#maybe part two

[loyalguma]

best friend!satoru never fucks around with his friendship with you.

he loves hates thinking this, but after another shitty boyfriend cheats on you, he’s more than elated that you’re single again. you shouldn’t be dating snotty pricks like those man children anyway. he’s right here for you, so why won’t you take the bait?

you’re knocking on his giant apartment door, vision blurry with tears and puffy cheeks. when he opens the door, satoru already knows the drill. 

let you into his humble abode, offer words of comfort about how “that guy’s just another manwhore, y’know,” and, “you deserve much more than him, sweetheart.” then satoru goes all out by creating a fluffy bed fort—complete with the softest of pillows and heated blankets that keeps the two of you warm. 

“it’s okay, just let it out,” satoru whispers to you, letting your emotions flow freely into his chest. “‘m right here.” 

you’re just friends, but he decides to kiss away your tears anyhow. it’s for good luck, satoru reminds you, his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. 

at some point he can’t take it anymore and just molds his mouth to your lips (once you’ve calmed down, of course). you’re just too soft, too kind for men that waste your time with false hope. 

satoru doesn’t even know if he deserves you. 

“can i tell you something?” he blurts after (very reluctantly) pulling away. 

whoopsies. . . . 

you nod your head, dazed from the kiss you just shared with your best friend. “what is it?”

“. . . .i like you. like, really like you.” the words tumble out of satoru’s mouth before he can stop it, and he’s left with dead silence and an awkward flush on his cheeks. 

FUCK.

[andalitean]

Pop quiz! which plot does NOT occur in Animorphs?

A) local teen does brain surgery on her alien friend using a slug for help

B) dogs built the pyramids

C) Atlantis is real and the people there want to kill you

D) a hawk caused the extinction of the dinosaurs

E) the kids went to another timeline and killed Hitler

F) a random kid at school pushes someone's cousin down a hospital elevator shaft and then gets trapped as a rat

G) girl vomits up alligator

H) god is a gamer

I) gay alien centaurs

J) kids infiltrate the CIA and borrow explosives from the government

K) a child almost dies of rabies while his friends are shrunken and fighting mini enemies inside of his body

The answer is.... L) none of the above. All of these things happened in Animorphs.

[mimomeamirai]

Closed Heart

(aup fanfic)

........

"Have you ever think about being in relationship?"

Someone asked.

Relationship? Impossible. He thought.

He was not blind of what's normal in humanity. But with his current lifestyle he can't imagine anything related to be part of his life.

Don't you feel lonely?

He has companions. A company built of sweat and blood.

A good workers, each one talented in unique way.

Friends he can fully trust and lean on.

People who shares his dreams, and pare nothing to support him.

But that? In that sense?

He can't imagine it.

Or maybe,

He just know,

It's not like he can't

It's just he don't want to.

Because he's a man living in the past.

.

.

.

He got invited to a lunch.

Not anything strange. They're practically a co-workers in the same academy and same generation. Even if he may be rising in rank of job faster than anyone, he didn't consider the other first years teachers as him as inferior. Having a lunch together in campus's cafetaria has become a routine to him, and way of socializing that just happened normally.

Rather than eating alone in his office, eating together with other colleagues teacher has become liberation. In another sense, he just enjoyed it more than he ever speak about it.

Everyone is colleagues, treated with respect and warm atmosphere.

Everyone talk and trying to get close to each other.

And he can't help but being oblivious

sometimes relationships with others.

Because he didn't mean anything or sought anything from them.

Having lifed a life with so many faces and names, a relationship that won't last long

With his luck that made his life turned upside down so sooner or later,

he had to leave never to be seen again anyway.

If he could maka a simple wish

He just want to bask in comfort of current life's peace.

Everything would be just another routine,

If only he could keep being oblivious and ignorant of occurrences.

No, not because of frequent teasing from other teacher when asking about *his* relationship topics. Or,

Subtly not subtle act of her friend everytime he and her in the same room of occurrence.

Not that.

After few more Invitation he can't help but notice.

How the invitation is only for two, not for a many colleagues.

How he got invited to lunch but missing people while at it, and he got roped too late to find the way out.

How he got frequent visit or daily conversation from the way of his class to his office.

Or how at party he got invited to be her dancing partner.

How he got invited to half promises to attend another campus's festival next year.

He became aware

And he became afraid

It will turn to worse

And just before he decided to mitigate the risk of getting another broken apple in his life...

She confessed to him. So.

There goes away the bliss of being ignorant and oblivious.

Her sincere heart is not for him. It's not right. He didn't deserve her. Nothing is accepted, and nothing is returned.

"it's okay", "I understand" she said.

He can only pretend to not see the flowing river in her eyes.

She deserves better.

[sluts4sirius]

there will never be a fic like the cadence of part-time poets, i’m sorry THERE JUST WON’TTT

[thegrimreaper-probably]

I’m just your problem

Reader x Steve Harrington

(Reader and Steve hate each other but the kids and them are stuck together in his house till tomorrow)

“Woah your house is cool y/n.” Lucas says.

“Thanks, I’mma get the blankets.” I run upstairs to grab them.

“Do we have to be here?”

“Suck it up Steve it’s not that bad.” I hear Dustin say, I groan it’s not like I want him here. I go back to the living room.

“Here, you guys hungry? I got left over pizza.” I hand them blankets.

“No we’re good.” Dustin says.

“Can you play this?” Mike asks, pointing to my guitar.

“Yeah, played since I was 7. Taught myself how to.” I grab the red guitar and smile.

“Play for us?” Eleven asks the rest of them give me puppy eyes.

“If you go get in bed.” I hear some groans and then with some help, we set up the makeshift beds.

“Ready!” The boys says I grab a stool and sit down. I play some notes and start.

“La-da-da-da-da. I'm gonna bury you in the ground. La-da-da-da-da. I'm gonna bury you with my sound. I'm gonna, drink the red. From your pretty pink face. I'm gonna-.”

“Y/n they don’t need an emo nightmare song.” Steve says as he leans back on the wall, the kids protest.

“Oh, you don't like that? Or do you just not like me?” I ask then start to sing a new song.

“Sorry I don't treat you like a king. Is that what you want me to do? Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect, Like all your little loyal subjects do. Sorry I'm not made of sugar. Am I not sweet enough for you? Is that why you always avoid me? I must be such an inconvenience to you. Well, I'm just your problem. I'm just your problem. It's like I'm not even a person, am I? I'm just your problem, well. I shouldn't have to justify what I do. I shouldn't have to prove anything to you. I'm sorry that I exist. I forget what landed me on your blacklist, but I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so. Why do I want to? Why do I want to?” I then get to a breaking point of not knowing how to end.

“To bury you in the ground and drink the blood from your- Ugh! Stop staring at me!” I storm up into my room and slam the door.

“That wasn’t cool Steve.” Dustin says to me.

“I know, I messed up.” I groan.

“A lot.” Mike says.

“Like a lot a lot.” Will says.

“Like a lot a lot a lot.” Lucas says.

“I get it!” I yell back and head upstairs to y/n. I knock and don’t hear anything. The door opens by itself.

“What do you want?” He growls out at me. I sigh and look at him.

“Sorry.” He says, I look over to him at the doorway.

“Sorry? Sorry!” I walk over to him and push him.

“I get it-.” I cut him off with another push.

“No the fuck you don’t! That’s the point! You get everything you want!” I yell at him.

“I do not.” He says I push him again.

“Oh so you don’t have a big fancy house? Or a bunch of friends? Or a family? Don’t have any of that?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Y/n-.” Another push.

“No you have it all! And what do I have? None of that! I have none of it!” I yell back as he does nothing to stop me pushing him.

“Y/n-.”

“I have nothing! I mean the only thing from my rotten childhood is a writhing teddy bear. And the only two people that cared about me? Well my mom’s dead and the other one is in that stupid fucking lab! Meanwhile I have to watch a bunch of kids and be some cool badass person but some bitch make it so fucking hard to do so!” I stop pushing him as we make it to the stairwell.

“Can I talk now?” Steve asks as he looks over to the kid’s heads at the bottom of the stairs. I grunt and cross my arms.

“I think your the coolest fucking person I’ve ever met. Scratch that you are the coolest fucking person. And I am a bitch for treating you that way. I was jealous, yeah I have a fancy house but it’s just that. Parents aren’t ever around and my old man wants me to take over his job. Of course I’m not saying you had anything better then me. I just.. Your this cool person who plays music and extra tough. And what am I? Some rich loser named Steve.”

“You, Steve Harrington? Are jealous of me? Y/n Abadeer.” I look at him and he blushes.

“Yes thee Steve Harrington is jealous of you.” He says.

“Well I am way better then you.” I smirk.

“You are.”

“Not done. I am way better then you but I guess I’m a teeny bit jealous of you.” I mutter out the last part.

“Oh really? Couldn’t tell.” I punch him in his arm and he yelps.

“I mean the kids see you as their mom. I’m just their fresh out of jail uncle.” I shrug.

“More like a dad.”

“You proposing right now? Damn that a little two fast.” I says he starts blushing and stuttering.

“I- um- didn’t mean.” I laugh which gets him to stop talking.

“How about a date first? Next Friday I’ll pick you up at 5?” I ask with a smile.

“Uh yeah? Yeah! I mean yes I would love that.” He then try’s to lean on a non-existing door to which I caught him.

“Fall for me already? Guess you do move fast.” I put him back and he stumbles to say anything.

“Good now go put the kids back to bed. While I get a movie playin for us.” He nods and heads down as the kids groan. I laugh and go back in my room to pick out a movie.

Eleven was the one to open the door bc the guys told her to and possibly a part two.

[indecisive-basic-bitch]

Just a little fanfic of Camilo play it cool of the fact that he now lives with Bruno after being scared of him by years.

English it's not my first language but enjoy,,❤️

Camilo knew he was being silly, there was nothing scary about Bruno, we wasn't even that tall like the stories his cousin and sister told them when he was younger, also the little memories he had of him was the weird looking uncle,always seem like he was running from something but as a kid he wasn't close to him at all, he never got any interpretation about his future but I didn't matters. When Bruno disappear Peppa made the sky an hurricane, Camilo never understand if she was mad or sad,maybe a combination of both.Dolores tell him in secret she could still hear him in the walls,was he a fucking ghost now?, Camilo didn't knew but that's when the nightmares started, he wasn't even getting used to being alone in room, he liked shared room with Maribel and his new room was too big for him being alone. Sometimes he went to Dolores room or his Mami room, some days we would even go back to his old room.With the pass of the years we would stopped going in to other rooms but the nightmares still going.

And now Bruno was living with them en la casita, no one looked scared, even Antonio welcome him like nothing, his mother was so happy her brother living with them, this made him feel like he was crazy ,everyone else would talk and spend time with Tío Bruno. If in one occasion Bruno wanted to talk to him he would only look busy.Bruno just thought he didn't like him but so many people didn't like him so it's wasn't such a surprise it's just was a little disappointed because he loved his family and wanted to him to get a along but we would forced.

Everything was under control,they have their dinámic in la casita until one night Camilo was having one of those nightmare, he was in the pueblo doing his habitual job everything was going fine but then he was there, Bruno, well not really Bruno more like que scary versión of him, the seven feet tall one, he grab him by his arms we try to run but his grip was to strong

-I know, I know your secrets Camilo-"Bruno" whispered and touch his faced that when we woke up,covered in sweat and tears among his face, he hit his face, that dream was fucking dumb, there was no reason to be scared but he was, and that feeling was kinda embarrassing.He clean his tears with his hand just to stand up a go to the kitchen, everyone was sleep at the moment and casita was completely dark but he didn't turn on the lights, we didn't want to wake up anyone, just walked and now more relaxed he served himself a glass of water. Then it happens there was Bruno is his door it felt like a dream again.

-Oh!Camilo what are you doing there?-He didn't answer immediately just take one deep breath.

-N-no what are you-u doing here?-His voice stutter and his aspect was not the best, his pijama wet for the sweat and his puffy eyes.Bruno noticed and got close to his nephew.

-Are you okey Camilo?

-GET AWAY RARO- He screamed, he saw how Bruno felt that.He didn't meant it but all he was seeing was scary Bruno.

-Camilo...-Bruno whispered, he took one step aside. A family member being that rude to him, he deserved but that still hit it.

Camilo in the other hand knew,knew he was being ridiculous and rude also an idiot, at the same time he wanted to run inside his room but his uncle was blocking the door.So he did something even more humiliating, he started to cry like a little kid who was scared of the storm only that he we scared and tired from the nightmares and his own paranoia.

Bruno tried to get close to him but he cried harder, his uncle was panicking, he lived in the walls for so long this human interaction wasn't easy.

-Milo, mi vida ¿Que te pasa?-There was Pepa, she hadn't seen her son cry at that level since he was eleven,as he didn't answer she went for him putting him between her arms and he hugged her back hiding his face.

-What did you do brother?-The sentence was full with anger and Bruno could felt the warm climate change into a cold one.Bruno didn't have the courage to say he didn't do anything even if it's was true.

-I was just taking a walk and I was passing through here-Bruno was giving her a weak explanation.

-Go to the point Bruno.-The thunders were visibles now,oh she was pissed, maybe he read the future of her son and was something awful, she was about to get into a beast mood,when the discussion between siblings was stopped by Camilo voice.

-Mami, he didn't do Anything -He was still hugging her and his face hide, Pepa pick up his chin to look at his eyes.

-Then what is wrong?-Bruno felt like he shouldn't be there at all in this moment but he stayed.

-Mami is dumb-His eyes had little tears and he was looking everything else but his mother face.

-Ay si, soo dumb, if it's so dumb why are you crying?-He tried to hide his face again, he felt stupid for the reason and also Bruno was right there and for a bonus tip, Dolores should would hear it, there was a moment of silence, he knew his mother wouldn't leave him alone until telling her.

-Im having those nightmares again, I can't sleep and, and...-He could finish the sentence, his mother was looking at him funny or more confused.

-Milo, you can see there is nothing to be scared-

-I know ma, but that doesn't make it go away-Pepa felt so guilty his son was scared of his uncle all because those stupid stories people said when Bruno disappear.

-Hermano, don't worry, im so sorry for thinking it was your fault, go to sleep you too please - That didn't make it feel better, he wasn't stupid, Camilo was scared of him and that ripped his heart, he leave to his room leaving mother and son alone.

When Bruno was far away Pepa pick up Camilo just like in the old times, Pepa wasn't strong but his son was a lightweight to be honest, that was weird to Camilo but he didn't fight this action, he just let her take him, but then they were passing his room and going to his parents, they had a gigantic bed and there was Felix completely sleep,Pepa lay him down in the bed next to his father and then she would enter in the bed too.

-Tengo quince años ma,I don't think I should be here-He was older not a little kid to be running to his mother.

-You would never be to older to be my bebe.-That makes him cringe even more for the moment but he was a mama boy.

-Im so sorry you have to hear those dumb stories since young mi amor,it's all our fault but tomorrow I will show you my love that there no reason to be scared of him.-She went back to hugging him and a few minutes later they were already sleep,no nightmares, in this weak the first completely night, but Pepa had to think how to make his teenager son no to be scared of his skinny and definitely not tall brother.

[odessa-ody]

Peace Marriage

770 ish words

The church is gorgeous. The wooden pews draped in a soft purple fabric, and vibrant red roses. The royals speak politely to each other about the union between the kingdom of elves and “that barbarian clan” and how it will be great for the protection of the young elves. They stay clear of the...other side of the wedding hall. When the music starts, the guests rise as the prince dawned in a brown tux that looks good with his pale sink and dirty blonde hair; pulled back in a neat style. He moves elegantly down the aisle to the altar. A soft smile plays at his mouth, as he slightly rocks back and forth on his polished shoes as he waits to see and meet his future wife.  

“She looks good for a barbarian.” One of the elves' whispers to her friend. The barbarian walks down the aisle looking like not what she is. The perfect white dress trails behind her. The embordered bodice with pear blossoms, the mess fabric wraps around her broad shoulders and down her biceps where it is covered by a silk bell sleeve that almost meets the ground. The skirt draped over itself, and a hoop skirt. A veil is over her face and dark hair. The barbarian, Odelia, walks up to the altar. Lifting the front of her skirt to set up the stairs, her white botted heels click against the carpeted stairs.  

Julian, the elven prince, looks up at Odelia’s veiled face, trying to see past the heavy lace covering her face. “That dress suits you, dear.” He whispers as he takes the gloved hands of his son-to-be-wife; the gloves did almost nothing to hide the roughness of her working hands. 

The music stops and the guests sits in the pews, and the soon-to-be husband and wife kneels in front of the priest. The priest began his spill about the marriage. It feels like hours pass before he is done with his spill. The woman can’t look up from where her eyes are stuck on the carpeted ground. She doesn’t belong here, in this church of a god she can’t remember the name of, across from a man she does not know the name of. The blonde man looks far too happy to be marrying someone he doesn’t know the face of, or anything about.  

The priest words fall on empty ears; Julian looks at the woman he does not know that is kneeled across from him. He trusts that his father and mother would set him up with someone nice at least. Even if the marriage is only for the peace and protection of the kingdom and clan, he hopes that he and her will fall in love one day. Julian lips are in a smile, stays strong as the priest speak for the ‘I do’s’ of the pair. 

“Prince Julian, third son of the Arathi family. Do you take Odelia Carla to be your wife?” The priest speaks over the murmurs in the raspy voice of an old man.  

“I do.” Julian speaks without giving it a thought. 

The king of the elves' nods from where he sits in the pews. The priest looks towards the woman who has tilted her hidden face up. “Barbarin of the north, second born to Chief Attila. Do you take his highness as your husband?” 

Odelia speaks with a hidden hesitancy, “I do.” 

The priest looks at her, but says nothing, he brings his hands together. “You may kiss the bride.” Julian lifts his hands from his thighs and grabs onto the hem of the veil. When he lifts it, he blinks. Somewhat shocked, but mostly surprised. 

The bride's face is nothing like he has seen before. Her skin is dark with melanin and work out in the sun. Freckled dot her skin like stars in the night sky. Her eyes the color of storms that Julian never laid witness to, dark grey that pulls him in. Scars that healed unevenly line her jaw and to her hairline. Her hair, brown as rich dirt waves frame her face and head, even pulled back. Even with her lips pained red, the rough torn up surface could still be seen. Odelia looks into the prince’s soft blue eyes. As he slips the gold ring onto her gloved hand, she does the same to him. Julian leans in, pressing his lips onto hers.  

The kiss breaks when the guests clap and stand. The newlywed couple stands and moves down the alley as the crowed toss up rose petals and rice over them

Should I do more of this story?

Yes, I would read it

No, I wouldn't read it

Voting ended onMay 2

[tehloserprince]

Why is eye contact so damn difficult? I’m looking everywhere except her face as she runs her hands over my body in the dim morning light. As much as I crave this sort of contact, there’s always some part of me that feels deeply inadequate, almost ashamed of my physical appearance.

She understands dysphoria all too well; someday soon she’ll be at peace, her trip to Thailand looming on the horizon. It all makes sense, but then again it’s hard for me to imagine her being more beautiful than she is right now. If ever there was a woman who didn’t belong in some dingy, ancient apartment, it was her; she deserved so much more than mundane, simplistic surroundings, the companionship of a lost boy. I’m caught somewhere between past, present, and future, filled with happiness at the thought of her new life and gratitude for the sweet memory she’s created here with me. Her lips are moving now - how long have they been moving? - and I haven’t heard a damn thing she’s said.

“Huh?” Oh. Now we’re making eye contact, and I could die happy after seeing such beautiful green hues illuminated by the morning rays.

“I like your shoulders.” She repeats herself, smiling as she pulls me closer; I’m feeling less inadequate, less ashamed as the warmth of her skin against mine fills me with silent reassurances. 

“My shoulders?” I’m glad that she’s tucked her head beneath my chin; she can’t see what must be the stupefied look on my face. “Why?”

“They’re broad.” She pauses, and I catch myself breathing in sync with her, feeling a strange twinge of happiness as I realize that I can feel her heartbeat as she presses against me. It’s all lost on me, the perpetually lost cause, and I’m struggling to comprehend the meaning behind the words when I’m intoxicated by physical sensations.

“So ... I have broad shoulders.” My tone must convey my confusion; she laughs, softly, and it’s absolutely musical and sweet in the still morning air.

“You like androgyny. In a lot of ways, you’re built like a man.” A gentle squeeze, and I can feel her yawn as she presses her cheek against my chest. “Besides, broad shoulders are comfortable to lay on.”

I don’t know what to say to that - to any of that - but I feel some of my own insecurities melt away in the warm truth of her words, the feel of her skin pressed against my own. There’s nothing I can say or do to thank her properly for everything she’s given me; I settle for kissing her forehead, wrapping my arms around her, listening to her increasingly heavy breathing as she drifts to sleep. At least for now, I can keep the rest of the world at bay; we can hide away from it all just a little while longer.