Physics

Friends, but Never Lovers

This piece that I wrote is for all my lovelies that have been through something like this. This idea just came to me one night and I knew I had to write it. So without further ado here is Friends, but Never Lovers

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We were friends, just friends, never lovers. I knew that from the start and I told myself to not get attached to him, but he was like nicotine with the way he was so addictive. He was something that I should’ve never gotten involved with but he was also someone I couldn’t stay away from. He seemed to be the only drug I couldn’t quit and looking back on it now I never should’ve been his friend, but I just couldn’t help myself. His green eyes were like emeralds with how mesmerizing they were, his laugh was so contagious you couldn’t help but laugh with him, his smile could light up an entire room more than the sun could, the way he cared for everyone in his life made you fall for him even more, and the way he always knew what to say be it be a bad joke or the best advice he could think of made my feelings for him grow even more. He had his flaws, who didn’t, but they were overlooked by how amazing he was….the problem with all of this is the distance, it’s the feelings that he doesn’t have for me, it’s the insecurities that I hold that push me back, it’s the fact that we are friends, but we will never be lovers. Unrequited love, perfect person at the wrong time, soulmates in another life. Call it what you want but what it really is the world playing one, big, cruel, and sick joke on me. In every way he was perfect for me, but I was never perfect for him and that’s what was lost in translation. So I have to sit here and remind myself….always friends….never lovers...

Quinn once had sex with a Latina lesbian.

Hi the only thing I care about today is Susan Sarandon's twitter

imagine the kaz x darkling faceoff but its like, a wild west thing

darkling: theres only room for one little emo boy in this here town

kaz: you think you can out-emo me? My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor. My father is profit. I honor him daily. You are nothing but an Old Man.

*music intensifies as they glare at each other*

and then they walk ten paces away, close their eyes and count to ten or whatever people do and kaz walks up behind him while he's still counting and whacks him with his cane

NEEDS TO BE!

Ugh it’s one of those nights where I wanna read a doctor who fan fiction and I had one in mind, but now I can’t find it and either the author deleted it or I never added it to my library but I’ve been on such a man hunt for it and still no luck which sucks because I can still recall details from that book and I wanna read it so bad.

Y’ALL THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!! IT HAS ME IN MY FEELLSSSSSSSSS GO READ IT!!!!!

Dancing In The Rain | Kaz Brekker

Summary: Exactly as the title says. Kaz and reader dance in the rain!

Warnings: Mentions of getting sick, just a lil sweet and carefree innocence, not proofread, probably bad.

hope you all like it, let me know what you think! requests for kaz are open! - parker

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If Ketterdam wasn’t known for it’s violence and crime, then it was most definitely known for it’s rain.

Every day seemed like it rained, almost like the Saints above saw the carnage of the streets and tried to wash it away. But, no matter how much rainfall bestowed Ketterdam, the cobblestone roads would always remain red.

Most people complained about the weather, grumbling to themselves about wanting sun for a change. You didn’t understand it. You loved the rain. Sure, the sun was nice on the occasion it happened, but you’d always been in pure adoration for the gloom that hung over Ketterdam.

That was something Kaz didn’t quite understand about you, among other things. Well, to be quite frank, Kaz didn’t truly understand anything about you, other than the obvious. Which was that you were utterly too good to be in Ketterdam of all places, with him of all people.

He’d tried telling you that before, saying that somewhere, all the way out in the great beyond, there was destined to be somewhere better, safer, with more opportunities and people to give you all that you deserved.

You never listened though, stating that regardless of how cruel Ketterdam could be, it was your home. Besides, you’d add, where else would you get rain quite like this?

Which brought you to where you were now. What started off as a night in the Crow Club, surrounded by your best mates, had somehow ended with you rushing outside as soon as you heard the familiar patter of rainfall on the rooftop.

In your excitement you’d forgotten your cost, not that you cared, but Kaz did. He’d been the one to find you sick last time you stayed out in the rain too long after not bringing it along, and he’d rather not have to see you in such a poor state of health again.

Sighing to himself, he got up from where he had been sat at the back of the club, talking to Inej when he saw you leave from watching Jesper gamble to scurry outside. Right away he knew what that meant, so he grabbed his cane and your coat when he walked past wear you once sat, and headed towards the doors.

Pushing them open, he was instantly met with a gust of wet wind and the smell of rain, and the sight of you... dancing.

He watched you for a moment as you smiled to yourself, twirling back and forth down the street, blissfully unaware of him watching. Kaz felt the corners of his lips upturn slightly at the way you looked so carefree. Who would’ve thought that one of the most skilled thieves and assassins in cursed Ketterdam, could look so angelic and innocent while dancing in the rain.

Kaz was so lost in his thoughts of you and the way you were beaming, that he didn’t even notice you had finally noticed him. “Kaz?” you asked, your voice was light. His dark eyes snapped to yours, you squinted at him. “How long have you been standing there?” He didn’t answer, instead he gestured to your coat that he had in his arms and held it towards you.

“I don’t need it,” you said. Kaz lifted a quizzical eyebrow at you. “Y/N,” he said to you, in his usual stern remark. “If you aren’t going to put your cost on, then I think it’s time you come inside now. Wouldn’t want you falling ill again, now round we?” His words made you stop in your place, no longer moving to the sound of distant music from nearby.

“Oh what, you don’t want to play nurse Kaz again? I thought you liked taking care of me when I’m sick.” Kaz rolled his eyes at you. “No, not really, Y/N. Now, come on, as I said let’s go inside.” He turned his back to go back inside, but noticed you still standing in the rain. “Y/N,” he spoke, tilting his head towards the door as a way of telling you to follow.

“Just a little longer, Kaz, please?” You looked like a little kid begging their parent for candy, so sweet and innocent, nothing like the criminal you actually were.

Kaz pursed his lips. “Fine. But I’m going back inside. If you’re not in there in the next few minutes, I will drag you myself, got it?” He didn’t wait to hear your answer, knowing you’d most likely listen, and turned to head inside once again.

However your voice rung out once more, calling his name. “Kaz?” It came out in a question, almost like you were unsure to ask. He turned his head towards you, and saw you had your hand outstretched to him.

An invitation.

“Care to dance with me?” You asked him, half joking and half serious. You knew that the likeliness of him accepting the offer was incredibly rare.

Which was exactly why you were dumbfounded when he turned from the doors and walked towards you, wordlessly saying yes to the proposal.

He didn’t take your hand, which didn’t surprise you, but he dude sway lightly from side to side, which did surprise you.

Holy Saints, Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the barrel, was actually dancing with you, and in the rain nonetheless, like one of those pathetically cheesy romantic novels you guiltily read sometimes.

Shaking your head out of your stupor, you began to follow his lead, moving to the beat of rain and the sound of music from the nearby homes and clubs.

Both of you seemed to lose track of time as you enjoyed each other’s presence, smiling and uncaring that your clothes were soaking wet and you’d both most likely wake up with the sniffles. That didn’t matter to you, and it didnt seem to matter to him either.

You were both content and carefree, just dancing in the rain.

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Benedict Cumberbatch walking into my life , ready to take a piece of my heart:

—Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows