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clumsyclifford · 4 years

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“What did you wish for?” with whoever but i’m partial to malum as you know -rye

For the prompts: #5 with Malum because this idea has made me SOFT (or any other ship, I just really do think malum has a thing for playing with each other’s hair) - @calumsclifford

okay. okay. lou i know this is a super old prompt but ive had a blank doc with it since you sent it and ive just been waiting for inspiration so i hope you will all forgive me for combining prompts. maggie just sent the above one and i kinda wrote them both into one. this is probably ythe softest thing ill ever write. im going to sleep now but i hope u enjoy <3

Michael’s not superstitious.

He’s really not, despite what people say. If anything, he’s too irreverent to be superstitious. If Michael really were superstitious he’d be constantly fearing for his life from all the ghosts he’s sure to have offended. And Michael’s not delusional, either, or even religious. Generally speaking, unless he can see it and confirm it with his own two eyes, unless there’s empirical proof that it’s real, Michael won’t believe it.

But he wishes on 11:11 anyway.

He doesn’t go around spreading that; he likes his reputation as a guy with his feet on the ground and his head screwed on straight. Wishing on the clock is mostly a silent ritual, a concession to the ephemeral laws of fate and fortune, to say, you did it once, and it was the best thing you ever did. A thank you, if it’s anything.

(Or maybe Michael is a little wishful, but he doesn’t go spreading that around, either.)

“Mikey.”

Michael glances up from his book; Calum has just entered the room, and he crawls into bed, yawning.

“Hey,” Michael says, bookmarking his page.

“It’s 11:11,” Calum points out through another yawn. Michael looks at the clock by his bed, and sees Calum’s not lying.

“Huh,” Michael says. “Make a wish.”

Calum grins and curls up under the comforter, cheek resting on Michael’s stomach. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Michael ignores him for a moment, allowing his hand to drift to Calum’s hair and gently card through it as he watches the clock. He makes the same wish that he always does, because it’s never failed him yet. Then he waits.

(It’s a little superstitious, okay? But Michael believes that the entire minute of 11:11 is sacred. If you make a wish and then turn your back before the clock changes, the 11:11 wish-granting factory will discard your wish. And nobody wants that.)

When the clock flips to 11:12, Michael scratches his fingers lightly on Calum’s scalp and says, “You going to sleep?”

“What’d you wish for?” Calum asks, like he didn’t hear Michael just ask him a question.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Michael says. “Are you going to sleep?”

“Maybe,” Calum says. “Why won’t you tell me your wish?”

“Because then it won’t come true,” Michael says, trying to make it sound sarcastic even though he firmly believes that platitude. He’s not superstitious. But it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

“That’s bullshit,” Calum says. “C’mon, Mikey.”

“I’m not telling, Cal, it’s a secret and it’ll stay that way.”

“I’m your best friend!”

“Exactly, and wouldn’t you feel terrible if you were the reason my wish didn’t come true?”

“I thought you weren’t superstitious.”

“I’m not,” Michael says automatically. He sighs, because there’s no way Calum will believe it when he says that anymore unless he proves it.

He doesn’t want to be superstitious, but he’d rather be careful than jinx his wish.

“You’re being weird,” Calum says, and yawns. “Wish I weren’t too tired to annoy you about it.”

“You’re already annoying me about it,” Michael says. “Fine. How about this. I’ll tell you what I wished for the first time I wished on 11:11, and then you’ll understand why I don’t want to jinx my wish.”

“Can you tell me while we cuddle?” Calum asks. Michael smiles a bit.

He shuffles down under the duvet, turns off the bedside lamp, and leans his forehead against Calum’s. In the dark, all Michael can see is the faintest outline of Calum’s figure. He can see Calum’s eyes, but only because they’re so close; he can feel Calum’s breath against his mouth. Michael smiles. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Calum says. “Story time?”

“Yeah,” Michael says. He sees Calum close his eyes. “So, uh, picture this. I’m seven years old. My mum’s just told me that sometimes people wish on things like eyelashes, and shooting stars, and, fucking, I don’t know, dandelions. And on the clock, when it’s 11:11. It sounds like a load of horseshit to me, but I’m seven, you know?”

“Are you going to ever actually say what you wished for or just talk around it forever?” Calum mumbles. “I’m gonna fall asleep before the story’s over at this rate.”

“Fuck you,” Michael says, not meaning it. Calum’s so warm and familiar. “Do you want to know or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Okay. So I — that night, I stayed up until 11:11 just to make a wish on it. Just to see. I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t work, so I could be like, told you so to anyone who asked. So I wished — I wished for a best friend.”

“Aww, Mikey,” Calum says softly.

“And the next day I went to school,” Michael continues, “and I sat by myself at recess like I did every day, and then this kid came up to me, and he told me he liked my hair, and he asked me if I wanted to be friends.” He pokes Calum in the chest. “And I told him no, because I knew he’d grow up to be an asshole who would make me come to his stupid footie matches every week.”

“You’re such a sentimental,” Calum says; his eyes are open again, and they’re gazing straight into Michael’s. “I didn’t know about that.”

“I know. I didn’t tell. It felt silly,” Michael admits. “But I don’t know. I feel like I got lucky. And that I should repay that luck by trusting in the power of the 11:11 wish.”

“But I don’t understand why you’re still wishing,” Calum says. “You’ve already got me. What more could you possibly need?”

“Arrogant much?” Michael mutters, grinning. Calum shoves gently against his chest, but then leaves his hand there, dragging lightly against his t-shirt. Michael wonders if Calum can feel the way his heartbeat is kicking up a storm inside his ribcage.

“I’m just curious,” Calum says, and Michael can hear the pout in his voice. “Like, what, are you wishing that I’ll stay your friend?”

Michael doesn’t answer.

“Wait, are you really?” Calum says slowly. “Because you know that’s ridiculous, right? Nothing in the history of anything could ever compel me to stop being your friend.”

“Yeah, I know,” Michael says. He presses his own hand on top of Calum’s against his chest. “I know.”

“Stop wishing for me,” Calum says gently, lacing their fingers together. “I’m not going anywhere. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, yes, obviously.”

“But?”

Michael exhales. “But I just…whatever force, whatever higher power brought you to me, I don’t want to pretend like I earned your friendship. Like, I got so lucky. I just want to show that I appreciate it, you know? So they don’t take you away.”

“Jesus, Michael,” Calum says, an edge to his voice. “For a guy who says he’s not religious, you sure do put a lot of stock in fate. You ever think maybe I stick around because I like you? As a person? That I like to be around you, and that you make me laugh, and that you’re important to me?”

“I know, I know.”

“Do you?”

“I do,” Michael says. “I know. It’s just.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what it is. I’m not usually superstitious. You’re just, you’re important to me. And…every 11:11 since that first one, I’ve wished that you’d stay, and you’re still here, so.”

Calum huffs a laugh. “You’re an idiot, Michael.”

“What? I’m baring my soul and you’re calling me an idiot?”

“Yes, I am. Do you hear yourself? You’re trusting a clock to decide if and when our friendship will end? Make your own decisions, Mikey. Are you leaving me anytime soon?”

“No,” Michael says forcefully. “I would never.”

“Well neither would I,” Calum says. He sounds steady, certain; there’s something calming about the ease with which he says it. “So why don’t you trust in me, and this,” he gestures between them, “and stop wishing about it on a clock.”

Michael watches Calum in the dark. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I know,” Calum says.

“I love you,” Michael tells him, and it’s the simplest thing he’s ever said. It’s different to say it now than it has been before, after Calum’s done him a favor or helped him with something difficult, but it feels truer than it ever has.

Calum smiles. “I know,” he says again, and before Michael can reprove him for quoting Star Wars, he closes the space between them and presses a soft kiss to Michael’s lips.

Michael feels warmth cracking open his chest, and he squeezes Calum’s hand when he moves away. “Are you gonna say it back or will I have to make a new wish on 11:11?”

Calum chuckles sleepily. “Of course I love you, Michael,” he says, curling into Michael’s chest. “I don’t know how else to know you.”

Michael falls asleep. Calum is still there in the morning, and even after Michael stops wishing on 11:11, every morning after that, as constant as clockwork, Calum is there. Michael never wishes for him to stay again. He knows Calum’s not going anywhere.

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stillthewordgirl · 5 years

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LOT/CC fic: Somewhere on Your Road Tonight (ch. 14)

Sara and Leonard made a life for themselves, together in 1958, after the Waverider left them, Ray and Kendra behind. But now they're back on the ship, Mick has been twisted into Chronos, Kendra is pregnant, and Savage is still out there. They'll deal--together. (Sequel to "Chances Are.")

Second "Destiny" chapter. Pieces are coming together. Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta.

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

Since Rip, Raymond and Mick seem like they might have the better chance at anything having to do with the ship and getting away from the Time Masters, Leonard takes the responsibility of getting Stein to the medbay. The older man is trying to move as best he can, but he’s clearly suffering, and Leonard can’t help a prickle of sympathy.

Once the professor is settled into one of the chair-bed things, with an IV of medication Gideon has prescribed to at least keep him more comfortable, Leonard hesitates, uncertain. He wants to go find Sara, but leaving Stein alone to contemplate his plight seems…well, cold, even to him.

“Anything help you other than getting the kid back?” he drawls uncomfortably, sidling toward the chair. The ship shakes a little as he does so.

Stein opens an eye and regards him with an expression that’s understanding and almost kind. It occurs to Leonard that while he may have been the one on this ship who’s changed the most, the professor has changed too. He’s a far cry from the arrogant man who’d scorned Leonard and Mick back on that rooftop in Central City.

“No, sadly, Mr. Snart,” he says with a sigh. “It’s just a matter of time, I fear. And now, with Captain Hunter’s revelations about the nature of our quest itself…it seems that it’s all been for nothing.” He shakes his head. “At least Jefferson is well out of it.”

Leonard wants, no, needs, to find out more about that himself, but while they’re still in the process of getting the hell outta Dodge, it seems best not to storm onto the bridge demanding answers. As the ship jolts again, he decides to sit down next to the other man. Stein watches him do so.

“Mr. Snart,” he asks after another moment, “may I ask you a question?”

The ship shakes, lurching. Leonard decides he’d rather be distracted. “Shoot.”

“Back in the beginning. When Captain Hunter invited us on this whole…adventure.” He stops, then continues again as Leonard continues to regard him. “Why did you decide to go?”

It is, truthfully, a good question. Leonard can remember how scornful he’d been of the whole thing, at least on the surface he’d presented to the others. And it seems like the least he can do is to offer the truth to the man before him, who, it seems, is all too likely to be giving his life on this mission.

After a moment’s thought, he starts to speak, carefully. “I’ll deny it if you tell the others,” he warns Stein, who rolls his eyes but also inclines his head. “But I do care about my city.”

“At least, insomuch as no one could hurt it but you, eh?” But the professor waves a hand when Leonard gives him a weary look. “I’m sorry. Carry on.”

After a minute, he does. “I did wonder if I could…” He thinks of Sara’s words back then. “…change my fate. Either by changing the past or, as it turns out, becoming…a rather different person.” He shrugs. “And I got even more of a chance for that than I’d expected.”

Stein tilts his head and offers up some of his occasional uncanny understanding. “Your time in 1958?”

“Yeah.” Leonard hesitates again. “Amazing what a clean slate can do.”

Stein’s closed his eyes again. “Hmm,” he muses. “I daresay Ms. Lance’s presence in your life didn’t hurt either. The love of a good woman…or rather, a good person…has saved many a lost soul. Clarissa…in some ways, I think she effectively saved me.” He sighs. “I hope I get to see her again. At this point, however, I rather doubt it.”

Leonard’s not sure what to do with that. “C’mon, professor. I thought cynicism was my hallmark.”

“As you’ve said, Mr. Snart, people change.” But Stein shakes his head. “Still. I suppose that there is always hope.” He smiles a little. “In a world with time travel, is not anything truly possible?”

“And in a world with burning, nuclear-powered heroes,” Leonard tells him seriously. “And speedsters. And…”

“…and where Captain Cold is a hero.”

Leonard frowns at the older man, but Stein just chuckles. “Don’t deny it,” he tells Leonard mock-seriously. “Your actions prove otherwise.”

“Eehhhh.” He decides not to argue. “You get back to 2016, professor, don’t tell Barry Allen and his ilk that.”

Stein chuckles, closing his eyes. “I do believe I shall have to try to survive this, Mr. Snart, just to collect on all these favors you’re going to be owing me.” He reopens one eye and regards Leonard. “Please tell the others that I will endeavor not to blow up while I’m here.”

Leonard feels his own lips twitch at the words. “Appreciate that, professor.”

“As well you should.”

Despite the others’ reassurances, Sara’s still relieved when Leonard finally ambles onto the bridge. He catches her eye and she catches his, and that’s enough for now.

“Professor's in the medbay,” he drawls, approaching the others. “Promises not to blow up while he's on board, which I thought was considerate.”

Rip sighs, moving toward the holotable. “Yeah, the professor's condition is the least of our worries, I'm afraid.”

That seems a bit callous, but as Sara frowns, Ray chimes in.

“Yeah, much to my chagrin, it turns out everything we've done, maybe even our whole lives,” he says woefully, “has been determined by the Time Masters.”

“What?” Sara asks incredulously, leaning forward. She glances at Leonard, who leans on a jump seat, eyes sweeping the room. He doesn’t look surprised. Instead, he wears an expression of intense concentration.

Granted, he’s been insisting for a while that the Time Masters are pulling their strings, but this…this is more than that. Those words--which no one is arguing with--suggest that it goes back farther and deeper, that…

No. No, Sara doesn’t want to think about that right now. As it is, her stomach is twisting, thinking about the choices she’s made and the places she’s been…the people she’s hurt…

She doesn’t look at Leonard now. She can’t.

“The Time Masters have this thing called the Oculus, which allows them not only to gaze into the future, but to engineer it,” Rip tells them resignedly. “Yes, Mr. Snart. As I said before, you were right.”

But Ray speaks again before Leonard can respond. “A future where I'm dead.” Sara’s heart goes out to him as he closes his eyes, swallowing. “Guy, you gotta get Kendra back. I mean, for her sake too, but Alex…”

“We won’t leave your kid without a family, Haircut,” Mick cuts in roughly. “No matter what.” He shrugs uncomfortably as everyone looks at him. “Don’t know that we’re what you and Bird Girl would want for uncles and aunt, but I s’pose we’re better than nothing. And, hey, Snart and I know what not to do, anyway.”

Ray looks like he’s going to cry, or hug somebody, but the captain speaks up again, shaking his head.

“This is a lovely moment,” he says, just a touch acerbically, “truly. But in my opinion, Dr. Palmer's death is not part of their plan.”

“Not reassuring,” Ray mutters, then “Ow!”

Mick, apparently deciding that enough sentiment was enough, had leaned over and whacked him in the arm. Then he turns challengingly to Rip.

“You sayin’ the Time Masters wanted me to do that?” he growls.

Rip gives him a long-suffering look. “What I'm saying is that they've been engineering our lives to move in very specific directions,” he says. “And we are playing out that script even now.”

The Gambit? The Pit? All the people she’s killed? Sara closes her eyes, then opens them, rising from the captain’s chair and moving toward them. Her eyes catch Leonard’s very briefly, and she can see similar thoughts there. Did the Time Masters make sure he’d be a criminal no matter what, with the perfect skills to do what they wanted on this mission? Did he ever have a choice? Did they create Lewis? Or Barry Allen to prod him down another road?

And what about them…

Before she speaks, though, he does.

“But they’re not controlling everything,” he says, staring at Rip. “And we can still surprise them.” They’re statements, not questions. “They didn’t know that I’d left the ship in Harmony Falls.” He glances at Mick. “We know the Time Masters didn’t know I’d been left behind too.”

Rip blinks, considering that, and Mick grunts thoughtfully in agreement.

“Yeah,” he says. “They told me just what to do. And things were all different from what they said.

Ray, looking a bit encouraged, nods. “So they didn’t have anything to do with what happened to any of us in 1958.”

Sara looks at Leonard, who’s looking steadily back at her. This is still disconcerting and awful, but at least…at least they have that.

“No. They can’t control thoughts, and they can’t control feelings,” Rip tells him, almost gently. “And…they’re not in there all the time, fiddling with every little detail.” He shakes his head. “It’s a rather jarring experience, the Oculus. It’d be like performing delicate surgery with a hacksaw.”

“So, it seems they sort of…set the program and let it run, with occasional course corrections.” Ray looks thoughtful.

Sara takes a deep breath. “Well, this is interesting…and encouraging in a few ways, anyway, for what that’s worth. But we still need to figure out what to do.” She puts her hands on the holotable, scanning the others. “So, we can go to 2016, but that might be what the Time Masters want. Or we can go get Kendra...”

“Which could also be what they want,” Leonard mutters.

“Then we need to do what they don't want,” Ray says, determination brightening his voice. “If the Oculus is what they're using to control us, then we need to destroy it.”

Sara nods, but…

“No,” Leonard cuts in, getting to his feet and approaching. “Or not just that, anyway.” He takes a deep breath as the others look at him. “Look. They’re expecting us to act according to our natures. Right? That’s the whole point. They did their best to create those natures.”

“Yes?” Ray looks inquiringly at Rip, then back at Leonard. “But…”

“And the Time Bastards just made sure to give their biggest rebel, a bunch of heroes—and me and Mick—the information that they control time.” Leonard tilts his head. “What do you think they think is going to happen?”

For some reason, as soon as he’s delivered those words, something in Leonard relaxes. Not entirely, but a little. Like he’s passed a test. Delivered a message.

It’s an odd sensation, but he decides not to examine it for the moment.

“I acted against my nature—what had been my nature—when I left the ship in Harmony Falls,” he says, looking at Sara. “And they didn’t expect it or plan for it. What, now, would they not expect us to do?”

Sara hums thoughtfully. Raymond shrugs. “Give up and go back home,” he points out. “But we can’t do that.”

“Well.” Rips frowns. “I do think that going back to the place we just escaped from would seem rather unexpected.”

Leonard snorts. “Not with this group,” he says. “Seriously, Rip?”

The captain gives him the ghost of a smile. “True, indeed, Mr. Snart. But we still need to get rid of this Oculus, if we’re to have any hope of truly changing things.”

Raymond’s looking off into the distance. “I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be a hero,” he says quietly. “A hero…a hero is brave. Helps others. Makes a difference. If I can do that, to make a better life for my son…”

“So, basically, the Time Bastards would expect you to do some shit like dying while trying to blow up the Oculus.” Leonard nods when the scientist gives him a startled glance. “So, you can’t do that. You’ve gotta be selfish, Raymond.” He glances at Rip. “Can you take him back to the Refuge?”

“No!” Raymond says, even as Rip considers and nods.

“And the rest of us, Mr. Snart?” he says with resignation, but also with a small smile on his face. “As you just might be onto something here?”

Leonard can appreciate what it’s cost the captain to say that…and maybe Rip’s arrogance was something the Time Masters were counting on too. He gives the other man an understanding smirk in return.

“The rest of us…” he says slowly. “What if we split up? Rip, they’ll figure you’ll go back to the Vanishing Point. It’s personal. You and…and Sara and maybe the professor, if he’s up for it…go after Kendra.”

“Wait a minute…” Sara starts as Rip lifts an eyebrow.

“And what are we going to use to do that?” he asks drily, spreading his hands out before him. “One ship.”

“The Pilgrim’s ship is still at that old outpost, right? Leonard looks around at Mick. “You hid it.”

His friend grunts thoughtfully. “Yeah. I could fly that. Good ship.”

“Great. Then, Mick and I will blow up the Oculus.” Leonard ignores the immediate arguments. “They won’t expect the criminals to be playing heroes.”

Mick nods. “And I like blowing stuff up.”

“You’re not…”

“Mr. Snart…”

“He’s got a point.” Raymond shrugs as everyone looks at him. “We can make it work. We’re Legends, right? But one change.” He holds up a hand. “I get your meaning, Snart, about going against what they expect. But…I won’t do any good to the mission if I’m back at the Refuge. I want to go with you.”

Leonard regards him a moment, then glances at the captain. “Rip,” he drawls. “What was the Boy Scout here doing? When…What did you see in this Oculus thing?”

Rip hesitates, thinking. “He was…” His eyes widen. “It was an explosion. How did I forget that?” He looks at Raymond. “You were working on something. And there was light…you started to come apart…”

“I think that’s enough,” Sara breaks in as Raymond winces. “Rip, even if we—or some of us—return to the Vanishing Point, can they mess with us there?”

The captain shakes his head. “No, Druce told me that the Oculus' ability to control our actions doesn't work in the Vanishing Point, most likely because the Vanishing Point itself exists outside of time.”

“And we need to move,” Leonard says firmly. “If you want to have any chance to save Kendra. And your family.”

Rip looks a bit wild-eyed, but Gideon cuts neatly in, her voice calm.

“I apologize, Captain,” she says, “but I’ve already diverted us toward the outpost. Mr. Snart’s plan is a good one, and I chose to…anticipate your orders.” She pauses as Rip collapses into a jump seat and Mick barks out a laugh. “May I also point out that you have always encouraged such independence, but…a time ship AI knows what it is to be controlled by the Time Masters. I wish to help, although they are not all like me.”

Rip rubs a hand over his face. “Ah, Gideon. No one is quite like you.”

“Thank you, Captain. I shall take that as a compliment.”

“OK, then,” Ray says firmly, turning for the corridors. “I’m going to go talk to Stein, figure out how we’ll need to destroy this Oculus wellspring. Rip, we’ll need what you know.”

The captain shakes his head but gets to his feet. “This is not how I envisioned this going at all,” he comments with a sigh, then smiles. “Which just may be precisely why it works.” He glances at Mick. “Mr. Rory. You have experience as a time ship captain—and a reputation as a sneaky and very effective one. Would you work with Gideon to plot a good intercept course for Savage?”

Mick shrugs, but Leonard thinks he almost looks pleased at the words and the request. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Leonard stands with Sara and Mick, watching as Rip and Raymond leave, then looks over at his friend. “You want help?” he drawls, folding his arms. “Might not know how to fly a time ship, but I know how to plan.”

Mick’s already deftly pulled some schematics up on the holotable. He glances over and snorts. “No,” he says, “I want you two to go get your shit together before we all trot off to hunt psychopaths or blow stuff up.” He looks back to the display. “So, get. I got this.”

“We got this,” Gideon announces. “Mr. Rory, please take a look at the path skirting Jurgens Ridge. I believe…”

She continues, and Leonard blinks at his old friend, then looks at Sara.

She gives him a slight smile and shrugs.

“OK, then,” he mutters, turning aside and heading for their room. “I know when I’m not needed.”

“Don’t whine, Mr. Snart,” Gideon tells him snippily, stopping her comments to Mick for a moment. “It’s not a becoming trait.”

Well, he thinks with resignation as he saunters for the door, at least the comment makes Sara laugh.

“I can’t believe we were just…dismissed…like that,” Sara says with faint amusement as they enter their quarters. She looks from side to side restlessly, then turns to face Leonard. “I mean, I know my skills lie mainly in hitting things until they stop moving, but…I would have liked to do something.”

Her words get a slight smile, although it’s a distracted one. “Got the feeling maybe we already did,” he drawls, leaning against the bed and watching her. “But…you OK?”

Sara laughs a little, knowing that the sound isn’t very sincere. “Well. I’m trying not to think about it too much,” she says, boosting herself up onto the bed and looking down at her hands. “I don’t know how profound the directions the Time Masters steered us in are, and I don’t think I want to know. I know I still feel responsible for everything I’ve done. And it still keeps me up at night.”

After a moment, she hears a sigh and glances over at Leonard. Her lover is staring off into the distance, a complicated expression on his face. It’s melancholy and uncertain, very unlike anything he shows the world, and something turns over in Sara’s heart as she watches him.

“Len,” she says quietly, putting a hand out and resting it on his shoulder, “what are you thinking?”

Leonard shrugs, after a moment, then looks at her.

“It wasn’t just a script,” he asks, a still, opaque expression on his face. “Was it?”

Oh.

Sara tightens her grip on his shoulder, pulling him toward her, and after a moment’s resistance, Leonard allows her to guide him. After a moment, he’s facing her, although his eyes are still darting around and not meeting hers. He exudes uneasiness and apprehension, and she can see and feel how stiff his shoulders are.

“I thought we agreed that the Time Masters didn’t even know we were there, in 1958,” she says. “When our relationship…changed. Or evolved. They weren’t pulling our strings.” She reaches up and rests a hand against his jawline, feeling the tension there. “And…Rip said, they can’t change feelings.” She takes a deep breath. “Everything we feel…it’s real.”

Finally, Leonard’s eyes meet hers, heartbreakingly wary.

“Yeah?” he asks quietly. “And what…” He pauses. “I’m not a good person, Sara. Not the sort you should…care for. I…”

Sara huffs out a breath. “Stop…listening…to Lewis,” she tells him sharply, shaking his shoulder a little, then feels guilty as he flinches. “He’s been dead for months, or longer depending on how you look at it. Stop giving his voice space in your head.”

Leonard actually looks thoughtful at that, and Sara presses her advantage, reaching up and putting her other hand on his jaw, holding his face in her hands and making sure he looks at her.

“I think we went through all this back in 1958,” she tells him. “About you being a good person. Leonard, no one’s a good person all the time, and you’ve been actively trying to be better.” She hesitates. “What would Rebecca say? Or Ginny. David?”

He mutters something, but Sara doesn’t let him off the hook. “You know perfectly well what they’d say, because they’ve said it,” she tells him fiercely. “Now, stop insulting the man I love. Or I’m going to be pissed.”

That actually gets a smile, and he studies her, eyes a saturated deep blue. It’s impossible, as the tension fades—replaced by a different sort of tension--not to realize how close they are or how very charged the atmosphere is. Leonard reaches out deliberately and puts one hand on either side of her on the bed, looking through his lashes at her, and smiles.

“Well,” he drawls, sounding a little more like himself, leaning toward her. “Can’t have that. The woman I love is quite the badass, you know.”

“Yeah?” Sara smirks in return, moving her hands down to rest on his hips, where she threads her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him even closer. “She sounds awesome.”

“Oh, yeah.” Leonard studies her, then glances away, expression going serious again. He looks like he’s trying to make a decision, and Sara waits, wondering.

Finally, he nods, as if to himself, and meets her eyes.

“Being on this ship,” he says, quietly, bringing one hand up to touch her cheek gently, “traveling through time…” A pause. “…I’ve been wondering what the future might hold for me... and you…and me and you.”

He stops again. Sara feels like she can’t quite breathe. Is this…a proposal, Leonard Snart-style?

“You want to steal a kiss from me, Leonard?” she says lightly, giving him the chance to defuse the moment even as her pounding heart wants desperately to know what he’s going to say. “You better be one hell of a thief.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. A light in his eyes, Leonard starts to speak again…

But Gideon beats him to it.

“I am very sorry, Mr. Snart, Ms. Lance, truly, but we have arrived here, at the outpost,” she says carefully. “And time is of the essence…ah, in more ways than one. Can you meet the others at the bridge, or…”

A sigh explodes out of both of them at once, and Leonard shakes his head roughly as Sara closes her eyes and put a hand to her forehead. She wonders, briefly, if Leonard will tell Gideon that they need another moment…but then Leonard’s kissing her, his hand moving to curve behind her head, his lips warm and intent on hers, and Sara kisses him back, pulling him close, trying to memorize the feel and the taste of him before they part. It’s dangerous, what they’re going out to do, and they both know it—but if they ever want the future Leonard had spoken of, it’s something they both have to do.

They part slowly at first, staring at each other like they’re trying to memorize the sight, too. Well, Sara knows that she, for one, is. She tucks a strand of hair behind an ear and takes a deep breath, knowing that they have to move.

“I love you,” she tells him breathlessly. “Leonard, be careful. I know you’re playing the hero now, but…I’d rather have a live crook. Got it?”

That gets her a wry, if somehow melancholy, smile. “Got it,” he shoots back. “Sara…I love you, too.” A glance away, then back. “Give Savage hell, and don’t let Rip do anything too stupid.”

He steps back, and Sara slides off the bed with a sigh, grabbing her good White Canary leathers. “I could say the same to you,” she tells him. “Don’t let Mick and Ray do anything dumb. I want you all back.”

“Promise.”

She’ll remember that, later. He’d promised.

#somewhere on your road tonight #captain canary #legends of tomorrow

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 63/76

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Loki went to Frigga and kissed her cheek. “Mother, I fear we cannot stay. Duty calls. If you have need of anything, send word,” he told her warmly.

“I will keep watch. Your Father will wake again. Don’t fear, my son,” she told him kindly and reached up to touch his cheek.

You stepped over to join them. “I’m sure he will wake soon, Queen Mother,” you told her kindly. She gave you a warm smile and nodded in agreement.

Loki kissed your cheek. “Come along, darling. We have work to do,” he told you warmly and offered you his arm. You placed your hand lightly on his arm and noted that he carried the staff in his other hand.

“So, what’s first?” you asked when you were safely out of the healing room.

He sighed. “First, we must tell the people what has happened,” he told you, and you caught the edge of nerves in his tone. You squeezed his arm.

“You’ll be fine, Loki. You’ve trained for this your entire life,” you reminded him.

“Darling, I don’t think think you quite appreciate just how poorly it went the last time I was on the throne,” he told you dryly. Really, it had gone terribly.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve heard the story, Lo. From you and Thor both. Things have changed. You’ve changed since then. And I’ll be by your side. We’ll do this together,”

He relaxed and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, my darling,” he told you warmly.

You stood up on your toes to kiss him. “And I love you, my king. Now let’s go tell the people what’s going on.” You used magic and donned court clothes, including your tiara. Loki did the same, donning his ceremonial clothes and helmet. The guards opened the double-doors to the throne room and you and Loki stepped through. Your hand remained on his arm as you walked together past the gathered. You felt the shock of the crowd as you walked up the steps toward the throne. Loki turned to you, kissed your cheek, and took the last steps up to the throne alone. You took your spot standing in Frigga’s usual place, just below the throne. Stupid patriarchal society didn’t have two thrones, or equality, but that was a problem for another day.

You saw Sif and the Warriors Three at the foot of the stairs to the throne itself, staring in shock and hoped that Thor’s stupid warrior friends wouldn’t do anything dumb today.

Loki stood in front of the throne and turned to the assembled court. He banged the staff once against the floor, the noise making a loud echoing noise through the giant chamber. “Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. We do not know when he will wake.” He announced to the crowd. You knew that his use of the word ‘father’ here wasn’t sentiment, but calculated to remind the court that his claim to the throne was legitimate. “In Thor’s absence, the responsibility for Asgard and her people falls to me,”

The crowd was shocked and confused. So you helped them stop being stupid. You turned to Loki and dipped a low curtsy. Sif and the Warriors Three followed your lead, dropping to one knee and bowing, their right fists over their hearts. You could have sighed in relief that they were being reasonable and doing the right thing. Even if they didn’t trust Loki entirely, they trusted the crown as a whole and knew that Frigga and Thor wouldn’t have agreed to this if it weren’t the best course of action. The court feather-heads finally remembered what they were supposed to do at such announcements. They all bowed and curtsied and a chorus of ‘my king’ rang through the hall. You looked up and saw Loki’s quick glance of gratitude.

Loki banged the staff again and the court rose and the long boring task of listening to petitions began. It was really long and really boring and you could see the dull questions grating on his temper. Around lunch, you had your chance and moved from your place and up to the throne and your Loki. He looked up at you with an indulgent smile as you leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Yes, my darling?” he asked you warmly.

“My King, I know duty to our people calls, but you mustn’t forget to eat, and surely the court should not skip lunch either,” you reminded him warmly, giving him as escape.

He gave you a warm smile and stood to kiss you in front of the entire court. “My Lady Healer is correct,” he reminded the court that healers were over-protective about the well-being of their charges. You were giving him a great excuse to get out of here and he appreciated it. “Petitions to the throne will continue tomorrow,” he announced to the court and with that, you could escape the throne room.

Loki sagged the second you were safely away from the court. You wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for saving me, Sig,” he told you with a warm smile and kissed the top of your head.

“You did great, Loki, and I told you, we’re in this together,” you reminded him. “Now, let’s go find something to eat,”

The next morning, you took over Frigga’s duties at head healer in the healing wing. You were nervous doing it, but they needed a leader and with Frigga busy, you were the strongest healer in the palace. You were also technically a member of the royal family, though you weren’t married to Loki yet. “You’ll do fine, Sig,” Loki told you warmly as you ate breakfast with the court that morning.

“I don’t know how to lead anyone,” you whined, realizing that it wasn’t that long ago that you were a shy ghost of a foster-kid. There was no way you were supposed to lead anyone.

Loki chuckled and kissed your cheek. “You’re a natural, love. The healers already respect you for your skills. You’re the strongest healer in the palace, a princess of Asgard, and my queen. You’ll be fine, my Sigyn,” he told you more firmly and kissed you again.

You left breakfast together and kissed goodbye when you had to separate to your tasks for the day. You kissed Loki deeply, him wearing his golden horned helmet and you in your tiara. It would have made a lovely picture.

“Be brave, my darling. You can handle this,” Loki told you warmly.

“You as well, my king,” you teased. He huffed and rolled his eyes at you. With that and you both relaxed and set off to your respective tasks.

You steeled your spine and stepped into the healing wing, trying to look more confident than you felt. The healers all looked up at you as you entered the healing wing. “The Allmother is currently unable to attend her duties as head healer,” they all looked concerned at your words, looked between each other to try to figure out what to do. “I will be taking over that responsibility in her stead,”

You sent illusions to check on Loki throughout the day, knowing he was still nervous, and caught him doing the same. It was adorable of him to worry over you. “I’m fine, Lo,” you told him when you caught him at it. The illusion smirked and vanished. He grinned over at one of your illusions when he caught you at sending them to check on him.

/I appreciate the concern, Sig/

/Love you too/ you replied. You were getting better at telepathy with practice, but only practiced with him. Telepathy was one of those powers that could go terribly wrong.

On top of your duties in the healing wing and helping Loki keep his temper dealing with feather-brained petitioners you had to start working on wedding preparations. It was awful and you hated every moment of it.

You teleported into the throne room one morning while Loki was between petitioners. “Pardon the interruption,” you told the court who offered you the proper bows and curtsies due your station. “Loki~ can you sign this for me?” you asked and handed him a piece of parchment and a feather quill.

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to, Sig?” he asked and scanned the page, while the court, used to the antics of the two of you by now, was watching on amused by Loki indulging his tiny adorable healer of a lady. They had come to respect Loki’s work. He had a mind for politics and negotiations and when he was focused on helping the people instead of destroying Jotunheim, he was a good king. So they indulged his adorable side when it came to you.

“Darling, you’re the mischievous one, not me,” you reminded him when he scanned the document too long.

“That doesn’t mean I’m signing a strange proclamation without reading it, my love,” he reminded you with a warm smile.

“I wrote up a declaration so our friends on Midgard will be allowed to attend our wedding, even after your Father wakes from the Odinsleep,” you explained. You’d been pouring over law books in your free time to make sure that any declarations that Loki signed while he was temporarily king would still be binding when Odin woke and reclaimed his throne, and had written your declaration carefully so it would be.

Loki smiled up at you, impressed with your work before he signed the declaration with a flourish. He handed the parchment back to you. “Well written, darling,” he praised. You leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, love,” you told him warmly.

“Anything for you, my darling,” he kissed you again in front of the court. You apologized again to the court and vanished back to your own duties, glad your friends would be able to attend your wedding.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #loki and the witchling #chapter 63 #nekoamamori

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godaime-obito · 6 years

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Kagatobi WIP

so id started a kagatobi thing before the semester took away all the time and energy i had for writing. ive tried to pick it up, and ive written some more but im not sure ill get back the feeling for it to finish it. if i decide not to finish it ill edit this and post it on ao3 but if i manage to get back inspiration i wont start posting till its almost finished. for now im posting it here, under the cut

Tobirama is exhausted. He’s been sorting through paperwork for far too long, and he knows he should go home soon, but there’s always another urgent form that needs taken care of immediately. He thought he had a lot of paperwork when he was just helping Hashirama, but since he stepped down and left the hat to Tobirama he’s been swamped. Anija has not returned the favor and given him any help, but to be honest when he does try to help it often makes things take longer.

He sighs, and goes to move on to the next form, when one of his anbu guards descend from their post to stand behind him. “Rabbit,” he says without looking away from the form, “What is it?”

“You look like you’ll have an aneurysm if you do any more paperwork, and it’s almost midnight. I can imagine what the obituary would be now: Nidiame-sama dead of a stroke at only 38, could defeat any foe but triplicate forms.” He stops to chuckle a little at the absurdity. “So, I’m doing my job as your bodyguard and protecting you,” Kagami finishes answering, reaching over Tobirama to grab the rest of his paperwork, “I’m just protecting you from yourself instead of assassins.

“I need to get that done,” he reprimands, “put it back Rabbit.”

“It’ll wait till tomorrow just like it always did for Shodai-sama,” he countered. He plopped the papers down in a filing cabinet and slammed it shut before adding, “and did you make up the entire anbu just so you could make me a rabbit because if so that’s a very complicated way to tease me. Why couldn’t I be Tiger or something?”

“You just look like a rabbit to me,” he says. He stands up, giving in to the request to take a break. He imagines Kagami is right about the work waiting for him just like it did for his brother.

“Are you calling me cute?” he teases, and Tobirama can tell he’s smiling behind the mask.

He hums agreeably and then teases back, dead-pan, “Don’t forget how fluffy and short you are. You’re a very soft little bunny, but I couldn’t just call you bunny, of course, since everyone else was getting adult animal names.”

Kagami sniffs, affronted, and pouts. “If you were any less of a sucker for order and regulations you’d have done it anyway,” he gripes. “Don’t come back in to work until after my shift guarding you is over, you should get a full night of sleep for once,” he calls out, as he moves back into position to follow Tobirama home.

Knowing Kagami can still hear him from his post he replies, “You shouldn’t order your Hokage around.” He’s mostly pocking at him, but he does have his image to think of if he wants to be able to scare all the various clan elders into line for village meetings. It almost gives him shivers just to think of what they’d try to pull if they thought he was willing to take orders from anyone except his own clan head.

He walks back to the compound briskly. Kagami’s shift ends in five hours, so he could still listen to him and be back to work by six in the morning. However, that isn’t really in the spirit of what he wanted, and will he really get much done if off duty Kagami shows up to nag him? No. He’ll wait a few extra hours then. He can sleep for about seven hours, have a quick breakfast, and be back in his office at nine.

Tobirama manages to avoid being derailed by Hashirama, or his granddaughter Tsunade whose only just learned to walk, but can still pull off grand panic inducing escapes. He arrives at Hokage tower just when planned. He pulls his paperwork out of the cabinet, and sets back to work. He’s regretting not having the time to get tea, when he heard a knock. Before he can invite Kagami in, because who else would it be, he swings the door open.

“Would you like some tea?” he asks setting a cup down on Tobirama’s desk without waiting for an answer.

“It looks like you already know the answer,” he replies. He takes a moment to hold the cup close to his face and bask in the steam. “Thanks. It’s nice to have some on reliable, responsible, around.”

“I’m not sure if that’s actually a compliment for me, or a vague insult for someone else, but I’ll take it,” Kagami chirps.

“The first paper I pulled out to look at today informed me that, my dear former student, Hiruzen somehow managed to set fire to part of the market earlier this week,” Tobirama grumbles in reply.

“I’m insulted, setting public property on fire is my clan’s job.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns.

“Kidding, kidding,” Kagami replies showing his palms in surrender, “no fun in the office, I get it.”

Tobirama gives him an exasperated stare. “I want it to be clear that if it weren’t so unbefitting for the Hokage to do so, I would roll my eyes at you,” he states evenly.

“Lies, Shodai-sama did things way less mature. The unasked-for hugging, the shouting, the crying,” he laments.

“All of that is why it’s important I keep high standards. I have a lot to make up for,” he clarifies.

Kagami stares, giving him a considering look, then drawls, “If you are always trying to balance out your brother it’s no wonder you never have any fun.” Perking up, he claps his hands together in front of himself and adds, “Shodai-sama was serious when it really counted though-”

“He was?”

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you, and besides, you know best of all when he’s being serious,” he replies, crossing his arms. “Anyway, if you’re balancing him and he was serious occasionally, that means occasionally you have to have fun. I can’t remember the last time you did, so you’re overdo,” Kagami declares.

Tobirama has given up on getting any paperwork done with him here. Rubbing his temples, he slowly says, “I don’t like where this is going. I have a lot of paperwork, and issues to work on. For instance, your clan, who remain dangerously set apart, even now that Madara is no longer stirring up ill-sentiment.”

“That’s perfect! Think of it like multitasking. We’ll stay in at your place tonight, instead of you staying here till three in the morning, and we can brainstorm about how to help my clan together. I’d suggest we go out, but I know you’ll get more enjoyment at home with no strangers about,” Kagami gushes, sliding into a chair by the desk.

Tobirama didn’t realize that humans could talk that fast. He breathes out a deep sigh and responds, “Fine. Just let me do my paperwork now, and I’ll leave for the day at dinner.” His nose scrunches up as he adds, “I suppose if I don’t take breaks on my own, Anija will come to bug me instead of just you, and I’d much rather it be you.”

“Ah, your age-old talent of saying-something-that-I-can’t-tell-if-is-meant-as-a-compliment-or-an-insult,” he says wistfully, leaning his elbows on the desk, and resting his chin on his hands.

“Can’t it be both? It’s important I show my appreciation for all you do, but it’s also important as your friend that I don’t let you get a big head,” Tobirama deadpans.

“Right, what are friends for,” Kagami chuckles, “I’ll be sure to remember that the next time I want to compliment you.” He slides onto the desk and leans back with his ankles crossed. Tobirama would tell him to get off, but he sat on it almost the same way when Hashirama was Hokage, and even though he wasn’t there, he’s sure Kagami would somehow know and throw it back in his face. It’s best not to make a target of himself.

“Just stop by my house for dinner tonight, so you can eat with me and hold me captive in my own home to force me to stop working,” he huffed.

“Sure thing! See you later,” Kagami chirped, popping up from the desk. He slips quietly out of the room, as Tobirama turns back to his work, he has to go heckle Hiruzen a bit.

Tobirama has only just arrived home when he spots Kagami walking towards him. He’s holding some kind of take-out, which is good, because it’s late enough he doesn’t want to cook anything. Kagami knows him so well, or else he does not like his cooking. He hopes it’s the former, but it’s probably a little of both.

Noticing he’s been spotted, he calls out, “I picked up some udon. I figured you’d barely manage to beat me here.”

“My hero,” he replies. His tone is flat, but underneath he’s sincere. He opens the door, ushering Kagami in ahead of him. Tobirama heads in to the kitchen to make tea, while Kagami sits down at the kitchen table and sets out the food.

He sets out the tea, and joins the younger man at the table. He doesn’t bring up any of what they agreed to talk about yet, as he’s content to sit and eat in silence. Just being near Kagami is pleasant enough on its own, and he often finds a lot of words just bog down the atmosphere. It’s only when they finish eating, and move into the living room that he brings up their planned conversation.

“While you’ve got me on forced leave, tell me, do you have anything to discuss regarding the issue with your clan?” Tobirama inquires.

“I love it when you talk fancy,” Kagami sighs, his usual mixture of exaggeration and sincerity.

“That wasn’t ‘fancy’ talk, and please, answer the question,” he redirects.

He sits up in reply, settling into a more serious pose. “Well there hasn’t been any new big developments since we last spoke about it. Madara and other doubtfuls about the alliance got everyone riled up about trusting the village, growing unsettlement, not integrating probably, which makes things worse and worse as more clans have join, you know? Your normal signs of impending disaster,” Kagami says, slowly losing his serious air as he speaks.

The fact that it’s been getting worse means this isn’t a problem that will go away on its own. Tobirama is definitely going to have to do something, and preferably soon. After a beat, he says slowly, “Do you think your clan would settle if they felt they had a valuable purpose in the village? More than the new clans joining?”

Kagami perks up, cocking a brow. “Go on,” he says curiously.

“I think,” he starts, leaning in slightly, “that the Uchiha need reassured that they are vital to the village. Not that we want them to stay, but we need to them to stay. Or at least they need to feel like we need them, because if we do then it would not make sense for us to betray them.”

“Oh,” Kagami says, leaning in to mirror Tobirama, “I see. Well it’s worth trying, but what can we do to reassure my clansmen is the real question.”

Suddenly, Tobirama realizes how close they have gotten to one another. Leaning as they both are at the small table their faces are only centimeters apart. The atmosphere seems to shift for a moment, and he resists the urge to glance at Kagami’s lips. Pulling away, he refocuses on talking before he can blush. “That’s what we will have to figure out. Let’s give it some time and then reconvene,” he says stiltedly. Kagami likely did not even notice how close he was. He is much more prone to physical contact than Tobirama, who reasons to himself that he is probably reading too far into things.

“Right,” Kagami agreed, shifting back reluctantly. “I, uh, actually I should probably go now,” he adds looking at Tobirama considering, “Unless…”

“Unless, what?” he asks. He genuinely is not sure what Kagami could want at this point, after all he likely has much more interesting things to do than hang out with Tobirama. He is no one’s idea of an exciting time.

Kagami looks to be preparing to say something but then abruptly deflates. “Never mind,” he hesitates, “It’s nothing.” He pursed his lips, looking lost in thought, before standing up from the table.

Tobirama gives his farewell, and looks at the udon only partly finished on the table. He wonders what prompted that sudden departure. Deciding Kagami is perfectly capable of handling himself, Tobirama finishes eating and moves on to see if he can get some work done after all. He can wait to see if he will bring up what is bothering him on his own tomorrow.

Just as he’s sitting down at his home desk, he hears his door slam open. “Wait!” Tobirama hears called out from the entry. “I change my mind, I don’t have to go. I could feel you sit down to work from across town,” Kagami shouts walking towards the office. Strange, he thinks, but it is a relief to see he hasn’t altered his priorities any. Stopping Tobirama from getting any work done is still at the top of Kagami’s list.

“Get up from that desk,” he asserts, pointing a finger at him in an embellished motion. Tobirama lifts his hand in surrender and stands up. “Right, good,” Kagami continues, “I panicked, and left for a dumb reason, and we are going to ignore that decision.”

“Panicked?” Tobirama asks, mildly perplexed.

“I just said,” he retorted, “that we are going to ignore that. It didn’t happen.” Then he steps close to Tobirama, and presses a hand to his bicep to lead him down the hall. “We are going to sit in the living room, and talk about whatever thing you’re inventing, or book you’re reading, and not do any work,” Kagami asserts.

That is, in fact, exactly what they do. As reluctant as he acted Tobirama is glad. It’s nice to talk to someone about his jutsus and his lab work who understands most of what he is saying, and doesn’t get bored half way through. He even manages not to have anymore, awkward almost-lip-staring moments, although the atmosphere he thinks only he may be feeling still descends part way into the night.

“I think I have to go for real this time. It’s getting pretty late,” Kagami moves to leave reluctantly, despite his frenzied departure earlier. Tobirama places his hand on the door frame as Kagami steps away from the entry. He turns back to face Tobirama, and steps closer placing his hand over his on the door frame.

Staring back at Kagami, Tobirama freezes, uncertain. “Is there something you need?” he asks quietly.

Looking determined Kagami states, “Actually, I am going to talk about earlier after all. I shouldn’t have just not left, I should’ve done this.” He grips Tobirama’s hand in his, and pulls it down from the frame towards himself, causing him to lean forward. Then pushing up on his toes to meet him, presses their lips together. For one, frightening, moment Tobirama doesn’t move, but then, as if coming back to himself suddenly, he moves his lips against Kagami’s. He moves in, shifting the angle, and interlocks their fingers. He pulls back, and runs his tongue across his lower lip. Kagami knows he should say something, but he finds he’s forgotten how to move his own tongue.

“I, yeah, that was what I…you kiss as good as I thought you would?” he stutters out. He managed to use his tongue, but unfortunately his brain still isn’t working.

“Have you thought about it much?” Tobirama replies with a smirk.

“Maybe regularly,” he admits, “but you kissed back, so I bet you thought about kissing me too, didn’t you?”

Tobirama hums his agreement, and Kagami abruptly feels rather stupid for not having just kissed him before. “If we’ve both been thinking off it for who knows how long, then we’ve wasted a lot of time we could have been kissing for real,” he whines.

“Perhaps,” Tobirama says thoughtfully, “we will have to make up for lost time.”

#fic:wau #fanfic #my fic #kagatobi #tobirama #kagami uchiha #kagami #naruto #tobikaga

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v3-killing-harmony-imagines · 7 years

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“How would the NDRV3 boys confess their love to s/o? I love everyone's works btw :>”

lol i wasnt even here when this request was made but i too love everyones work

Shuuichi Saihara

The poor boy had spent DAYS practicing the moment he confessed his love for you

He had written everything he wanted to say out on a piece of paper and read it at least twice every hour

He tried so desperately to memorize all of it

He wanted this to be special for you

He was extremely nervous when the day finally came to tell you

You had just been on a date at a fancy restaurant and were returning home

Once you set foot inside he began his speech

“S/o, from t-the moment I laid e-eyes on you, I knew you were… I knew we were… meant to be”

He had barely gotten through his first line and he was already sweating through his formal wear

He was so obviously flustered and was reduced to a blushing mess

He began to fidget with his tie, constantly repositioning it into incorrect places

In a panic, he grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you

It was his speech which he had planned to present orally to you

But we all know how that went

You read through the whole thing

It covered your first encounter, all the highlights of your relationship so far, everything.

Once you finished and looked up to him, you saw he was teary-eyed

‘S/o… I *ahem* I love you’

He coughed and looked down, afraid of your response

When you hugged him and told him you loved him too, he let out an audible sigh

‘I’m sorry it didn’t go as planned, I hoped I wouldn’t have been this nervous’

He let out an awkward chuckle

Realizing how awkward that chuckle was, he looked down

You lifted his chin up and kissed him

The boy's eyes lit up

All of his preparation had paid off

Rantarou Amami

Rantarou took a while to really come to the conclusion that he loved you

It had been a year and a half since the two of you first met

During that time he realized just how much you meant to him

So, on the day he confessed his love for you he wanted to help you remember that time

He compiled a scrapbook featuring all of your best moments

That time you petted an alligator, when you took a party bus to work etc

It detailed EVERYTHING

It seemed kinda odd that he had all of the photos and memories

But it was sentimental none the less

When he showed you-you were crying

It was so beautiful

He treasured all of these moments just as much as you did

You flipped through the pages, eager to see what was on the next one

As you neared the end you began to get a little sad

Each page was so amazing and filled you with so much joy that you never wanted it to end

Then you turned to the final page

And it said

‘I love you’

Amami said it at the exact same time as you read it

You looked up at him, eyes still teary, in shock

You honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not

In fact, you asked him if he was joking

That kinda hurt

Of course he wasn't joking! He genuinely loved you and he admitted it

He let out a small chuckle as he rubbed his hair nervously, awaiting your response

As he began to worry that you felt negatively towards it you hugged him

He was so relieved

All he wanted to do was make you feel special

‘I hope you liked that s/o, mind if we make a memory out of this to add?’

He took out his Polaroid and snapped a selfie of the two of you, your head against his chest

‘Perfect’ the boy said as he stuck the photo down onto the page which bore his confession

He ended it all by planting a kiss into your forehead

‘Again, I love you s/o’

Kokichi Ouma

You always knew Ouma was a liar and a teaser

I mean, it’s kinda his thing

He always said things sarcastically, sometimes not making it obvious enough for you

But this time it was different

He had been spending hours desperately trying to find the courage to tell you how he really felt

He knew that he was in love with you

He felt it in the bottom of his heart

When you came home from work he was lying on the couch watching television

The moment he saw you he sprung up from the couch

You had had a long and tiring day at work so you honestly weren’t in the mood to put up with any of his shenanigans

He invited you to sit down with him

You begrudgingly accepted

You noticed he was acting differently

It was a little unsettling

It seemed almost as if he was planning something, maybe a huge prank

You were going through possibilities and explanations in your head when he blurted it out

‘S/o I love you’

Wait what

No, literally you hadn’t heard him

You were too busy thinking that you completely blanked out his voice

You asked him to repeat himself

The poor boy was completely red

He didn’t realize you genuinely hadn’t heard him

He thought you were shocked in a bad way after what he told you

‘Ouma, what did you say?’

‘Nishishi, it's nothing s/o, just another dumb joke!’

He walked away to the bedroom door with his back towards you

‘Get some rest s/o’

You had already begun to conk out

That whole moment had completely erased itself from your head

All you could think about was the beautiful hours of sleep you were about to get

Ouma looked back towards you, your eyes were closed

He wanted to wake you back up and re-tell you what he wanted to say

But

Did you really not hear him? Or were you just pretending to avoid what he said?

He kept walking, past the bedroom door and into the room

He sat on the bed and lay down as a single tear fell from his face

‘Maybe next time, someone will take me seriously’

Kiibo

‘I love you s/o’

W-W-WHAT?

You were so confused

He had just blurted that out of nowhere

‘Kiibo, what did you say?’

You were questioning whether you heard the robot right or not

‘I said I love you! What’s the matter?’

The boy was also very confused at your shock

‘How can you just say that?’

Now he was very confused

‘Kiibo we have been together for a week? Do you really think you already love me?’

Now he was even MORE confused

Of course he loved you

I mean, he looked up the meaning of loving someone

It means to have strong feelings right?

Wait

He didn't read it wrong did he?

He quickly went through his history

No, he was definitely right

That is the definition of love and he knew he meant it

During this time of inner thought, Kiibo had just been staring blankly at you

You were thinking that maybe he had malfunctioned and just blurted it out

After a couple of seconds, the robot finally returned to his normal self after some thought

‘Yes s/o, I am sure that I am in love with you!’

‘Seriously, how can you say that? How do you know?’

‘I looked up love and it matches my thought of you’

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You explained to the boy that love isn’t a word you just throw around

It has so much more meaning than what you see on a Wikipedia page

You explained how you know you’re in love

How you get butterflies in your stomach, how you can't take your eyes off someone etc

Kiibo was very confused

‘Im s-sorry s/o! I should have known better!’

You never thought this would’ve been a problem

I mean you should have seen something like this coming with Kiibo being a robot and all

You began to walk towards the kitchen to grab something

‘B-But s/o!’

‘Yes Kiibo?’

‘I really do love you’

Now it was getting a bit frustrating

‘Kiibo, I told you, love is not a word you through around.’

Quickly he grabbed your hand and placed it against his chest

It was boiling hot

‘Kiibo?’

He was blushing now on every part of his body

‘I can feel the caterpillars in my stomach’

‘You mean the butterflies?’

‘Oh erm yeah!’

You chuckled, realizing what was happening, as you began to feel tears forming in your eyes

‘S/o, I may be a robot and I may not have understood what love really means before but now that you have explained it I know it is more real than ever! S/o, I think I love you’

The moment he finished his sentence you burst into tears

It was just so beautiful and natural

It was so touching

Until

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’

‘Kiibo! What’s wrong?’

‘S/O ARE YOU OKAY WHAT HAPPENED WHY ARE YOU CRYING DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG ARE YOU HURT DID I SAY SOMETHING PLEASE TELL ME WHY ARE YOU SAD?!?!!?!?!?’

you should’ve seen that one coming to be honest

Gonta Gokuhara

You have always known that Gonta loved you

I mean, it was pretty obvious

But he never actually said the sacred three words out loud

He would constantly tell you about how much you mean to him, how you’re his best friend, how much he adores you as a person

But he never said ‘I love you’

This frustrated you a bit

He says all of these things and showers you in compliments but...are they real

You decided to confront him one day because you couldn’t get if off your mind

You were very straight-up and forward about it

‘Gonta, do you love me?’

Gonta was bewildered for a second

He didn’t respond for a while and just stared at you, eyes wide open

You began to feel tears building up as a result of the lack of response

‘Of course I love you s/o! I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything before! Why would you think I didn’t!’

‘You just… never said it before’

‘B-But I tell you every day how much I love you!’

He seemed very confused

He always compliments you and appreciates you!

So why did you think otherwise?

‘You never said specifically “i love you” before’

‘Is I love you not the same as saying ‘i adore you’ or ‘you mean so much to me’?’

So that’s why

The only reason he’s never said it before is because he didn’t realize those three words meant so much more than everything else he says

‘I’M S-SO SORRY S/O I SWEAR ILL SAY IT EVERYDAY FROM NOW ON LIKE A GENTLEMAN’

He wasn’t lying

From then on he surprises you at random times with the message

In the morning, in the shower, at work, at dinner, while you’re in the toilet

He will never go a day without saying ‘I love you’ to you

NEVER

Korekiyo Shinguuji

The two of you had been seeing each other for quite a while now

He had developed an interest in you, that much was obvious

But you were never sure as to how far this interest went

He figured out one day when he saw you for the first time in a while that he loved you

He knew it straight away in that instant and didn’t question it whatsoever

But he didn't want to just straight up tell you about his feelings towards you

He was gonna make you wait

He wanted to see how you would react to his teasing, how far he could push you

He wanted to see you squirm

mmm kinky

He made subtle hints occasionally

He would talk to you in a serious tone and say he wanted to tell you something and say ‘I...I want pizza for dinner’

He made sure that it was obvious enough that you knew it was associated with his love for you but also not too obvious so you believed he wasn’t trying to rile you up

He studied the differences in your behavior during the period where he teased you and when he didn’t

When he was satisfied with the research and results he gathered, he decided to tell you

But instead of making it obvious like he did when he was teasing you, he decided to put next to no thought into it

He wanted it to be natural so your reaction would be even more priceless

The two of you were at home, drinking tea in the evening as was tradition in your relationship

He took a sip and places his saucer back onto the table

Without making eye contact with you, he said it

‘S/o I love you’

The eye contact probably would’ve been a good idea as he didn’t see that at that moment you had just taken a sip of your tea

In the shock of it all, you had spit out your tea all over the table and your partner

Luckily he had his mask on and his bandages so there was no burning skin at risk but it did get over his clothes

He simply smiled to himself, letting out a slight chuckle

‘Are you surprised s/o? I had hoped you’d have a more pleasant reaction.’

You immediately hugged the boy as tears came to your eyes

He hugged back, he thought this was mandatory considering the amount of torment he must have put you through during the teasing phase

Ryouma Hoshi

Ryoma had never been a fan of making a big deal out of things

He loves spending time with you but would prefer if you too were to just stay home and watch a movie rather than go to a restaurant or the cinema

Which is why he was looking forward to your guys’ little at-home date tonight

The plan was to get delivery food and then watch a movie

Which is all he could ask for really

The night was going well

You two had eaten the food and were enjoying yourselves

Now for a movie!

Immediately he requested his favorite, which was a horror movie

However, you requested something completely different

The two of you went back and forth and back on forth on which one you should watch

Eventually, you came to the decision that you should just binge watch a show, which you did

It was such a lovely evening so far, yet it didn’t seem very special, to you at least

To him, this was all he could ask for

The two of you were snuggling together on the couch

You were nuzzling against his chest, both of you staring at the tv screen

He looked down towards you, you were staring happily towards the television

He smiled, and all of a sudden it hit him

He was in love with you

He knew it the moment it happened

He had never felt this way before, so he believed it even more

He didn’t think to hide it

‘I love you s/o’

You eyes went wide open

What just happened

You were in so much shock that you didn’t move an inch

Your brain was processing the whole thing

Did he really just say that? How did he say it so bluntly?

I mean it IS Ryoma so the bluntness can kinda be expected

He looked down at you again

You could feel his eyes on you

You looked up towards him, meeting each other's gaze

He smirked and looked back up while resting his head on yours

‘And don’t overthink it or anything s/o, it’s 100% true’

Kaito Momota

He was pretty happy when he realized he loved you

He was glad to finally realize the level of love he had for you

Kaito being Kaito, he wanted to make a huge deal out of it

He spent weeks planning everything

He was going to have a huge surprise for you

Roses, chocolates, wine, everything!

Anything and everything you could ever want, he would get for you

He set everything up at home while you were out, probably at work

He invited a bunch of your friends over as well as a bunch of his

Everyone helped out to make this experience perfect for you

mostly because kaito was forcing them to but anyways

Balloons were put up, banners were hung, cakes were made, food was cooked, presents were bought,

Was this an engagement or a confession?

I don't think Kaito knew the difference

You weren’t due home until 5pm

But Kaito didn’t know that your boss was going to let you off early at 3:30pm

Since it was so early, Kaito forgot to leave someone watching the door

So in you went with your key

And you opened the door to…

Kaito…

Wearing a party hat?

Blowing up a balloon?

What’s going on here?

Kaito completely panicked

‘S/O WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME SO EARLY??’

You were trying to figure out what was going on

Kaito pushed you out the door and was about to slam the door shut until you pulled him out with you

‘Kaito, what’s going on’

You could see the frustration in his face

‘I...I wanted it to be perfect’

‘What?’

‘S/o… I love you’

You were speechless

He went through this much effort to tell you this?

This must mean so much to him

You felt both happy and sad at the same time

You completely ruined his surprise

‘So? Helllooooo s/o you there?’

You didn’t say anything

You just hugged him

‘So, shall we get into the party?’

You were still confused as to why he put so much effort and preparation into a confession of love

But you weren't complaining about it

You spent the rest of the night having fun in your house with your now confessed lover

#saihara shuuichi #rantaro amami #ouma kokichi #kiibo #k1-bo #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #drv3 #drv3 imagine #drv3 imagines #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 imagine #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #mod himiko

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years

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6 Gradations Every Person Must Take To Successfully Move On From A Breakup

We is in conformity with our freshman dormitory and hit it off almost immediately.

She was so goddamn beautiful.

She had long blonde hair that collapsed off her shoulders in waves, large-scale, beautiful eyes that accommodated a soft and caring expres and this smile that lit up whichever area we happened to be in together.

As striking as her physical grace was, that wasnt what constructed her special to me.

I was addicted to her personality.

She has this acces with the world.

I cant truly explain it, but shes improbably magnetic.

People like being around her, and I required( involved) her to be mine.

Ill hop-skip the gory items, but we started dating mid-freshman year.

It was fireworks from the start.

Those fireworks popped and sparkled in my president every day for the next two years while I was around her.

She was magical.

Slowly, though, I think we both began to realize the fireworks had been blinding us from the underlying problems of our personalities.

We didnt communicate well, and we brushed bigger editions under the table.

Those big concerns evidenced themselves into insecurities within the relationship, and they turned into inessential contentions “thats been” easily avoidable.

I abruptly realized it had reached the point of no return.

Neither of us was happy.

There was a different gleam in her eyes.

The once soft and relentlessly caring seeings appeared more guarded and cold.

Im sure she saw the same event when she seemed back at me.

I cant speak for her, but I stopped cherishing her.

Long story short, we intent things.

In the months that followed, I fell down to incredibly dark places.

The world seemed a little less beautiful.

I was going through the healing process, and I ended I needed to take the time to look inward and start moving concepts happen for myself.

Here are five theatres of keep moving and making become that I went through.

I hope they can help someone else fight with sorrow TAGEND

1. Mourn.

The firstly nave notion I had after the breakup was I wasnt is expected to be upset.

Some machismo propaganda that had been tossed my road seemed to spread the relevant recommendations through my conscious that I was okay.

I didnt need her, and there was nothing to be sad about.

The world moves on.

Boy, was I wrong.

The more I stifled the fact that I missed her and that I was pathetic about the end of things, the worse it got.

It would come out when I booze and when I was alone, even if I was consciously trying to stop it.

Heartbreak is like ending a drug addiction, and you’re in the retirement stage.

My advice is to let yourself mourn the loss.

Be sad.

Dont let the passions build up to a hazardous point.

Think of curbing spirits like including air to a balloon thats already been inflated.

Eventually, its bound to pop.

Listen to some psychological music and be overdramatic about it.

The more you let your ardours come to the forefront, the more you will learn about yourself.

Oh, and cut off all contact with her.

You may think you can be friends, but you cant.

There is too much emotional baggage.

2. Recline on your support system.

Im going to be blunt here: No one actually demonstrates a f* ck about your heartbreak.

Really, its not a malicious thing.

People will be empathetic and empathize with you, but they dont truly care since they are dont genuinely understand.

They may understand the sorenes from a previous anguish of their own, but every tie-in is so unique in and of itself that the healing battle should be self-directed.

However , now is the time to truly figure out the people you can trust to lean on for this sort of stuff.

First, lean on your family.

They have been there for you as long as youve been alive, and they have a lot of knowledge with passion that they are willing to talk about.

I grew so much closer to my family in my mourning process because I was truly dedicated to fostering such relationships in my life that werent with her.

I found out a lot about my family and a lot about who my true-life acquaintances are.

They are all damn good people, and they had my back each step of the way.

Exercise with your best friend and family.

Go out to eat, get drunk with them and talk to them when you feel like you need to.

They may not truly understand, but theyll listen.

That makes all the difference.

3. Identify problem areas and focus inward.

Were you a greedy motherfucker during your relationship?

Were you insecure and jealous? Did you put yourself before her?

Whatever it is, illustration it out and work on improving it.

This is your time to fix the things about yourself that you arent proud of.

Start improving them.

Before you work on giving your nerve to someone else, focus inward.

The first step to solving a problem is identifying and admitting the fact you have one.

4. Take care of yourself.

Exercise, and sweat the negative sentiments out.

Set a fitness objective( a exalted one) and affected the gym, champ.

The iron and asphalt will be your brand-new lover for the time being.

Bedetermined to not f* ck this relationship up.

It is not simply will help you feel better( trust me ), but youll also have tangible results to depict for the progress of your recovery.

Youll take a look back at your initial exalted point and be appalled at how close you are to achieving it( if you haven’t already ).

5. Have fun.

Just because youre sad, that doesnt aim the whole world has disappeared( although it may seem like it has ).

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned throughout my process is while youre in your chamber love bad for yourself, “the worlds” remains on passing out there.

So mourn, but dont mope.

Explore. Eat good meat. Drink good beer.

Listen to good music. Get to concerts. Take a cook class.

Be a productive and contributing member in the world.

This is the time to reinvent yourself into whoever you want to be.

Make that reinvention awesome.

6. Make go.

Anger seems to be an automatic reaction to a breakup.

I think its natural to be angry at your ex in one way or another, but dont stay angry.

One of the most difficult steps of moving on is looking back at such relationships through a positive lens.

Dont regarded the breakup against her.

Remember the good times, and take the bad times as lessons.

You two undoubtedly had great times together.

They are eternally embedded in your identity, so remember how she taught you to love.

Its going to be tough to see her in the world without you by her side.

Youll certainly see it when she picks herself up and gets back out into the dating world.

Embrace it.

She deserves to be happy as much as you do, and facing her brand-new affair with acrimony will exclusively make it harder for you.

Let someone else love her the mode you couldnt.

Let her run. Give her live her brand-new life without you.

If “youve been” desired her at all, you owe her this. Maybe your courses will span again one day, but dont count on that thought.

For now, she is out of your life.

Dont make it harder on her or yourself by chaining yourself to the believed to be get her back.

She’ll respect you for that, and she’ll income the kindnes when you lastly stop listening to Death Cab For Cutie and start dating again.

There is no reason to flush with hatred when you think of her.

She accompanied some amazing ages into your life, so appreciate them and respect that you two “il be going” your separate ways.

One somewhat cloudy sphere of this process is reading how to not cover her in a perfect light.

Remember the relationship ended for a rationale, and both parties are to blame.

Well, there you have it. These are not all-encompassing.

Butlike I said, every situation is different.

Hopefully, these terms can help person out there.

It will injure, but its a part of life.

You eventually turn into a better being after you expend some time understanding of yourself.

You become more empathetic to peoples inner combats because you know how hard you are fighting your own.

( Oh, and try not to have sex with her. That certainly screws everything up .)

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6 Gradations Every Person Must Take To Successfully Move On From A Breakup

We is in conformity with our freshman dormitory and hit it off almost immediately.

She was so goddamn beautiful.

As striking as her physical grace was, that wasnt what constructed her special to me.

I was addicted to her personality.

She has this acces with the world.

I cant truly explain it, but shes improbably magnetic.

People like being around her, and I required( involved) her to be mine.

Ill hop-skip the gory items, but we started dating mid-freshman year.

It was fireworks from the start.

Those fireworks popped and sparkled in my president every day for the next two years while I was around her.

She was magical.

Slowly, though, I think we both began to realize the fireworks had been blinding us from the underlying problems of our personalities.

We didnt communicate well, and we brushed bigger editions under the table.

Those big concerns evidenced themselves into insecurities within the relationship, and they turned into inessential contentions “thats been” easily avoidable.

I abruptly realized it had reached the point of no return.

Neither of us was happy.

There was a different gleam in her eyes.

The once soft and relentlessly caring seeings appeared more guarded and cold.

Im sure she saw the same event when she seemed back at me.

I cant speak for her, but I stopped cherishing her.

Long story short, we intent things.

In the months that followed, I fell down to incredibly dark places.

The world seemed a little less beautiful.

I was going through the healing process, and I ended I needed to take the time to look inward and start moving concepts happen for myself.

Here are five theatres of keep moving and making become that I went through.

I hope they can help someone else fight with sorrow TAGEND

1. Mourn.

The firstly nave notion I had after the breakup was I wasnt is expected to be upset.

Some machismo propaganda that had been tossed my road seemed to spread the relevant recommendations through my conscious that I was okay.

I didnt need her, and there was nothing to be sad about.

The world moves on.

Boy, was I wrong.

The more I stifled the fact that I missed her and that I was pathetic about the end of things, the worse it got.

It would come out when I booze and when I was alone, even if I was consciously trying to stop it.

Heartbreak is like ending a drug addiction, and you’re in the retirement stage.

My advice is to let yourself mourn the loss.

Be sad.

Dont let the passions build up to a hazardous point.

Think of curbing spirits like including air to a balloon thats already been inflated.

Eventually, its bound to pop.

Listen to some psychological music and be overdramatic about it.

The more you let your ardours come to the forefront, the more you will learn about yourself.

Oh, and cut off all contact with her.

You may think you can be friends, but you cant.

There is too much emotional baggage.

2. Recline on your support system.

Im going to be blunt here: No one actually demonstrates a f* ck about your heartbreak.

Really, its not a malicious thing.

People will be empathetic and empathize with you, but they dont truly care since they are dont genuinely understand.

They may understand the sorenes from a previous anguish of their own, but every tie-in is so unique in and of itself that the healing battle should be self-directed.

However , now is the time to truly figure out the people you can trust to lean on for this sort of stuff.

First, lean on your family.

They have been there for you as long as youve been alive, and they have a lot of knowledge with passion that they are willing to talk about.

I grew so much closer to my family in my mourning process because I was truly dedicated to fostering such relationships in my life that werent with her.

I found out a lot about my family and a lot about who my true-life acquaintances are.

They are all damn good people, and they had my back each step of the way.

Exercise with your best friend and family.

Go out to eat, get drunk with them and talk to them when you feel like you need to.

They may not truly understand, but theyll listen.

That makes all the difference.

3. Identify problem areas and focus inward.

Were you a greedy motherfucker during your relationship?

Were you insecure and jealous? Did you put yourself before her?

Whatever it is, illustration it out and work on improving it.

This is your time to fix the things about yourself that you arent proud of.

Start improving them.

Before you work on giving your nerve to someone else, focus inward.

The first step to solving a problem is identifying and admitting the fact you have one.

4. Take care of yourself.

Exercise, and sweat the negative sentiments out.

Set a fitness objective( a exalted one) and affected the gym, champ.

The iron and asphalt will be your brand-new lover for the time being.

Bedetermined to not f* ck this relationship up.

It is not simply will help you feel better( trust me ), but youll also have tangible results to depict for the progress of your recovery.

Youll take a look back at your initial exalted point and be appalled at how close you are to achieving it( if you haven’t already ).

5. Have fun.

Just because youre sad, that doesnt aim the whole world has disappeared( although it may seem like it has ).

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned throughout my process is while youre in your chamber love bad for yourself, “the worlds” remains on passing out there.

So mourn, but dont mope.

Explore. Eat good meat. Drink good beer.

Listen to good music. Get to concerts. Take a cook class.

Be a productive and contributing member in the world.

This is the time to reinvent yourself into whoever you want to be.

Make that reinvention awesome.

6. Make go.

Anger seems to be an automatic reaction to a breakup.

I think its natural to be angry at your ex in one way or another, but dont stay angry.

One of the most difficult steps of moving on is looking back at such relationships through a positive lens.

Dont regarded the breakup against her.

Remember the good times, and take the bad times as lessons.

You two undoubtedly had great times together.

They are eternally embedded in your identity, so remember how she taught you to love.

Its going to be tough to see her in the world without you by her side.

Youll certainly see it when she picks herself up and gets back out into the dating world.

Embrace it.

She deserves to be happy as much as you do, and facing her brand-new affair with acrimony will exclusively make it harder for you.

Let someone else love her the mode you couldnt.

Let her run. Give her live her brand-new life without you.

If “youve been” desired her at all, you owe her this. Maybe your courses will span again one day, but dont count on that thought.

For now, she is out of your life.

Dont make it harder on her or yourself by chaining yourself to the believed to be get her back.

She’ll respect you for that, and she’ll income the kindnes when you lastly stop listening to Death Cab For Cutie and start dating again.

There is no reason to flush with hatred when you think of her.

She accompanied some amazing ages into your life, so appreciate them and respect that you two “il be going” your separate ways.

One somewhat cloudy sphere of this process is reading how to not cover her in a perfect light.

Remember the relationship ended for a rationale, and both parties are to blame.

Well, there you have it. These are not all-encompassing.

Butlike I said, every situation is different.

Hopefully, these terms can help person out there.

It will injure, but its a part of life.

You eventually turn into a better being after you expend some time understanding of yourself.

You become more empathetic to peoples inner combats because you know how hard you are fighting your own.

( Oh, and try not to have sex with her. That certainly screws everything up .)

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6 Gradations Every Person Must Take To Successfully Move On From A Breakup

We is in conformity with our freshman dormitory and hit it off almost immediately.

She was so goddamn beautiful.

As striking as her physical grace was, that wasnt what constructed her special to me.

I was addicted to her personality.

She has this acces with the world.

I cant truly explain it, but shes improbably magnetic.

People like being around her, and I required( involved) her to be mine.

Ill hop-skip the gory items, but we started dating mid-freshman year.

It was fireworks from the start.

Those fireworks popped and sparkled in my president every day for the next two years while I was around her.

She was magical.

Slowly, though, I think we both began to realize the fireworks had been blinding us from the underlying problems of our personalities.

We didnt communicate well, and we brushed bigger editions under the table.

Those big concerns evidenced themselves into insecurities within the relationship, and they turned into inessential contentions “thats been” easily avoidable.

I abruptly realized it had reached the point of no return.

Neither of us was happy.

There was a different gleam in her eyes.

The once soft and relentlessly caring seeings appeared more guarded and cold.

Im sure she saw the same event when she seemed back at me.

I cant speak for her, but I stopped cherishing her.

Long story short, we intent things.

In the months that followed, I fell down to incredibly dark places.

The world seemed a little less beautiful.

I was going through the healing process, and I ended I needed to take the time to look inward and start moving concepts happen for myself.

Here are five theatres of keep moving and making become that I went through.

I hope they can help someone else fight with sorrow TAGEND

1. Mourn.

The firstly nave notion I had after the breakup was I wasnt is expected to be upset.

Some machismo propaganda that had been tossed my road seemed to spread the relevant recommendations through my conscious that I was okay.

I didnt need her, and there was nothing to be sad about.

The world moves on.

Boy, was I wrong.

The more I stifled the fact that I missed her and that I was pathetic about the end of things, the worse it got.

It would come out when I booze and when I was alone, even if I was consciously trying to stop it.

Heartbreak is like ending a drug addiction, and you’re in the retirement stage.

My advice is to let yourself mourn the loss.

Be sad.

Dont let the passions build up to a hazardous point.

Think of curbing spirits like including air to a balloon thats already been inflated.

Eventually, its bound to pop.

Listen to some psychological music and be overdramatic about it.

The more you let your ardours come to the forefront, the more you will learn about yourself.

Oh, and cut off all contact with her.

You may think you can be friends, but you cant.

There is too much emotional baggage.

2. Recline on your support system.

Im going to be blunt here: No one actually demonstrates a f* ck about your heartbreak.

Really, its not a malicious thing.

People will be empathetic and empathize with you, but they dont truly care since they are dont genuinely understand.

They may understand the sorenes from a previous anguish of their own, but every tie-in is so unique in and of itself that the healing battle should be self-directed.

However , now is the time to truly figure out the people you can trust to lean on for this sort of stuff.

First, lean on your family.

They have been there for you as long as youve been alive, and they have a lot of knowledge with passion that they are willing to talk about.

I grew so much closer to my family in my mourning process because I was truly dedicated to fostering such relationships in my life that werent with her.

I found out a lot about my family and a lot about who my true-life acquaintances are.

They are all damn good people, and they had my back each step of the way.

Exercise with your best friend and family.

Go out to eat, get drunk with them and talk to them when you feel like you need to.

They may not truly understand, but theyll listen.

That makes all the difference.

3. Identify problem areas and focus inward.

Were you a greedy motherfucker during your relationship?

Were you insecure and jealous? Did you put yourself before her?

Whatever it is, illustration it out and work on improving it.

This is your time to fix the things about yourself that you arent proud of.

Start improving them.

Before you work on giving your nerve to someone else, focus inward.

The first step to solving a problem is identifying and admitting the fact you have one.

4. Take care of yourself.

Exercise, and sweat the negative sentiments out.

Set a fitness objective( a exalted one) and affected the gym, champ.

The iron and asphalt will be your brand-new lover for the time being.

Bedetermined to not f* ck this relationship up.

It is not simply will help you feel better( trust me ), but youll also have tangible results to depict for the progress of your recovery.

Youll take a look back at your initial exalted point and be appalled at how close you are to achieving it( if you haven’t already ).

5. Have fun.

Just because youre sad, that doesnt aim the whole world has disappeared( although it may seem like it has ).

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned throughout my process is while youre in your chamber love bad for yourself, “the worlds” remains on passing out there.

So mourn, but dont mope.

Explore. Eat good meat. Drink good beer.

Listen to good music. Get to concerts. Take a cook class.

Be a productive and contributing member in the world.

This is the time to reinvent yourself into whoever you want to be.

Make that reinvention awesome.

6. Make go.

Anger seems to be an automatic reaction to a breakup.

I think its natural to be angry at your ex in one way or another, but dont stay angry.

One of the most difficult steps of moving on is looking back at such relationships through a positive lens.

Dont regarded the breakup against her.

Remember the good times, and take the bad times as lessons.

You two undoubtedly had great times together.

They are eternally embedded in your identity, so remember how she taught you to love.

Its going to be tough to see her in the world without you by her side.

Youll certainly see it when she picks herself up and gets back out into the dating world.

Embrace it.

She deserves to be happy as much as you do, and facing her brand-new affair with acrimony will exclusively make it harder for you.

Let someone else love her the mode you couldnt.

Let her run. Give her live her brand-new life without you.

If “youve been” desired her at all, you owe her this. Maybe your courses will span again one day, but dont count on that thought.

For now, she is out of your life.

Dont make it harder on her or yourself by chaining yourself to the believed to be get her back.

She’ll respect you for that, and she’ll income the kindnes when you lastly stop listening to Death Cab For Cutie and start dating again.

There is no reason to flush with hatred when you think of her.

She accompanied some amazing ages into your life, so appreciate them and respect that you two “il be going” your separate ways.

One somewhat cloudy sphere of this process is reading how to not cover her in a perfect light.

Remember the relationship ended for a rationale, and both parties are to blame.

Well, there you have it. These are not all-encompassing.

Butlike I said, every situation is different.

Hopefully, these terms can help person out there.

It will injure, but its a part of life.

You eventually turn into a better being after you expend some time understanding of yourself.

You become more empathetic to peoples inner combats because you know how hard you are fighting your own.

( Oh, and try not to have sex with her. That certainly screws everything up .)

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