder who's to blame.”

“Nobody said they had a guaranteed way to win the hearts of the public.”

“Just this time last year, I thought we had it made.”

“They don't love you.”

“Things don't last long in life; that's how it goes.”

Last Show

“This is the end of what you put me through.”

“It’s the end of what we do.”

“I don't want fame.”

“I don't want money.”

“I just want to have fun again.”

“I just want to feel like we're friends.”

“I think I've learned my lesson.”

“I think I've figured this whole thing out.”

“I never thought I would hate music.”

“I never thought I would hate you.”

“Kiss my ass, I wont be back!”

“I was better off with what i had before.”

Say Goodbye

“I know you feel like a whore.”

“Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else with someone else?”

“There's no reason to stay together.”

“It’s all pain and no pleasure.”

“It would feel so good to say goodbye.”

“When I’m with you, I wanna die.”

“I never wanna see your face.”

“I just wanna get the fuck away.”

“We are falling apart.”

“Lost our soul and we lost our heart.”

“We can’t be saved by being smart.”

“There's no reason to keep this up.”

“It just hurts too much.“

“Maybe someday I will look back and see the best days of my life.”

“Maybe someday, I will miss you.”

“Tonight the end feels right.”

Your Guts (I Hate ‘Em)

“I wrote this song about you.”

“I wrote this song about you just to let you know that I hate your guts and I think you suck.”

“I hate the way you look.”

“You make me sick.”

“I hate the way you talk.”

“I wanna punch you in the face.”

“I can't stand you at all.”

“You drive me insane.”

“Why won't you go away?“

“I hate you so much.”

“I hope you fuckin' die.”

#memes #rp memes #starters #starter sentences #okay to reblog #long post

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cabinofimagines · 5 years ago

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Young Again (Jason x Piper)

A/N: In this house we ignore canon -Danny.

P.S. You liked the song? You should totally suscribe to the band, just saying, they’re great.

Request: can u make a jasper fic?

Words: 1,312

Warnings: None, fluff all around and bad writing cause I did not proofread (not a surprise ik)

Listen to: Young Again -by Sorry, Peach

I’ve been searching for someone Like you, for so much time now I know that you can make me Happy if you tried to

Piper wasn’t the romantic type, but she was positively in love with Jason. Sweet, gentle, Jason Grace. He was the one.

Or maybe she was the romantic type, maybe she unconsciously turned around every corner hoping to find someone good enough to take home, to have a normal life and never feel like she had to fight for a family ever again.

He could turn any bad situation into an opportunity, with him things were simple, and time was nothing but a way to measure the memories. She was sure, Jason could make her happy almost like he was born for it.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and oh that Smile, oh I could stay a While, right here in your Arms and, now I'm falling

By the time she and Jason had their third anniversary things were more than amazing. Sure, there were some ups and downs but all she could think of right on that moment, looking at his features reflecting the sun and the way his giggle turned into loud laughter, was that she could spend her forever like this and feel like it’s been just one lazy Sunday.

She fell while Jason held her during the campfires, humming in the lowest voice possible, one that no one but Piper could hear, and it was soft and calming. She fell every time he would laugh at her jokes or look at her for more than a second. Piper fell and kept falling but never let go of his grasp.

For you, you make my heart skip So close, so close I can't miss This love, this love on my lips All I ask is

Jason had a difficult childhood. Not bad, I mean, he had a home and friends and food, it was just... the whole fighting and the heavy responsibility he had to carry around just for being Zeus’ son. He was raised to be a leader, which meant zero fun and tons of homework. That, until the moment he met Piper and Leo. He still had to be the one leading but since his memory was not at its best he found himself finding the beauty in taking a break from time to time.

Jason had lost more than a family, sometimes he’d drown in the what-ifs, wishing for things to be different, hoping that maybe, in another timeline, he could get the whole thing: victory, peace, and happiness. All in one.

Piper was that for him. The dream life was tied to her pinky and Jason found himself tying the loose end around his wrist. Whenever things got messy and Jason didn’t find an answer Piper was there to help, brown eyes that were as welcoming as a newfound home.

He was so close to happiness when they kissed, it was impossible not to call it love.

Can we be young again Feel the air in our lungs again Oh my soul wants to fly again Can we be young Can we be young

All was reachable, he could restart in a life where no one asked him to be perfect, he didn’t have to take care of everyone, just him and Pipes. He could be young again and only worry about the little things.

Their fourth anniversary was fun, Piper was wearing a new hat and the wind took it away in a swift motion, it landed at the top of a tree and Jason told her he could get it. She, as stubborn as always, decided that could climb the tree just as fast and spurred into action. Of course, the branch broke in half.

Obviously, Jason was already prepared to fly up and catch her in time.

Blue skies, your hand in mine I'm fine, staying right by Your side, and when I close My eyes, I'm still breathless

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry,” Jason gasped, still laughing in the middle of the air, keeping her tight against his chest, “I think that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard you scream.”

“Shut up,” She said between giggles, “But I was right. If it wasn’t because of the stupid branch I’d have grabbed my hat already.”

“Yeah, what a bummer,” He smiled, “I can still help you get it?”

Piper sighed in defeat but nodded her head.

“Fine, put me down and I’ll let you do it”

“That’s not what I meant”

“What’d you mea-aHHH WAIT-”

He flew to the top of the tree and close enough so Piper could reach the hat, she extended one arm and her fist closed firmly on the edge of it.

“Alright, let’s go back to earth before I piss myself”

Jason let out a laugh and nodded, quickly going back to the ground.

Nothing, can compare to You love, let me show you My love, nothing can come Between us, we won't regret this

It was late and raining. Jason was brushing his teeth while Piper sat quietly reading a book on her side of the bed. It was a day after Jason had turned twenty-three and the after-party was still running in their veins, they spent most of their afternoon laying around on the couch and eating leftovers while watching their favorite shows.

“You know, this boy is a total idiot,” Piper commented out loud from the bed, she was talking about the main character of the book, for some reason, this boy pushed all of her buttons.

“Why?” Jason asked, still brushing his teeth but leaning against the bathroom door, putting his attention on his girlfriend.

“People keep giving him advice to help him complete the mission and he keeps running around in circles because he decided no one can be trusted, well shit. Guess the world has to die for your insecurities...”

“Give him time, he’ll learn...” He turned around to finish brushing his teeth and once he could talk properly again, he added, “hopefully.”

Piper huffed, turning the page and reading with a permanent frown.

“I don’t understand why you keep reading if you hate the guy so much,” He chuckled, walking towards the bed and sitting on his side, “you have other books waiting to be read, just quit this one and get a new one”

“My dad raised no quitter, Jason” She gave him a playful look before going back to the page, “besides, the side characters are good and the story is worth the pain of this dumbass leading it I guess”

Jason was about to answer but he stopped for a moment, the light coming from her lamp gave her profile a golden glow and she never looked as godly as now, tired eyes and slightly red cheeks, messy ponytail and her favorite pj’s. All was her. And he felt breathless.

“Can you answer something for me, Pipes?”

She looked up again, this time intrigued by his question.

“Sure?”

“Will you marry me?”

Piper dropped her book on the floor, few painful and slow as hell second went by before she started to laugh.

“What?” He pouted, “I’m serious!”

“Exactly,” She said, “Jason Grace even when asking me to marry you, somehow you make it sound like you’re asking me to have those files ready by Monday” She snickered, “How formal of you”

“Ugh, get out,” He groaned, falling face down on his pillow.

“No, wait!” Piper kept on laughing, “Don’t get upset!”

“Get out,” He repeated, but let out a muffled laugh, “way to ruin the moment, Piper McLean”

“Don’t kick me out” She replied, then she took a deep breath, ending her laughter, “Don’t you wanna know my answer?”

Jason turned his head slightly to his right so he could look at her, “Yes?”

“Okay then,” She smiled, and it was that smile that caused Jason to melt no matter how hard he tried to keep it cool when he was younger. That smile told him the answer before she could say it out loud. “Yes, I will marry you.”

Jason didn’t reply, he just grabbed her by the waist and trapped her in a hug, she moved until they were face to face and he kissed her all over until their lips found their way into each other, full with bliss he let himself sleep and forget the world outside the room, he didn’t need it, he had his own right there, on his arms.

Piper fell asleep surrounded by him, his scent, his body. His heartbeat next to hers letting her know that this was real and they were together. This was the start of forever and she was taking her time.

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-Danny

#Danny's writing #jasiper #jasper #pjo imagine #jason grace imagine #piper mclean imagine

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lovelyirony · 7 years ago

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Let’s Just Ignore The Valentine Dilemma

Tony is really conflicted. There are two people who he likes. His secret admirer, and Bucky Barnes.

Bucky’s nice. He’s funny and sweet and caring and always saves Tony from disaster and one time called him “honey” on accident and Tony was kind of loving it.

But there’s also the secret admirer. Who left him the cheesy bear that he really likes more than he should, the flowers with the symbolism, and the fancy chocolates that Tony loves.

Two people. Terrible decision-making skills. So Tony decides not to do anything about it. He’ll just treat Valentine’s Day like any other day because it just is. A day with red and pink and romance and people looking at each other with loving eyes and the last time he celebrated it Pepper had to leave early for a conference. it’s fine, though. Not like he hasn’t done the same thing.

He gets one last gift. It’s Valentine’s Day morning. He gets a cup of his favorite type of coffee, with a little heart on top that’s kind of lopsided.

“J, you sure you can’t tell me who it is?”

“I am sworn to utmost secrecy by threat of death,” Jarvis answers. “It is a most serious matter, Sir.” Tony looks up instinctively with a frown.

“You can’t die, Jarvis. I have plans.”

“Of course. But I am still sworn to secrecy, Sir.” Tony sighs, but sips his coffee.

Bucky’s woken up with a text message from Jarvis. Secret is safe for now, Sergeant Barnes. Would you like to continue until tonight? Yes.

Bucky’s kind of panicking. In that “hey-I-planned-something-and-wow-I-am-not-prepared-in-the-slightest” kind of way. He has a rough plan. Bring him down lunch that he’s made, maybe with some more flowers??? Goddamn, he really shouldn’t have googled Valentine’s Day ideas, capitalism has gotten to him He wants to buy Tony a lot of things. And make him things.

Tony works on a car. When he gets up, there’s a glass bottle of Coca-Cola. A note with the same calligraphy. You need a break, honey. -Anonymous

He grins the whole way up to the kitchen.

Bucky really likes seeing the Genuine Smile. It could probably power a building for five hundred years. He almost wants to take a picture.

Natasha and Steve are watching the events play out. Bruce threatened them with his blender. So they just have to watch and make Bucky ticked off as they ask Tony about his Valentine Day plans. Tony just smiles and says he’s going to take it easy, and maybe go out to dinner.

He gets a book of poetry next. Bucky really loves the stuff, surprisingly. It helps him think of new words to use. So he thinks Tony will like it?

Bucky finds out Tony looks really pretty reading, windows letting sunshine stream in so it can frame him like he’s ethereal.

“You are so gone,” Natasha snickers. Bucky kicks her in the shin. He takes a picture of Tony, realizes that he can’t take really good photos because most of the time they’re blurry, and texts Jarvis to take one and send it to him. The result is much better.

Tony’s next gift is a really stupid Iron Man card, complete with a little sucker and a cheesy message that read as “You’re Golden!” (It had become a running joke that Tony was the “golden avenger” after a little run-in with some gold paint that had been everywhere.)

He giggles.

Bucky nearly falls out of the ventilation shaft. This is such a bad idea, because Bucky is in love with the guy, and Tony--he’ll realize that it’s Just Bucky. That it’s a guy with a metal arm that sometimes needs maintenance so it won’t lock up at the wrong moment and it won’t stop gripping the freezer door. He’s the guy who wakes up and nearly punches a hole in the wall. He sometimes forgets what day it is. Or what he’s done.

Basically, he’s a fuck-up.

But he’s not gonna stop trying. Mama didn’t raise a quitter, and Bucky was made that way. So it’s fine. He’ll deal with the fallout. Maybe start a new life in Portland, Oregon, where he can wear turtleneck sweaters all the time and be sad in rainy weather.

Tony gets lunch. It’s artfully decorated, oranges and strawberries in neat slices. His sandwich is grilled and it tastes like he thinks heaven feels like.

“You look like you’re enjoying that sandwich,” Bucky says with a grin. Tony nods.

“This is the best thing ever. Oh my fuck I love this sandwich. I should marry it.” Bucky laughs, and Tony kind of thinks it sounds awesome. Bucky doesn’t laugh much. “What are you up to on this fine day of cupids and hearts, Barnes?” He freezes for a moment before shrugging.

“Just, you know, trying to avoid Clint. I’m not sure if he has the heart arrows out. Steve told me he’s a shit Cupid.” Tony snorts. Oh, that was a disastrous year. But it was funny. “What about you? Gettin’ presents from that secret admirer?” Tony nods.

“I really do like all of the presents,” Tony admits. “I’ve never gotten a book of poetry before.” his smile is so soft. Bucky wants to die, it’s so sweet.

Oh god, it’s bad. Bucky is so screwed.

But he does his final plan.

Dinner with me, seven?

“Sir would like to inform you that he will be joining you for your meal,” Jarvis says. “Of course, he would like to know if he can choose...?”

“Yup.”

“I will give him that answer.”

“Jarvis, please don’t.”

“...I am afraid my decision is too late to rescind. He would like you to know that the dress is informal. Your directions will be loaded to your phone.”

So Bucky has four hours to panic and cry. And also text Steve because holy shit there are so many options what the fuck do I wear and of course I wasn’t going to wear my Hawaiian shirt what do you take me for, some kind of animal????

He ends up ready. Natasha pulled his hair into a nice bun. She says he looks like a French model. He guesses that’s a compliment? Honestly not too sure.

Tony’s been waiting at the table for five minutes. He wonders who it is. If it’s Steve, he’ll have to let him down easy. He’s pretty sure that Steve doesn’t like him though. Bruce? Nah, he’s still secretly video-chatting Betty. Natasha? She’s too scary. Clint outright told Tony that he would never date him and Thor...well. That’d be interesting. Also bad.

Bucky’s sitting across from him, and Tony nearly spills his water because a.) he shouldn’t be that good at sneaking into tables and b.) his shirt looks really nice.

“Hey,” Bucky says.

“Hi.”

It’s an awkward silence.

“So, um, you’re my secret admirer?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says. He looks stressed. “Look, if this is weird for you and you don’t like me, I’ll just leave and probably go to Italy or Australia for a while, so--”

“NO!” It kind of startles the whole restaurant. Tony readjusts his shirt. “No. You’re not gonna leave and go to Australia, why the fuck would you want to go there?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I could find somewhere to just disappear.”

“Okay, probably true. But we’re getting off-topic. You, uh, like me?”

Tony sounds like he’s sixteen all over again. Bucky shrugs.

“Yeah. I do. Your face is pretty.” (He literally just wants to jump a cliff at this point.)

Tony snorts.

“That’s about the most adorable thing you’ve ever said. Oh my god, you’re such a nerd.” Bucky gives a small smile.

“So you’re okay with this?”

Tony nods. “I liked you too, you know. Still do. I really loved the poetry book and the calligraphy.”

Conversation is cut off as the waitress comes to take their order. The restaurant isn’t exclusive; it’s busy with families and couples and random single people looking to cry and make it awkward. That’s probably Tony’s favorite part.

Bucky orders a monstrous burger, Tony orders spaghetti. Both are really bad first-date foods. But they aren’t exactly experts on the subject, so they have fun learning. Bucky talks about his trial and error. Tony talks about how he was tempted to analyze the handwriting. Bucky had laughed and said that if the nuns had digitized anything, it sure as hell wouldn’t be his assignments.

They walk home together.

Tony takes Bucky’s hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says. “I really liked tonight.” So did Bucky.

As it turns out, Tony actually really liked his secret admirer.

So much so that he proposed two years later, and they got married in the summer. As much as they both liked the holiday, they both agreed that a Valentine’s Day wedding was a bit much.

Their honeymoon was to Australia.

#funny valentine au #this is my trash but that's okay bc it's good trash #like that kind of trash where u think u can recycle it #anyway bucky and tony are NERDS #they really #really #are #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha and steve are such little shits #also in case u didn't know:#personal headcanon that bucky has a terrible sense of style

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years ago

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~Prom&Noct grow up together au~ after Noctis had been attacked by the daemon and was wheelchair bound, Prompto did absolutely everything he could to help Noct and make sure he didn't fall into depression, he would always bring games or astrology book to Noct, but of course, even though Noct would try smiling because he loves Prom and he's trying so hard he's the bestest friend Noct could wish for, it wasn't enough, but Prompto is not a quitter. especially when Noctis is the reason, he wont fail.

YES, YES, YES!!!!!!!!

This is yet another great story, aaah!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Like usual, I’ll put a read more in case anyone wants to share or like the story without having to see/reblog my own comments!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS STORY IS EVERYTHING!

IT’S CUTE, IT’S FUNNY IN A CUTE WAY, IT’S SOFT, IT’S WARM, IT’S SWEET, IT’S MAX ADORABLENESS!!❤

First of all, Noct and Prompto growing up together? HECK YEAH, I’d read 5 books of 400k each without getting tired. It has Papa Cor, and these two sweet angels meant to be together not having to wait 15 years to befriend. Plus, it implies what I love most of this story, Prompto being such an emotional help and support for Noct that both our sweet children and EVERYONE else has it easier thanin the canon.

Prommy can not only take care of the prince’s body, but he’d also be an emotional support and a heart fixer, and honestly that would have been such a treasure to see and akjsdlhsgsfkkdlf this story eases my pain, repairs my heart, and is EVERYTHING that I could have asked for ❤

I really like that you treat the subject of depression, because it’s something real, ven if there’s people that think a child can’t be depressed. Noct lost his mom who knows when, and he was just recently attack by a daemon, he saw one of his nannies/caretakers/retainers die in front of him, heck, he basically swam in her blood and he was inches from her corpse, he suffered a back injury that left him literally wheelchair bound, and saw his dad fight the thing, and as dizzy, confused and barely conscious as he was, maybe Noct could have forgotten/not seen Regis’ victory, so imagine you’re seeing your dear dad fight against a thing with huge possibilities of dying!?

Of course sweet poor lil Noct was depressed! And as silly as it may sound, this is a child that was put in a wheelchair when he wasn’t used to it. He’s lazy but still a child, so don’t you think that he misses running around? Playing in the mud with Gladio? Skipping on rocks with Iggy? Climbing trees? All that he could do before, and after such a shock and trauma, you’re also taking all that from him?

My dear little angel, no wonder he was depressed :(

And then sweet Prommy kicks in as his savior ❤

I love that Prompto’s aware he can’t do anything but cheer him up and keep him entertained. That’s so sweet. I really really really love that Prom understands the situation, as little as he is as well, and that he knows Noct is in need. Prommy’s not trying to have fun himself, he’s trying to cheer his best friend up, and honestly that’s one of the purest things ever.

“Meowing backpacks are a bit obvious” Ahahahhahahahahahhaha!!! That part is SOOOOOOO impossibly sweet, and funny!! So, so, so sweet despite the hilarity of it! Sweet Prommy knowing Noct adores cats, so cats will make him happy right? That train of thoughts is adorable enough, and him picking stray cats JUST specifically to bring them to Noct because “they’ll make him happy”?? GEEZ

HAVE YOU EVER READ A STORY AS PURE AS THIS ONE BEFORE!?!?!?! THAT IS SO PURE AND SWEET AH.

I also love that the guards notice and just let him through, first because the guards not resisting Prommy’s sweetness is so dear and sweet, and then because I imagine kid Prompto all super tense and stiff walking into the Citadel all nervous, and then his backpack meows and he’s sure he’s about to have a heart attack, because the Citadel is so big and quiet, and the cat just meowed and it ECHOED through the hallway and he’s standing right next to the guards, but sweet eight year old Prommy is like “Well,they probably didn’t notice”.

AHAHAHAHAHA, oh Prommy, you sweet creature

I adore so much that about Prommy applying the oil on his wound. Poor Noct, even though he’s grown all his life with nannies and such, it’s just not the SAME than a friend or someone he REALLY knows. These are employees, and he seesthem as such because that’s what they are. And they take care of him and they’re kind, yes, yes, and he appreciates it very much, but that doesn’t take away the fact that they’re still strangers.

And Noct, introvert enough, is currently depressed. A depressed, an introvert, or someone that’s both, they need time and to feel safe and in among people they trust. And it’s not to be spoiled, no; it’s just a matter of emotional comfort and security. Of course it’s okay and easy to understand that Noct grew tired from them and trusted only Prommy to do it.

The best part of that is that Prommy had to learn how to do it right. Sweet Prommy, already doing so much to keep Noct happy and entertained, also learning how to nurse him correctly. This angel of a boy, taking so much time and effort for his best friend, to the point of literally nursing him like adults did, just because he knows Noct is more comfortable that way.

:’) My heart can’t take this much purity hnfgdfg

Prommy taking Noct out for a walk! YES! YES YES YES!!! Prommy pushing his wheelchair is so dear and so sweet asdjajfg, and I love that our dear sunshine boy knows better than anyone that going outside does WONDERS to health (this is true people!), and as all that he wants is for Noct to be healthy and happy, he doesn’t hesitate to take him outside, That’s so sweet!

AND RIGHT WHEN I THOUGHT IT COULDN’T GET SWEETER, PROMPTO OFFERS TO CARRY HIM

APOSJDOPADPFJLFKHGDFKJHADLSKHFD

ASDJKDJFSD

PROMPTO, CHILD PROMPTO, SMALL AND SKINNY (I guess? Because this has papa Cor so, healthy Prommy?), OFFERING TO PICK CHILD NOCT, A BIT TALLER THAN HIM, IN ARMS, ONLY BECAUSE NOCT DOESN’T WANT THE CHAIR ANYMORE.

Best of all is that Noctis isn’t even ordering him to do this, Prompto himself is who notices this stuff and offers some answer. It’s him who notices Noct is tired of that chair, it’s him who noticed Noct misses running and walking on his own. And it’s him who offers to carry himm. We don’t have the cliché whiny little prince that orders and commands like a snob, we have depressed and shy little Noct just having a real frind that wants the best for him, and would go through all the hells that exist just to see him smile. At age 8

I also love that they fell and Noct fell on top of him, because it maybe implies that Prompto actually made sure to fall in a way so Noct wasn’t harmed. I INSIST, IS THERE ANYTHING MORE PURE THAN THIS!?!?! AGH *PUNCHES THROUGH WALL*

nOCTIS IS LAUGHING.

NOCTIS IS LAUGHING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *EXPLODES*

*SHORT CIRCUITS*

NOCTIS IS LAUGHING MY SWEET ANGEL AH, THAT PART IS SO PURE AND SO BEAUTIFUL AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND SENSITIVE AND HNGFDNF ;A;

To me it taks about how Noct is progressing on his depression, and that the little things Prompto had been doing so far had their results there. It’s not that just the fall made Noct laugh, is that all the effort and things Prompto has done in the past actually unlocked it; like, the event made Noct laugh, but the fact that he CAN laugh in the first place is because of everything that Prompto’s done for him before. Not sure I’m explaining it correctly but that’s what I think :’)

Hahahahaha, I ADORE to bits that they decide to just stay downt here on the ground!!! Ahahahahahahahahha, it’s both funny and SUPER CUTE!! Dear boys falling and unable to/not wanting to stand back up. Too much effort, and they don’t want to take any risks, so it’s okay, right?

It’s such a sweet thing. They fell down together and can’t stand back up? Well, then the only thing that’s left is to roll around, lie on your back, and watch the clouds.

It’s such a beautiful thing whether it’s a metaphor or as literal as it sounds....like they did ;A;

I love that their train of thoughts is “to stay lying/sat here until someone finds us” LMAO. I imagine the two either sprawled on the grass or sat there for HOURS, spending there from 11 am to 9 at night, and sometimes guards see them from the distance but think the kids just got there so they don’t want to bother, ahahahahahah!!! And by the time someone does approach them it’s like

“Boys, you’ve spent here so many hours! Is there a reason for it?”

“Uhm, actually yes, madame. We can’t stand up.”

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Oh this is such a TREASURE of a story, I’M LOVING IT SO DEARLY.

I adore that Prompto got prepared for the occassion, or maybe for a different one but made it work anyway; snacks, jokes that he accidentally messes up. It’s so dear. That says that Prommy took the time to Moogle jokes SPECIFICALLYwith the intention of cheering Noct up andthat’s so pure and sweet yet again, like everything Prommy has done in this sweet little story. I like to think that Noct appreciates and is cheered upbetter out of the intention than the jokes themselves; I don’t doubt that he finds the messed up jokes hilarious, but I think that he finds even more hilarious that Prommy’s messing the jokes up because he just read SO MANY with the intention of telling them all specifically to Noct.

And that’s sweet and hilarious! Of course sweet Noct would laugh :’)

I’m madly in love with this part of the story because it talks about this philosophy about turning accidents into something brilliant, or about how accidents sometimes turn into something brilliant on their own. How things don’t always go as you intend, but it doesn’t mean that what DOES happen can’t be enjoyable and fantastic. About how even though you intended to do something else, what ends up happening may be not only just good, but maybe even BETTER than the original intention. And honestly that talks SO MUCH to me, I’d love to say more about it hasdldskjfslkdfjds

I also ADORE ADORE ADORE that when Regis asks if Noct is okay, Noct’s answer naturally comes out as “Of course I am, I was with Prompto.”

It’s like...such a pure answer. Because he makes it sound like it’s LOGICAL.

“Did you open the can?” “Yes of course, I had the can opener”... “Do you know this story?” “Yes of course, I read the book”.... “Are you breathing?” “Yes of course, I have lung”.

“Are you okay?” “Yes of course. I’m with Prompto.”

It’s sort of like “Are you alright?” “Yes, of course, I have the only tool that is required to be happy and alright, so there is literally no reason I wouldn’t be okay.”

ALSKDJSLKDFJSDLFKJSDF

THAT IS

SO PURE AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGH *FLIPS ENTIRE HOUSE*

“And a genuine smile”. *sigh* I adore that you have this skill of saying SO MUCH in such few words, and not just in that sentence. But that one is such a beautiful example; in just four words you talk about the entirety of Noct’s progress with his depression, about the results of Prompto’s efforts and hard work, about everything. IT talks so much about how Prompto has done such an amazing job at healing Noct in ways that go beyond just the physical part that Noct, after months, in depression, gives a genuine smile despite everything else.

That is so hngfdngdfhgf

I don’t have words enough aaah ;A;

Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you, THANK YOU...for sharing this with me. Thank you. So, so, so much, you don’t have an idea. I feel honored that you’re sharing your stories with me, that you’ve gathered confidence enough to write your stories somewhere, even if just as anon with someone else. I’m flattered and honored to be that someone else. To see your stories, your imagination, and everything.

I’m loving this story so much. I adore it to bits, seriously. I would have adored to say more about everything, but I currently have so much in my ask box, so I’m sorry if my answer is shorter than usual. I’d have loved to say more, but I also want to answer to everyone. Thank you for understanding, and know that if my comment feels short, it’s not on your story, it’s just me! Your story? Pffft. I love it, love it, LOVE it! I adore it to bits. Thank you so dearly, seriously, this is an incredible little story and I LOVED every part of it SO MUCH!

Thank you!!

You’re great and I love your stories. Thanks for sharing yet another one with me! It’s an INCREDIBLE work, like usual. THANK YOU!❤

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giantchasm · 7 years ago

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Can I make you find songs for all your faves? Jk, I know that's asking too much. How about doing Elise from Fire Emblem?

I think a pretty good Elise song is Brighter by Against The Current!

Sometimes we gotta risk it all to chase a dreamIt’s a dive in head first, all-or-nothing kind of thingEvery single time that we lay it on the lineIt’s a roller coaster ride for oneWhen you know it’s do or die and you’re running out of timeWe gotta give it all we’ve got

However, did you say ALL of my faves? You may have joked, as that is legitimately too much. BUT little did you know one of my favorite things to do is actually associate music with my interests! SO. I. I’m gonna do it. Under the cut I’m gonna list off a got damn song for every single one of my favorite characters… For my favorite fandoms. Admittedly ALL of them would be too much. But I’ll do it for Kagepro, Heathers, NITW, BMC, TWEWY, AND FMA (THIS IS LEGIT ONE OF MY SPECIAL INTERESTS AND I NEVER GET A CHANCE TO GET IT OUT. THANK U YOU HAVE SAVED MY LIFE.)

Sad Machine - Porter Robinson

I don’t know much about your life beyond these wallsThe fleeting sense of love within these God-forsaken hallsAnd I can hear it in his voice, in every callThis girl who’s slept a hundred years has something after allAnd though I know, since you’ve awakened her againShe depends on you, she depends on youI’ll go alone, and never speak of you againWe depend on you, we depend on you

True Love - PINK

At the same time, I wanna hug youI wanna wrap my hands around your neckYou’re an asshole but I love youAnd you make me so mad I ask myselfWhy I’m still here, or where could I goYou’re the only love I’ve ever knownBut I hate you, I really hate youSo much, I think it must beTrue love, true love

Plastic Flowers - The Front Bottoms

Listen, just because something burns brightDoesn’t mean it’s going to burn foreverSo all these people around you saying“You’ve got so much further to go!”“It’s going to get worse before it gets better”I don’t know… I don’t if that true

I’m Just A Kid - Simple Plan

I woke up, it was 7I waited ‘til 11Waited ‘til 11Just to figure out that no one would callI think I’ve got a lot of friends but I don’t hear from themWhat’s another night all alone?When you’re spending everyday on your ownAnd here it goesI’m just a kid and life is a nightmareI’m just a kid, I know that it’s not fairNobody cares, cause I’m alone and the world isHaving more fun than me tonight

Paper Dreams - Lucy Spraggan

I’ll admit that I could look fitter,I might get jealous but I’ll never be a quitter,Stumble on your heels while i do up my shoelace,I might be a bitch but I’ll never be two faced.I’ll say what I want, and do what I do,I have my own friends and they hate you too,You have to give respect to get respect,Crawling back under your rock is your best bet.

Secrets - Mary Lambert

I can’t think straight, I’m so gaySometimes I cry a whole dayI care a lot, use an analog clockAnd never know when to stopAnd I’m passive, aggressiveI’m scared of the dark and the dentistI love my butt and won’t shut upAnd I never really grew up

Little Prince - AJJ

This juxtaposition of good and bad Remind me of the best and the worst dreams I’ve hadI’m either too happy or fucking sadAnd I can’t keep up with thatAnd my job, what a shame!Just a mountain of death filling up my brainI’m always tied to the tracks of the trainDesperately afraid of going insane

Misguided Ghosts - Paramore

I’m going away for a whileBut I’ll be backDon’t try and follow me‘Cause I’ll return as soon as possibleSee, I’m trying to find my placeBut it might not be here where I feel safeWe all learn to make mistakesAnd run from them, from themWith no directionWe’ll run from them, from themWith no conviction

Sum of Our Parts - Mary Lambert

I didn’t know I was a phoenixTill I learned how to speakEven with ashes in my mouth,I was still born to breatheI wonder are you like me?Were you left in the fire?Are you raising yourselfAbove your father’s empire?

Always Gold - Radical Face

Everything goes awayYeah everything goes awayBut I’m gonna be here until I’m nothingBut bones in the groundSo quiet downWe were opposites at birthI was steady as a hammerNo one worried ‘cause they knew just where I’d beAnd they said you were the crooked kindAnd that you’d never have no worthBut you were always gold to me

Human - Ellie Goulding

Human, I wonder why you’re a better make Than I could ever build or create,You know not love or hateI am so scared of what will kill me in the endFor I am not prepared,I hope I will get the chance…To be someone,To be human

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave the wordNow in the morning I sleep aloneSweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyesListened as the crowd would sing,“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”One minute I held the keyNext the walls were closed on meAnd I discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your handI hope you find out what you wantI already know what I amAnd if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking againAnd you can tell me how vile I already know that I amI’ll grow old and start acting my ageI’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate

Anything I’m Not - Lenka

I will never beI will never be youNoI will always beI will always be meThat I knowBut, oh,Even thoughI’m happy being meI want to get awayFrom allThis harsh reality

(SHE’S HARD CAUSE SHE HAS NO CANON PERSONALITY. ME AND MY FRIENDS JUST KINDA PULLED ONE OUT OF OUR ASS ALL THOSE YEARS AGO WHEN TWEWY WAS OUR SI, BUT- WHEN WORST COMES TO WORST… OUR INTERPRETATION ALWAYS DID COME DOWN TO PINING LESBIANISM)

Jenny - Studio Killers

Jenny, darling, you’re my best friendBut there’s a few things that you don’t know ofWhy I borrow your lipstick so oftenI’m using your shirt as a pillow case

I wanna ruin our friendshipWe should be lovers insteadI don’t know how to say this‘Cause you’re really my dearest friend

Awkward Conversations - The Front Bottoms

Awkward situations followed by awkward hugsAnd these bullshit conversations take what little air is left inside myNothing but I’m writing like I’ve had too much to drinkLetting go of what we lostCome to terms with how you think of meAnd I love what you’ve done, you cut all tiesYou turned and runYou build me up, you take your fallYou led us straight into a wallAnd I’ll say, “I personally think it’s too cold to have the windows open,but you want to smoke your menthol cigarettes.”

(She gets three songs because I love her more than life itself)

Twelve Feet Deep - The Front Bottoms

Since when did “I wanna hear your voice” not become a good excuse?Calling you three in the morning, laugh at sleep that we’ll both loseMaybe college won’t work out, I can come live at your houseI’m supposed to be at class now but my roommate just passed outAnd I cannot get in my room, get all my books and what I needYou’re all I need but I am pretty sure your parents will never seeI’ll let it be, ‘cause it was never meant to beI’ll let it be.

You Said Okay - Flatsound

Sometimes when I look up I see starsThat cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness And I pray that you aren’t as fleeting Because when we’re lying in roads I get the same feeling That gravity will just turn off and I’ll fall endlessly Into something much larger than I am And I wonder if that’s what it feels like to die and If I’ll ever understand God in my lifespan Because I want to see God I want to know what god feels like

A Small List of Things I Would Normally Hide

So I’ve been trying to let go of the things that torture me insideCongratulations, you’re cordially invitedTo a small list of things that I normally would hideLike high school: No comprehension of enough harmCodeine for numb hearts and patching up cut armsBut drinking cough syrup when you didn’t have a coughIs ironic, because in reality you’re sicker than you thoughtBut, like hearing new music, and being too scared to turn it upVirgin blood mostly told me to stop at the surface cutsAnd sometimes I wouldn’t eat more than a couple bitesAnd sometimes I’d go a week and not sleep more than a couple nightsAnd sometimes I’d get so wrapped up in the “couple life”When the “couple life” failed me the first couple times

Peach - The Front Bottoms (I guess the Nitwit gang is just a TFB crew. Also as a note this is abt him and Angus!

You are my peach, you are my plumYou are my earth, you are my sunI love your fingers, I love your toesThe back of your head, the tip of your noseAnd you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile aboutYeah, you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile aboutOne day you will find someone who will love you like you deserveBut tonight I’m the only one left, And I’m betting it’s a fact that you will never learn

Legit Tattoo Gun - The Front Bottoms (I HAD TO KEEP THE WEIRD NITW TFB THING GOING. Ignore the romance-y parts of this song. That’s not why I picked it.)

My head has thoughts What a ridiculous place to start She said, well, how about my chest Or, more specifically, my heartWhenever I’m alone or feeling lonely I pretend I can play the drums Inside my head and I am good I love these songs They love my songs

Putting The Dog To Sleep - The Antlers

Well my trust in youIs a dog with a broken legTendons too torn to begFor you to let me back inYou said I can’t prove to youYou’re not gonna die aloneBut trust me to take you homeTo clean up that blood all over your paws

Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Dagger

Put me in the hospital for nervesAnd then they had to commit meYou told them all I was crazy!They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee, God damn you!I’m not sick but I’m not wellAnd I’m so hot cause I’m in hellI’m not sick but I’m not wellAnd it’s a sin to live so well

Black Pear Tree - The Mountain Goats

I set the sapling in the holeStarted gently tamping down the dirtI saw the future in a dream last nightSomebody’s gonna get hurt, somebody’s gonna get hurtI hope it’s not meBut I suspect it’s going to have to be

Coming Back - Dean Ray

You can steal my mindTwist it for a while,But you can’t take my prideYou can watch me crack,Throw me way off track But I’ll keep coming backThe streets of Heaven never had a nameI found my own way thereI know I’m bound to lose my way againCause love and war is never fair

Soldier’s Daughter - Jhameel

Greetings good stranger I’ve seen the light as wellIt shines through my country and so i feel compelledTo hold my conscience to what the bible tellsAnd all I know is I don’t want to go to hellAnd peace and love and freedom are worth a bullet weltI learned this from my father who lived and who fellHe once took the oath before his flag and kneltHe died in the war and no remorse was felt

King of The World - Young Rising Sons

I know loss I’ve looked pain in the eyeI’ve seen the demons that live in the nightBut if I was kingIf I was king of the worldAll the talesThat have never been toldBuild up fires to keep away the coldWe’ll sing songsThat will never get oldWe’ll be here forever

(IM SORRY GLUTTONY MY BOY BUT I LEGITIMATELY CANNOT FIND A SONG FOR YOU IT’S BEEN LIKE 15 MINUTES)

(As a note this is for Selim Post-Promised-Day. Since that sort of scenario is when he becomes a fave. Hhhhhh “normal child” forced to remember he was a complete monster. MMM SLURP)

The Mute - Radical Face

And through them days I was a ghost atop my chairMy dad considered me a cross he had to bearAnd in my head I’d sing apologies and stareAs my mom would hang the clothes across the lineAnd she would try to keep the empty from her eyesSo, then one afternoon I dressed myself aloneI packed my pillowcase with everything I ownedAnd in my head I said goodbye, then I was goneAnd I set out on the heels of the unknownSo my folks could have a new life of their ownSo that maybe I could find someoneWho could hear the only words that I’d known

Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size of Your Fist - Ramshackle Glory

Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our houseHe said he needed somebody to take care of his petsCause he was going out of townI asked him “Where?” and he said “New Mexico.”I asked if I could get a rideHe said: “No, you don’t want to follow meWhere it is I’m going.”He pulled out of the drive wayThat was the last time we saw himCause he drove straight to his parent’s cabinAnd put a bullet in his headYour heart is a muscle the size of your fistKeep on loving. Keep on fightingAnd hold on, and hold onHold on for your life

Terror(ism) - Jubyphonic

But where is it supposed to go?And where am I? I don’t even knowNever wondered muchBut now I’m stuck with all these funny feelingsTurned into the kind of person you had always hated? Well I wonder how it feelsTo hear the heavens laughing at you as they Point their fingers down at you and start to jeer“Why don’t you shut your ugly mouth and just go?”“Don’t wanna see you! Get outta my way!”All the bitter things…Start to hurt a little more and turn you grey

Hard Out Here - Lily Allen

I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkingYou’ll find me in the studio and not in the kitchenI won’t be bragging ‘bout my cars or talking 'bout my chainsDon’t need to shake my ass for you 'cause I’ve got a brainIf I told you 'bout my sex life, you’d call me a slutWhen boys be talking ‘bout their bitches, no one’s making a fussThere’s a glass ceiling to break, uh-huh, there’s money to makeAnd now it’s time to speed it up 'cause I can’t move at this paceSometimes it’s hard to find the words to sayI’ll go ahead and say them anywayForget your balls and grow a pair of titsIt’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard out here for a bitch

No Culture - Mother Mother

And I’m like a kid in a candy storeTaking all the taffy that I don’t ask for, yeahI’m like a bull in a china shopKnocking off a knock-off'Cause I got no cultureI got no culture of mineSo can we let sleeping dogs lie'Cause everyone believes me when I say it’s mineA little wool over the eyes'Cause everyone believes me

(He gets FIVE because I have LOTS of complicated feelings abt him and it takes more than one song to sum that up)

City - Hollywood Undead

The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?'Til the skies bleeds ashes and the fucking skyline crashesThey catch us with matches to ignite the flameAnd all the hopes of a youth deemed fucking insaneThey say “Take the pill”“In God we trust”“Go and kill”“God loves us”As in life as in deathBreathing 'til there is no breathI will not die in the night but in the lightOf the sun with the ashes of this world in my lungsBut who am I to say let’s all just run awayGrab your saints and pray, we’re gonna burn this world today

Clean Freak - Jubyphonic

“All people are different” you say bluntly Look at “Needing” and “Wanting” same seven letters But what if you’re wrong and change it up to be “We’re human” Whatever works to shut my mouth? Then why not write a book? Words and letters To define it, definite answers to questions How to live dealing with lots of things Like when a boy and a girl want “pure relations” All of the people crying from all the loneliness in their hearts All of the people lying that they will understand every part All of the people truly think that love is a thing we take No one sees that we haven’t seen at all!

Tommy Gun - Royal Republic

I guilty stand before youI know I misbehavedI never meant to hurt youI humbly beg forgivenessHope that my soul be savedBut if I had a final wish…I would only ask this…I want you to kill me with a tommy-gun babyWith a tommy-gun baby kill meIf you have to kill me use a tommy-gun baby

Cry For Judas - The Mountain Goats

Some things you do just to seeHow bad they’ll make you feelSometimes you try to freeze time'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheelsBut I am just a broken machineAnd I do things that I don’t really meanLong black night, morning frostI’m still here, but all is lostSpeed up to the precipiceAnd then slam on the brakesSome people crash two or three timesAnd then learn from their mistakesBut we are the ones who don’t slow down at allAnd there’s nobody there to catch us when we fall(Sad and angry, can’t learn how to behaveStill won’t know how in the darkness of the grave)

Above The Clouds of Pompeii - Bear’s Den

(You were a God in my eyesAbove the clouds, above the skiesYou were a God in my eyesYou were a God)

You said “Stay in the car and waitThere’s just some things I have to say”Don’t you know I miss her, too!?I miss her just as much as you…

So my father and my sonAs you end what she’s begunYou’ll lie patient by her sideWith roses red come lilies white

I was too young to understandThe flowers slipping from your handsI was too young to understandI was too young to understand

I was too young to understandThe flowers sleeping in her handsI was too young to understandI was too young to understand

Don’t cryHold your head up highShe would want you toShe would want you to

Video Games - The Young Professionals

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for youEverything I doI tell you all the timeHeaven is a place on Earth with youTell me all the things you wanna doI heard that you like the bad girlsHoney, is that true?It’s better than I ever even knewThey say that the world was built for twoOnly worth living if somebody is loving youBaby now you do

Polaroid - Imagine Dragons

I'mma hold my cards closeI'mma wreck what I love mostI’m a first-class let-downI'mma a “shut up, sit down”I am a head caseI am the color of boomThat’s never arrivingAnd you are the pay raiseAlways a touch out of viewAnd I am the color of boom

Try - Colbie Caliat

Put your make-up onGet your nails doneCurl your hairRun the extra mileKeep it slim so they like you, do they like you?Get your sexy onDon’t be shy, girlTake it offThis is what you want, to belong, so they like youDo you like you?You don’t have to try so hardYou don’t have to, give it all awayYou just have to get up, get up, get up, get upYou don’t have to change a single thing

Live Your Life - Mika

You’ve got the whole world in your pocketBut you just don’t knowEverybody’s smilin’ at you everywhere you goIt’s like you’ve got that secretThat everybody else wants to knowAnywhere you are is just like home to youFrom the beaches in ManilaDown to KatmanduYeah you’ve got that secretThat everybody else wants to knowBut you won’t ever let it go ohEverybody wanna hold your handEverybody wanna shine that brightEverybody wanna say they canEverybody wanna live your lifeEverybody wanna talk like youOnly wanna do the things you do'Cause they always gonna turn out rightEverybody wanna live your life

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rksona · 7 years ago

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★ — july evaluation, 2017 ;

🎼 btd — rainism — one more time

“i think i’m literally going to die.”

as dawon watched the videos alongside her cousin for what felt like the millionth time, she can’t help but wonder if one month would even be enough to prepare. to put it mildly, dancing was not dawon’s forte. normally, she’d feel fine—even if she were to make a few mistakes here and there, at least she’d have her vocals to fall back on; a way to show everyone that she wasn’t completely useless. but, this time? there would be no vocals; she’d have to successfully carry her weight relying on dance alone.

“a year ago? maybe. okay, definitely.” soft, lighthearted laughter spilled out of junyeong, his features making it evident that he was amused. “now, though?” he examined dawon for a moment, and it appeared as though he were trying to reach a solid conclusion. “no, no. i don’t think so. you’ve improved a lot, dawon; a lot more than you realize. i think, with a lot of practice, you might be able to pull something like this off.”

well, that was reassuring. “you really think so?” she questioned, eyes glued to the computer screen. she considered her cousin’s words for a moment, wondering if she truly could keep up with the choreography in myname’s btd. for a moment, she almost allows herself to believe it—but the illusion faded the moment she remembered the iconic scorpion dance. “i don’t know, junyeong—it’d take a lot of practice. too much, i think. maybe i could pull it off if i had, say, an entire year to prepare—but i really don’t have that kind of time.”

“come on, how hard could it be?” he asked, taking control of the computer before entering another search. he found a video that played the particular move on a loop, which he immediately opened, light chuckles bubbling up from within him. “it’s amazing what kind of videos people tend to make, isn’t it? still, i guess we’re lucky—this makes our job considerably easier, considering that we won’t have to constantly rewind the video just to watch the same dance move over again.”

watching the video only caused dawon’s doubt to increase, leaving an undesirable feeling of discomfort deep in the pit of her stomach. she was afraid she’d make a mistake—afraid that she wasn’t good enough—afraid that she’d let her teammates down. she had come so far since joining nova last august, that was undeniable, but she wasn’t sure that she had come far enough. she was afraid that all of her hard work had been for nothing. afraid that, at the end of the day, she was still the same girl with two left feet that she had been at the very beginning.

“no, i won’t be able to do it—i can’t.” she felt her heartbeat steadily increasing, her chest feeling as though it were tightening. why? why now, did she find herself feeling so afraid? she had overcome many difficulties before, so why should she assume that this would be any different? she wanted nothing more than to run away and hide, though, deep down, she knew that it wasn’t an option. no matter how much she wanted to escape it, she knows better than to assume that she could ever avoid something like this. if she didn’t force herself to go through with it, junyeong certainly would.

“you can’t?” the boy questioned in return. “oh. well, i’m not too proud to admit that i hadn’t considered that.” he stared at her for a prolonged moment, a subtle frown on his lips. “well, if you can’t do it, then i suppose there’s no need in trying. i’m sure that you also couldn’t get signed to a place like nova entertainment, right?” he paused, a momentary silence falling over them. “of course not. but you did, and look at you now. enough with that quitter attitude of yours, dawon—it doesn’t suit you, not at all.”

junyeong was right, as usual. dawon drew in a deep breath, allowing her eyes to close. “you’re right, i know that you’re right,” she replied, her tone soft and unsure. “but it just feels so scary. i’ve gone through so much as a trainee, and i’ve performed several times. but, before, i’ve always had my voice to get me through. i thought that, even if i happened to mess up with the dance, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad so long as i had sung well enough—so long as i had my voice as my saving grace. but this time, i don’t have that to fall back on. if i make a mistake, that’s it, that’s the end—i’ll have messed up my entire performance.”

the boy placed a hand on her shoulder just then, doing his best to comfort her. “personally, i’d rather mess up on a performance rather than show my teammates that i couldn’t even bother to try. that wouldn’t reflect well on you.” he paused just then, contemplating what to say next. “besides, i know you. when you’re doing something that you’re passionate about, you give it your all. no matter how difficult the situation is, even when you’re faced with impossible odds, you adapt to it. that’s something that i admire about you, dawon. and believe me when i tell you that you can adapt to this, because, yes, you’re that badass.”

dawon pondered her cousin’s words for a moment, eyes flickering open as her lips formed a faint yet warm smile. “thank you, i appreciate you saying that.” adapt or die, she thought to herself, more so for a reminder than anything else. “i’m still doubtful. but i have to try, right?” she asked, drumming her fingers on her lap as she spoke. “otherwise i’m not sure how i’d work up the courage to face the other girls again. they’re counting on me.” while she still doesn’t believe in herself, dawon knows that she can’t afford to let the nova girls down, for more than one reason. “i’ll try my best,” she promised.

“and that’s all i can ask of you.”

july 29th, in an outdoor mall in hongdae ;

despite dawon’s best wishes, the heat refused to let up. it was unrelenting—unyielding—unforgiving, a constant thorn in her side from the moment they had set foot in the outdoor mall. what had she and her fellow trainees done to deserve such punishment? once upon a time, she had fantasized what it’d be like to put on a dance performance to a song like btd; but now it was proving to be much more exciting in theory rather than practice.

it didn’t help that each moment was spent worrying about how the other trainees were handling the heat. without proper hydration and rest, it’s easy to imagine that someone could actually get hurt performing in these conditions. at the end of the day, they were all in this together; if one of them were to suffer, they all suffered. maybe it was wishful thinking to believe that they could all make it through something like this, but dawon had faith in her team.

the only thing worse than the heat was the humidity. every inch of dawon’s body to felt hot and sticky as her clothes began to stick to her skin, drenched in sweat. one of the only things that kept her going was the thought of a nice, refreshing shower that would save her at the end of the day; if she even managed to live that long. while dawon liked to believe that she had pretty decent stamina, given just how much time she devoted to her workout routines, this was certainly taking things to an entirely new level.

the sun was finally beginning to set, and, for a moment, dawon thought that things were finally going to get better. the rain certainly proved her wrong. at first, she believed the water droplets to be nothing more than her own sweat; annoying, but ultimately nothing to worry about. when they continued to fall, however, she quickly learned that they were falling from the sky. and, knowing nova, they’d still be made to perform in these new conditions.

for a while, things were fine; difficult, but ultimately fine. as she performed, however, dawon was distracted, her mind was somewhere else entirely. she couldn’t stop thinking about the trainees who had been abruptly taken to the hospital, or the fact that her heart felt as though it were going to beat out of her chest due to the constant fear that refused to subside. she wasn’t in her element, and nothing felt right.

the rain only seemed to add a thousand new challenges to something that was already exceedingly difficult. every so often, she would fall to her knees, the pain from each fall making it that much harder to carry on. she tried to find junyeong’s face in the crowd, hoping that seeing him would somehow offer her the comfort that he so often provided. he was nowhere to be seen, and dawon was scared. i’m a badass, i can do this, she thought to herself, hoping that the words would offer her the same reassurance they had several months ago during her first evaluation.

i can do this.

...

i can’t do this.

one minor misstep was all it had taken to send dawon crashing down. perhaps she could have managed to recover from it had the stage not been slick with rain, but, sadly, she would never know. her ankle took the brunt of the fall, and she was almost certain that she had twisted it in her attempts to remain steady. for a moment, the pain was unbearable, and she wanted nothing more than to remain there on the cold, wet ground until it was all over.

it was only then that she found junyeong in the crowd. his features made it evident that he was concerned, and rightfully so; dawon knew that she’d be worried, too. would he be ashamed of her? would he be disappointed that she hadn’t even bothered to try recovering from such an injury? no, he wasn’t that type of person, he would understand. but, no, dawon wouldn’t let him down—she couldn’t.

i know you. when you’re doing something that you’re passionate about, you give it your all.

dawon placed her hands on the ground in front of her, pushing herself up.

no matter how difficult the situation is, even when you’re faced with impossible odds, you adapt to it.

she fought through the pain as she put weight back on her feet, struggling to stand, desperate to carry on.

that’s something that i admire about you, dawon. and believe me when i tell you that you can adapt to this, because, yes, you’re that badass.

the pain was excruciating, burning like hot fire. she was trying not to think about, trying to make it through the performance at any cost. there was no way she justify giving up now. even if others accepted it, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. hell, she wasn’t even sure that she could forgive herself for making the mistake in the first place. it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and it definitely wasn’t easy—but there was no other way, she had to do this. she had to persevere, she had to adapt or die.

the pain was too much to handle. for a moment, she closed her eyes, wincing as tears trickled down her cheeks. she was grateful for the rain, grateful that her fellow trainees couldn’t see her in her moment of weakness. she was grateful that, so long as she forced a smile, the audience might actually think that everything was okay. that maybe, so long as they didn’t focus on her occasional limping or inability to successfully carry out the choreography, they would think that nothing was wrong with her—that she wasn’t in pain.

and suddenly, it was finally over.

she had made it.

she could finally go home.

junyeong’s mother was gracious enough to let dawon stay the night, and she was grateful for it. she needed to talk to junyeong about what had happened; he was the only one who always knew just what to say. on the car ride home, she finally allowed herself to submit to the pain—finally allowed herself to suffer in peace, light sobs echoing from within her as she abandoned all hope of keeping it together.

she felt weak. she felt afraid.

but she had survived. she had endured the pain.

so dawon also felt strong.

#rkjuly17eval #solo;#nova;#ft. junyeong;#( wc: 2104 )#tw: injury #( remember last month when dawon was happy hahA )#( this solo was pretty darn sad!! but she got a happy solo last month so this balances things out!! i'm still proud of her!! )

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a-game-of-roles-blog · 8 years ago

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The Doctor will see you now - The Doctor vs. Steven Moffat

Hello, you.

I had no idea you were here, Stev’. Did you want to talk to me? Because I have things to do, you know, I was planning to go to the Pyramid of Cheops with River. Good choice, by the way. She is an angel.

You are here because you want to, Doctor.

Well, that’s not exactly right, actually. My TARDIS was a bit grumpy and she landed here, I don’t know why. I saw this room and I thought “Oh come on, a new adventure, I love a hospital!”. Hospitals are the best places for aliens to hide. Remember that time when I discovered a Plasmavore with Martha? Hospital.

But this one is quite strange. It’s all red and blue, that’s not right. It’s a shiny-shiny hospital. And look! All those faces in the walls! Human faces. Oh, my beautiful humans. That’s really strange. Where did you send me this time?

This room looks exactly the way you want it to look, Doctor.

Mmmh. You’ve always been a bit secretive, Stev’. Not that I blame you, I am a big talker, and sometimes it just doesn’t stop. Quite annoying.

I know you’ve been sad. Sad and Mad. A sad, mad, man in a box.

Oh, here we go again. That’s marketing, that is. “A mad man in a box”. How ironic, the metaphor, box-TARDIS-TV. Was it on purpose? I’ve always wondered.

I know you miss her. You miss them.

Well I do, I must certainly do, but that’s the rule, isn’t it? You give me a new companion, and every time, EVERY TIME, you take her away from me. She died. That’s what they do. They die and forget and move on. I don’t. Well, the other me-s might, but I - the essential conscience of me - don’t. “Stories are where memories go when they’re forgotten”, remember?

That’s not the point. And you know it.

Blimey, you’re annoying.

...

Ok, I can’t take it anymore. D’you want me to tell you a story? You can use it in the next series if you want. Capaldi will be thrilled.

That’s not the point.

Doesn’t matter, I’ll tell it anyway. Ok, well, it begins in a place called The Earth. My TARDIS got a bit tired, so she landed a bit further than expected, and I arrived in a town all shiny and crowded, with a lot of people dressed as Roman Emperors, but they were not – I know the difference, Caesar is a great friend of mine. And the thing is, I had this date with River on the top of the Pyramid of Cheops, so I guess something went wrong. There were all these people, running around, shouting things I did not understand like “Roll Camera – Action”. And at “Action”, people began to quiet themselves and moved in a very disciplined manner. They talked strangely as well. As if they knew what to say. It has always bothered me, people who know what to say.

I wanted to create a bit of an entrance there, so I stood in the middle of the circle, just near a statue of Venus. And the weirdest of things happened. A guy with a moustache came to me – he was not happy at all, I could tell – and told me some words your innocent ears should not have to hear – and said I should move right away, because “they are filming a movie”.

And then I remembered what Amy said about movies. Hollywood. Oops. Definitely not Cheops.

Hey, Stev’. Can you hear that sound? No? Like a rumbling sound, distant but close. No, really, you can’t hear it?

Let me continue – I was in Hollywood then. So I thought I would make the most of it, and I put some sandals on (I am always prepared, TARDIS is a big place) and joined the crowd shouting “Damnatio ad Bestias!”. A good way to practice my Latin, I must say.

You sure you can’t hear it? It’s becoming closer. Like a drum. Several drums.

Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff. I spent a few days there, and they very much liked me because I told them that actually, Caesar had green eyes, not brown, so they gave the actor lenses, and that his shoe size was 4.5. You’d be surprised, he has very little feet this one.

Drums and whistle. And like the wind. It’s definitely coming closer.

Anyway. They gave me a job apparently called “historical consultant” or something, and they gave me some green notes that looked weird, and I could have coffee whenever I wanted. After a few weeks, I was quite the man of the place. But one day, as I walked by the path to the shed (it’s called a studio, by the way), no one was there. I asked a guy with a blue cap and he said “Dude, What’dya doing here? They all wen’off yesterday. The film is over.”

Ah. Maybe it was time to go to the Pyramid. But then, when I looked for my TARDIS – I parked her behind the “W” white sign on the hill – she was gone. Gone. My TARDIS, gone. So I thought that, for the first time in my ENTIRE life, I could take a plane, the thing you humans use to fly. I was on my way to the airport when... Well when she came, my TARDIS, and she drove me here.

So what d’you think, Stev’? Is it a good one?

You’re changing the subject, Doctor.

You want me to say it. You really want me to say it then. YES, I AM PISSED OFF, WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME, I DON’T WANT THIS CHRIS GUY, YOU ARE MY WRITER.

Here we go, finally! This is the first step to recovery, Doctor. Denial won’t lead you anywhere. And we have a tenth series together, the last one, but... Just make it a good one, eh?

You traitor.

You know it’s for the best.

You quitter.

It’s for your own good.

You coward.

And Chris is really nice, you can trust him. And he wrote you several times, remember? The dinosaurs, that was him. The cubes, that was him. You see! He’s not a complete stranger!

Oh. ok. Well. Better be off.

Don’t be like that, Doctor. We can have a nice cup of tea. And then get back to work...

What on earth… The sound! I knew there was a sound! My TARDIS!!!! Come here, you beauty, what have you been up to?! I need to go, Stev’!

Every time. EVERY TIME.

#doctor who #steven moffat

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zacknano17 · 7 years ago

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Day 7 & 8 : words 12,501 - 15,038

In which, Merle fails to save against his own spell.

Trigger warning for talk of suicidal ideation.

“So you trust me with your life, then,” Magnus says. He's just being a jerk now.

“Gods, that sounds even worse,” Taako groans.

“But it's true. I've saved your ass plenty of times.”

“Oooh, what a big fuckin' surprise! The wizard is squishy! Maybe you outta do a better job of not letting me get hit in the first place.”

It really isn't a fair thing to say, and he regrets it just as soon as the words are out of his mouth. But he isn't going to apologize. He isn't, because he only half regrets it, and he doesn't apologize often for things that he does regret, so Magnus will have to suck it.

“Yeah,” Magnus says, and there's defeat in his voice. “Maybe I should.”

Taako sets his jaw, the response just serving to annoy him even more. He steamrolls right ahead. “Well, whatever. I'm here so we can get our stories straight for when we meet up with the Reebster,” he declares.

“Yeah, fine.”

“I don't see why our introduction story would need to change. We met on a job, and we work together now. Easy enough stuff there.”

“Sure.”

“Merle is gonna be our officiator, I guess, so that he has a reason to be there too,” Taako continues. “We should decide we're doing something small, maybe, to cut back on complications. I don't know where, though. My hometown is...” Well, he had no inclination of going back there. “...shitty. What about yours? You're a small town boy, right? All that rustic hospitality and shit.”

“Oh, uh, nah. Not my hometown.”

“Okay. We can have her help find a venue then, I suppose. I think we're supposed to pick colors? She had me look at flowers today, and I sorta honed in on purple ones. Is purple okay with you?”

“Yeah.”

“I think we need another color though, right? Is that how it works?”

“I guess so.”

“You're the one who's been married before, dumbass. I'm just the idiot groping around in the dark tryin' to find his own ass, here. Help a dude out.”

Magnus has switched from looking apathetic to looking uncomfortable. “I didn't...we didn't hire a wedding planner, man. It was just a small time thing. She picked out the flowers and shit,” he says. “I don't think we had special colors? I don't remember. Look. Taako. Why don't you just pick out whatever you want and tell me, and that will be the story, okay? I don't...want to do this.”

“What the fuck do you think I'm doing right now?” Taako asks. “We gotta keep our stories straight, my dude.”

“Then the story is that you're picking all the stuff because I don't care.” Magnus is beginning to sound annoyed instead of just put out.

“God, just make shit up! That's literally all I'm doing! None of this is going to matter, so just roll with it, homie. It's not real. None of this is real.”

“I know it's not fucking real,” Magnus snaps. “And I know you did it so I'd have a way in with you and Merle. I get it, okay!? That's the only reason I'm going with it. But just -- I'll do it, but don't ask me to be happy about it.”

Taako has been pushing buttons for a few minutes now, waiting for this reaction. He doesn't need Magnus' input for stupid shit like wedding colors and choice of venue. He knows whatever he says, Magnus will just go along with it, because it's not important details.

He wants Magnus to be angry and to lash out. He wants it because he's angry, and he needs a reason to be. It's far easier to blame Magnus for something than to figure out what's actually bothering him and fixing that. Magnus isn't cooperating. Magnus won't help him piece together a likely story to tell the wedding planner. Magnus is making his job harder.

Magnus is revolted by the idea of marrying Taako.

Whoops, no, not that last one. That's a little too close to the root of the problem, maybe.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Taako snaps. “You can't fucking leave the past behind you, you won't move forward, and it's my fault because I won't leave it alone.

Magnus stands up. His expression is a mix of fury and shock and pain, and Taako knows he has gone too far. He does not give a fuck.

“No, Taako, I can't leave the past behind me,” he says, quietly. “You know why? Because without her, I don't have a future. I'm not here for the money or the glory or even -- even to do the right thing. I'm here because it's dangerous and we're all probably gonna fucking die, but hey, at least I'll have gone out doing something good.”

That is not what Taako expects, and that is not something he knows how to deal with. He sits in silence, unable to quite think of something to say, particularly around the knot of anxiety that has suddenly tightened in his chest. Magus is talking about dying. Magnus is talking about leaving him behind, and he...he can't let another person leave. He can't.

He can't.

He takes too long to answer, because Magnus gets a hold of himself first. “Fuck, no, I didn't mean it like that,” he says quickly, but it's too late to take it back now. “I don't mean -- I'm not gonna do something stupid! Don't look at me like that. I'm not a quitter, Taako. It's just that, I don't know, I'm gonna do good recklessly, until I can't anymore. That's what -- I mean, isn't that what she would have wanted?”

“To get yourself killed by your own twisted sense of heroics?” Taako spits. “If so, then you were too good for her anyway.”

“That's...not...I guess that is what I said, but I didn't mean it like that. She would want me to do as much good as I could -- ”

“She'd want you to have some fucking self-preservation. Fuck, do you not even realize you're surrounded by people who give a damn about you, and that you'd be doing the same thing to them that she did to you by dying? You're an absolute fucking dick, and I hate you right now.”

Without another word, Taako stands up from his chair and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He carries his head high, because he is actually fighting tears now and he hates himself for it.

He runs into Merle in the hallway. “Taako -- ”

“Can it, old man. If you're gonna spew wisdom on anybody, make it that douchebag in there,” Taako snaps, jerking his thumb back toward Magnus' room.

Then he turns on his heel and stalks into his own room, closing and securely locking the door behind him.

That hadn't gone how he had wanted it to, not at all. He feels raw and full, like his scaly coat of barbs he holds close to him like armor has been pushed aside. He knows he is lonely, and he has been lonely since he can remember. But why had he let anyone close? What the fuck had he been thinking? Nobody can be trusted, and that's all there is to it.

He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, nabbing one of the pillows and hugging it to his chest. Stupid, selfish Magnus, who can't see past his own pain enough to see that his reckless behavior is just going to hurt everyone else.

Taako is beginning to realize what part of the problem is here. It's not that Magnus is making him out to be an unlovable, unmarriable jackass, although that certainly isn't helping. He is self-aware enough to know it's probably true anyway. But the thing of it is that Magnus has made it clear that it's not Taako that's the problem, and that he's not interested in a relationship of any kind.

It's that Taako is.

But, of course he doesn't stand a chance! Of course he never did! Because how can he expect to beat out the dead fucking wife!?

The slope of the mattress from where Taako is sitting causes the umbra staff to roll down off its perch at the end of the bed. It thumps against his thigh gently. He glances at it and takes a deep breath.

“Fuck. Guess I ought to take care of my shit, huh?” he mutters to himself. He stands up and picks up the umbrella, carrying it over to the closet and leaning it against the door. It's not late enough for bed, but maybe he'll curl up anyway. He isn't leaving this room until tomorrow, either way.

As he's changing, there is a thunking sound behind him. He turns around and sees that the umbra staff has tipped over onto the floor.

This time, he picks it up and hooks the handle over the door knob on the closet. He goes back to it.

Thunk.

The staff is on the floor again, rolling slightly in his direction. It gets stuck on the hooked part of the handle and stills.

He knows this is no ordinary staff, and he knows that it has a mind of its own. He knows it likes him and wants to help him -- no other mystical staff has ever wormed its way over to him at a time of need, after all.

Can the damn thing be trying to comfort him?

God, that was the dumbest thing he has ever thought.

“It's pretty fucking shitty when your best friend of the night is a goddamn umbrella,” he grumbles, picking up the staff again. It's slightly warm to the touch.

Taako knows he is being petty. He knows, because he's usually being petty. It's kind of his default state, most of the time. This particular time, his pettiness is the fact that he knows he picked the fight that left him in this state, and he knows why this whole situation is bothering him so much, and he's annoyed by it. He comes out of his room at the inn early, eats his breakfast quickly, and returns to the room before Magnus can come down for his breakfast. Then he spends the day out window shopping. Waterdeep has a fantastic market district, although their fashion sense leaves a little to be desired.

He does run into Merle once, who plants himself firmly between Taako and the door to his room. “What the hell is goin' on between the two of you?” he demands. “He's been moping around since we got back, and you're even more squirrely than normal.”

“You know what? You should talk to him. I think he could use some spiritual guidance,” Taako mutters, folding his arms over his chest.

“Uh huh. That clears things up,” Merle retorts.

“Look, homie, just let me through, okay? I'm not interested in a chat.”

“Well, that's too bad. Because I'm not movin', and I'm gonna cast Zone...of...”

“Don't you fuckin' dare.”

“...Truth!”

Taako feels the tingle of magic wash over him, and either because he is on edge or because he did not see it coming (somehow), but he definitely does not save on that roll. He feels the magic tickle his mind, and he clamps his jaw shut. Fine. Merle can compel him not to lie, but he can't compel him to actually speak.

Of course, as he thinks that, he really gets a good look at the expression of consternation on Merle's face.

“My dude, did you fail to resist your own Zone of Truth?” he asks, breaking his one and only rule here.

“...yeah,” Merle says. “So why don't you tell me what you and Magnus talked about that's got everyone in a tizzy.”

Taako opens his mouth to say, “Why don't I not,” but instead, he says, “Mags said he's in the adventuring business 'cause he doesn't care about living anymore, and I don't want to be friends with a shit lord who's trying to get himself killed.”

Merle is quiet a moment, fidgeting with a leaf growing off his soul wood arm, as he considers. “And I s'pose you told him as much?” he asks.

“I told him that maybe he should give a damn because people care about him, and then I slammed the door in his face and I...” I never want to see him again refused to come out of his mouth.

“Well, that's a tough thing,” Merle finally says. “I felt that way for a while, back when I started this gig up. Like, it didn't really matter if something happened to ol' Merle here, so why the hell not? But I've come around. I'm sortin' through some things, and now I just wanna make sure nothing happens to you boys.”

Taako thinks back to his first job he had taken where he lent his wizarding skills out for money. He had been scared out of his mind the entire time. He had taken the job because there was nothing else for someone like him to do...but is that really true? He thinks it might be equal parts, This will probably pay better than flipping flapjacks on a caravan full of rowdy assholes, and, I've got nothing to lose so why the hell not.

“This conversation is way too deep and personal to be having in a fucking tavern hallway where literally anyone can listen in; you know that, right?” he says, instead of saying anything useful.

Merle pats his arm, and he allows it to happen. “Look, all I'm sayin' is that things change and intentions change. All we gotta do is keep him going for a while longer, give him some time to sort out his own shit, and maybe then things will work out. I'll have a talk with him, but sometimes we get blind to the fact that other people give a damn, yeah?”

Taako knows he is the kind of person who makes a point of not letting other people know when he gives a damn. This is intentional. He has been, up to this point, thinking entirely of himself in this matter. For the first time that he can remember, he wishes he hadn't been so selfish.

“Hey, uh, Merle?” he says, studying intently a spot on the wall to his right so that he isn't looking anywhere near the dwarf. “When you go talk to him, let him know that I give a damn, all right?”

“Sure thing, kid,” Merle replies. “But, I wouldn't worry. I think he already knows.”

And with that, Merle finally allows Taako access into his room.

He flops down on the bed, the exchange having worn him out on a spiritual level. Goddamn. He isn't supposed to be the one getting the sermon. He's supposed to meet with Rebekah in a few hours, and he doesn't feel really up to playing that charade again. He should probably take Magnus and Merle with him, but interacting with other living beings seems like too much of a chore. He'll see who's around when he's about to leave, he supposes.

#tying the nano

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