Do you even know how often this happens to me

Imagine being a teacher and meeting Tom Hiddleston, who flirts with you, when he brings two of your students at school.

“Josie! Lizzie! How are you sweeties?” you grinned as you spotted the twins that ran to you with giggles.

“(Y/n) we missed you!” they exclaimed, squealing as they hugged you.

“How was your trip? We definitely missed you as well!” you kissed their cheeks “Come on, go put your bags there and we can all catch up once everybody has come, yeah?”

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Or “Where’s My Love?” by randomdreamer01 ( @justkeeponthegrass ) and “Happy Endings (are just stories that haven’t finished yet)” by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue

Jyn is a (sometimes) reformed criminal who fell in love with the man across the interrogation desk. What follows is a spontaneous wedding and a marriage full of words left unsaid. The world doesn’t end when they break up, but the road to a happier life (and, perhaps, back to each other) is a long and winding one.

*Title from a quote by R. Arnold

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When Harry rounded the corner of a corridor in his secret route (really, couldn’t people stop gawking at him?) to lunch, he stopped suddenly to avoid tripping over the person sitting against the wall with their knees drawn up, head resting on their knees. The platinum blonde hair could be mistaken for no one else. Harry froze, not sure what to do. Since their return to Hogwarts for their unofficial 8th year of study and their subsequent sharing of a dorm room, Harry and Malfoy had been on civil yet stilted terms. They were polite, occasionally friendly even. But mostly they just stayed out of one another’s way. He wasn’t quite sure what the motivating factor was from Malfoy’s side, but for Harry this wasn’t out of hatred as the previous’ years rivalry would suggest. It was rather out of sheer awkwardness, he did not know how to act now that this boy was no longer his nemesis. This was the reason for his full minute of paralysis as he stood staring at Malfoy’s bowed head. He was seriously contemplating backing away quietly, convinced that the blonde had not heard his approach when he noticed Malfoy clenching his fists. “Get on with it then.” Malfoy whispered viciously.

Shocked, Harry at first said nothing. Then he hesitantly cleared his throat. “Um, Malfoy?”
Malfoy groaned and brought his hands up to cover his face. “You have got to be kidding me.” He muttered into his hands.
Harry was now profoundly uncomfortable, convinced that he had stumbled on his former nemesis in the middle of an emotional reprieve which definitely deserved privacy and not his clear gawking. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just heading-”
Malfoy gave a dark chuckle. He raised his head but didn’t look at Harry. “You’re hardly intruding. One could say you were saving the day, as always.” Harry was a little surprised to find his face dry, his eyes clear even if they seemed a little distant.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “And how am I doing that?”
“Well,” Malfoy started in a disparaging tone. “it seems as though I have been temporarily relieved of my sight and am unable to find my way to our room.”

“What?” Harry exclaimed, dropping to his knees next to him. He reached out to turn Malfoy’s face, frantically searching for an injury. “Are you okay?”
Malfoy pulled back slightly, eyebrows raised in surprise before they slammed back down. Harry could see the unfocused quality in them now. “I’m fine, Potter.” He muttered. “It was a spell.”
“But then we should go to the hospital wing, not our room!”
“No, Potter.” Malfoy said in a low voice. “I am not going to the hospital wing.”
Harry stared at his tense jaw, his pursed lips and the defiant glint in the clear grey eyes that were currently focused two feet to the left of Harry.
“Care to explain why?” He asked cautiously.
“No.” Harry waited. Malfoy crossed his arms. Harry sat down more comfortably. Malfoy let out an exasperated sigh. “You and your hero complex!” Harry smirked but didn’t reply. “Fine. Let’s just say that this sort of thing has happened on occasion and I know it will go away in a few hours.” He stated as a matter of fact.
Harry frowned. “People are cursing you often? Have you been hit with this exact curse before?”
Malfoy’s lips curled into a sneer. “Worried about me, Potter?”
He took a long moment to examine the tense set of Malfoy’s shoulders, the clenched fists at his side. “Yeah, I think I am.” He replied finally.
If Harry hadn’t been given this opportunity to so openly study Malfoy, he wouldn’t have seen the subtle signs of shock ripple across his features. The slightest uncurling of his sneer. The widening of his eyes by the smallest fraction. But they were there, and Harry saw them.
Malfoy cleared his throat and lowered his unseeing gaze to the floor, long eyelashes fluttering. In a firm but soft voice he said. “Then just help me back to the room before anyone else sees me like this.”
“Okay,” Harry said without hesitation, “but I don’t think we’re done talking about this.” Harry stood and reached down for Malfoy’s hand to help him up.
“Whatever, Potter.”

They made it all the way to the 8th year dorms without seeing anyone, but having to go through the common room was a bit trickier. Harry threw his arm around Malfoy’s shoulders to guide him through, they got a few questioning looks from the others but the scowl on Malfoy’s face made it more believable. When they got to their room Harry slowly let his arm drop. Malfoy stood there scowling. Harry gently took his arm and guided him to his bed, which he sat on with a sigh. “Thank you.”
Harry blinked in surprise. After an awkward pause he replied, “You’re welcome.”
He caught a glimpse of a small smirk before Malfoy flopped onto his back. “Well, carry on with your saviour duties.” He said dismissively.
Harry grinned. “Honestly, Malfoy. What are the chances of me finding two damsels in distress in one day?” He was out the door before Malfoy could do anything but splutter indignantly.

When Harry returned a short while later, it was to find Malfoy’s curtains drawn around his bed. He hesitated a long while in the doorway before finally closing the door. “Malfoy?”
There was a drawn out silence. “What, Potter?”
“I brought you lunch.”
The curtain was pulled back suddenly and Harry could see Malfoy sitting on the bed still in his robes but with his shoes off. His brows were drawn together in confusion. “You brought me lunch?”
“Well, yeah.” Harry said kicking off his shoes. “I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.”
He sat down on the bed across from Malfoy whose mouth promptly fell open and then shut with a snap. “Oh.”
Harry cautiously grabbed a pale, slender hand and placed half a sandwich in it. Malfoy brought his other hand up to hold it as well, still frowning. Harry watched as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it. His pale grey eyes were full of something, and Harry was rather disappointed to think that it might be doubt.
“I’m not poisoning you, you know.” He said softly.
Malfoy surprised both of them by breathing out a chuckle. “I know that, Potter.” Harry couldn’t help but stare as the smile lingered around his lips. “Thank you.” Malfoy murmured softly. Harry’s own lips turned up in response. He watched as Malfoy worried is bottom lip between his teeth some more. The edges were curling upward now though. Malfoy finally raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, are you just going to watch me eat now?”
“What? No! Sorry.” Harry said rapidly as he shot up off the bed. When he heard Malfoy’s laughter ring out he stumbled. “Git.” He huffed as he sat heavily on his own bed. Since Malfoy wouldn’t know, he didn’t exactly look away. He sat with his chin resting on his drawn up knees as Malfoy finished his sandwich. When he was done, he sat back with his back against the wall and his eyes closed. His face was completely relaxed and Harry couldn’t look away.
“Fine. Ask.” Harry was startled when Malfoy eventually spoke. He was again thankful that he couldn’t see since Harry’s cheeks reddened guiltily.
“When will you be able to see again?”
“A few hours. This one has only happened once before so I’m not exactly sure how many hours it was, only about six I think. Luckily it happened on a Saturday this time so I don’t have to miss class.” His eyes opened again and his gaze was fixed a few feet above Harry’s head.
“Do you know who it was?” Harry asked.
His lip curled up. “Unfortunately not.”
Harry nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “How often?”
Malfoy sighed deeply. “What does it matter?”
“It just does.”
“Only about once a week now.” Malfoy answered reluctantly. “It happened a lot more in the beginning of the year but people are at last starting to get bored of me.” He said dryly.
“Malfoy,” Harry started, causing his roommates lips to thin. “Why haven’t you said anything? Did you tell any of the teachers?”
Malfoy huffed and dropped his chin so he was facing his lap. “No. I’ve handled it.” He said with a note of finality. When Harry didn’t answer, he cleared his throat and continued in a quieter voice. “I didn’t want anyone’s pity. I don’t.” Harry watched as the faintest hint of pink appeared on his cheeks.
With reluctance, Harry understood. He sighed. “Alright then.” Malfoy’s head tilted to the side, as if considering. Searching for a random topic, Harry asked Malfoy who he thought would win the quidditch league that year. Surprise touched his features, a smile quirked his lips but Malfoy launched into a detailed explanation about why the Harpies had a good chance. They chatted for ages. Harry was surprised to find how easy it was to talk to Malfoy like this, how his eyes lit up when he was amused. He was, however, more surprised to find that he could not look away from Malfoy even once.


Draco sighed as he leaned his head and back against the wall with his eyes shut. Or were they open? It’s not as if he was really able to tell. As much as he hated being cursed, he couldn’t deny that he was rather enjoying his afternoon with Potter. He hadn’t known how to address the fact that there was no longer any real animosity between them and he always just felt extremely uncomfortable in his roommate’s presence. His solution had been to avoid him as much as possible before today. Potter had gone to the kitchens to get more sandwiches for their dinner and Draco had used the opportunity to stumble to the bathrooms. Potter had been genuine in assisting Draco so far but Draco had his limits.
He heard the door open and held his breath, scared it was someone else. He was relieved when his curtains were drawn back and his bed dipped down with Potter’s weight. A warm dry hand gripped his own, lingering. Draco sucked in a breath and a sandwich was placed in his hand. They ate in silence. When they were done, Harry didn’t go back to his own bed. Instead he stayed next to Draco, his legs crossed and almost pressed against Draco’s thigh. Potter was busy telling him about the triwizard tournament; the tip Cedric had given him for the egg clue and the prefect’s bath. Draco had turned his head towards him to hear him better. He couldn’t help but laugh when Harry relayed his horror at Myrtle making an appearance, and as much as he tried he couldn’t fight the lingering smile as Potter continued.
Then all of a sudden, he could see. It was as if a great black curtain was lifted. Inches from his own face was Harry Potter’s face. And his bright green eyes were fixed on Draco’s mouth. Suddenly nervous, Draco swallowed. He watched Potter’s eyes track the movement down his neck and heard the stumble in his words. Draco started to blush and feel a little guilty. He reached out quickly to grab Potter’s arm, “I can see again.” Potter’s eyes snapped up quickly to Draco’s and his ears went pink. Then he broke into a wide grin that Draco had never expected to see aimed in his direction.
“About time.” Draco grinned back just as wide. Pink tinged Potter’s cheeks as well. He cleared his throat. “It’s late.” He shifted as to get up. “I’ll just go to my bed so we can go to sleep.”
Draco still had a hand on his arm so he squeezed once before letting go. “Stay, finish your story.” He said.
Potter smiled, and Draco could swear it was at least a little bit shy, before continuing.

The next day they found themselves in a strange new dynamic. They greeted each other with soft smiles. The day went by full of quick glances and friendly words. When they found themselves back in the room that night Draco was pleased that they continued with their easy conversations. Harry would speak mostly to his hands with quick glances at Draco, but there was no longer any awkwardness between them. Harry had stayed on his bed though, and Draco was not at all happy to realise that he was disappointed.
After they’d said good night Draco was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep as his thoughts lingered on Harry. When he opened his eyes to get up and go sit in the common room rather, he found Harry awake in his bed across from him, and he had quite obviously been staring at Draco.
Harry quickly glanced away, but with no way to explain this away his gaze returned.
“Were you staring at me, Potter?” Draco asked in a soft voice.
It was too dark to tell, but Draco was sure that he must be blushing. “I’m finding it quite a hard habit to break.” Harry answered, his voice low.
Draco’s lips quirked up, and he could see Harry relax at that. “After just one day?” He teased.
Harry nodded, also smiling now. “But I must admit,” he said slowly, “I prefer it when you stare back.”
Draco’s heart sped up, struggling to believe. He swallowed and decided he could be brave in the dark. “Well,” he started, sitting up “wouldn’t it be better staring from over here?” he moved over, offering space on his bed.
Harry’s eyes went wide for a second before he was scrambling over to sit next to Draco. They both sat cross legged with their knees touching, staring openly. They were both grinning widely now.
“Well, Potter? Is this it?” Draco drawled. “Are you just going to stare all night or-“
He was abruptly cut off when Harry slid a hand to cup the back of his neck and gently press their lips together. Harry pulled back and searched Draco’s eyes.
“Really Potter, with the amount of time you spent staring at my lips yesterday I’m sure you can do better.” Draco said a little breathlessly.
Harry was still laughing as their lips met again. And when he finally pulled away ages later, Draco found he didn’t have any complaints.

  • what i say: i’M FINE
  • what i mean: i’m crying because i noticed how, in guardians of the galaxy 2, during the scene where they all find out about ego’s plans gamora tackles and holds up mantis in a chokehold and the first thing mantis manages to get out is: ‘you’re scared’ and i started to think ‘yes of course gamora is scared she’s worried and doesn’t know what’s happening’ and then i saw the next scene with gamora how horrified she looked and she was looking at her hands and saying in such a terrified tone ‘what did you do to me’ and it made me wonder how often, or even if ever, gamora acknowledged her fears, if she ever faced them head-on because she grew up under thanos; she’s the last of her race and was raised by it’s murderer and when being trained and beaten to become a weapon she’s had to suppress that part of her so much just to be where she is today, she had to become ruthless and terrifying all for the sake of being thanos’ daughter and being his weapon, she had to suppress her rage and fear and grief because if she made one false move, she was dead and as a result she never had the chance to come to terms with herself and everything she’s experienced and had to become.
NCT 127 + Johnny’s Reaction to: You Being Clingy in a Cute Way

Taeil: loves when you cling onto him. it makes him feel trusted & protective. so he clings back, but only in private. he’s not a big fan of pda. however, when you pull away, he thinks he’s done something wrong or gone too far, which makes him withdraw as well …

Originally posted by honeyxxxmoon

Johnny: melts whenever you cling to him. esp since he’s a tall mofo so he jokes that it’s like a koala hugging a tree. and when you pull away, he pouts and tells you not to leave. “what fun is it being a tree with no koala hugging me?”

Originally posted by skelesuh

Taeyong: adores when you’re clingy. it makes him feel like da man. and he feels secure too. like, no matter how many negative comments are thrown at him, as long as you’re nearby to cuddle and kiss, they don’t bother him anymore. and so he feels like he’s being too clingy & he understands why you’re pulling away whenever you do. “don’t go, I love your cuddles. stay with me a little longer, please”

Originally posted by taesyong

Yuta: flashes that million watt smile whenever he notices you pull away and holds your hand a little tighter. while he might not say anything, that smile assures you that you’re not annoying, that he loves you

Originally posted by taesyong

Jaehyun: “awww, you’re so cute! why are you trying to pull away? unless you’re trying to take this into the bedroom? ;)”

taeyong, miles away, unaware of what’s happening: #triggered

Originally posted by nctinfo

Winwin: doesn’t know how to react when you you cling to him, even though he likes it. which makes you distance yourself more often since you feel like you’re bothering him. but he doesn’t want you go to pull away, so he grips onto your shirt, blushing violently. he probably won’t say anything but at the same time, he’s not letting you pull away

Originally posted by fywinwin

Mark: spends the majority of skinship with you blushing or giggling, which makes you think you’re annoying him. and so you distance yourself. but he HATES you distancing yourself. holding your hand just makes him so nervous and melt and asdfghjkl so that’s why he’s awkward.

one day he decides to just man up, to prove he loves you being clingy; by throwing his arm over your shoulder in front of his hyungs & not batting an eye at their teasing

Originally posted by sour-satang

Haechan: thinks he’s the shit whenever you cling to him. he feels so strong & macho and when you pull away, it makes him feel empty. “but I’m so cute, how can you pull away from me?”

Originally posted by taeilsboo

Feel Me: short story

Pairings: Bucky x (enhanced) reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, anxiety, fluff

After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy and timid, and waited with patience until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut.

‘Good Morning’ you said with a smile, as you noticed that he still wouldn’t look at you as you spoke. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, he was nervous.

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Dearest Cat,

This is not the way I had imagined you waking up this morning.  This morning of mornings.

An impersonal letter left on the nightstand next to your reading glasses doesn’t ring of the chivalry and romance I had dreamed of the number of times I had imagined this.  And no, you don’t get to know how often that was.

I’ve been called away, as you will find happens with me, more often than either of us will like.

I couldn’t bear the thought of waking you.  You look so beautiful when you sleep (I’m allowed to say that now, you know).  You should do it more often.  The sunlight that I so adore has found an eternal home in your messy curls and on the soft skin of your cheek.  I watched the sun rise on your features and I haven’t looked away since.  I’m allowed to look now, maybe even to touch.  I gave myself permission to trace the little crease-mark the pillow left across the corner of your eye where it disappeared into your hairline.  I let my fingers curl in between yours like they did last night as I watched you drift off on the sofa next to me.  You may not remember me carrying you to bed, but that memory is branded on my mind. I couldn’t forget the way you tucked yourself against me.  I won’t tell you how I nearly dropped you when you brushed your nose against my neck.  I’m sitting there now, watching you sleep, writing a too-long missive and remembering the way your lips felt against mine.

As I sit here, writing to you on your own stationary, the memories of last night wash over me in waves.  I’ll never forget that moment, when the hurt and anger, frustration, pain and fear, all fell away the moment you said, “Come here, Kara.”  And I did.  I couldn’t stay mad with you wrapped in my arms, solid and warm and alive.  Or the moment I lifted you from your bed, finally unhooked from all your tubes and wires and carefully set you on the balcony, where we could enjoy the city together, as we’ve done so many times before.  The hours we talked blend together into one long moment of truth and care and promises not to promise.  But the moment that stands out most is the moment I said, “I’d like to kiss you, Cat.” and for an eternity you didn’t answer, and instead you pressed your lips to mine and I fell off the edge of the world.

I’m sorry you’re still in such pain.  I’d take it away in an instant if I had that kind of power.  My power lies elsewhere.  I long for the day when you’re stronger, when I can take you flying, in any number of thrilling ways.

So, I’ll give you one last kiss, because I can do that now, and leave the way I arrived, though infinitely lighter of spirit and mind.

Time will stand still until I can see you again.

I’m sorry I called you a dummy… and a monumental idiot… though I maintain in that moment they were not entirely inaccurate.

I have to go, but I leave my heart behind.  Guard it well.

Truly yours,

If there is one thing I have learned over the years, it’s that it only takes one person, one patient, one moment to change your life forever, to change your perspective, color your thinking. To force you to re-evaluate everything you think you know. To make you ask yourself the toughest questions: Do you know who you are? Do you understand what has happened to you? Do you want to live this way?
—  Cristina Yang
Our Day

Jughead Jones x Reader

Walking down sweet water river, holding onto Kevin’s arm, I couldn’t believe our day was finally here. After all these years of high school and college, we’ve finally came back to Riverdale with all of our friends and are getting married, just like we said we would when we were sixteen. Looking down our propped isle to see Jughead, stood there in his black suit, grey tie and to my surprise the beanie wasn’t anywhere to be seen. His raven hair was styled to perfection and my heart literally skipped a beat at the sight of him.

“Ready for this?” Kevin whispered, both of us smiling at all the guests as we walked towards Jughead. “I’ve been waiting the last 8 years for this” The smile never leaving my face, watching as Archie, Jugs best man whispered something in his ear, getting a nod in return. Finally reaching Jughead, I almost ran from Kevin, his grip on my arm stopping me.

“I’m so happy for you” Kev whispered, kissing my cheek before taking the only empty seat left. Handing Betty my flowers, I smiled at my three bridesmaids, Betty, Cheryl and Veronica. I couldn’t have been happier with how everything’s turned out.

“Where the hell is the beanie?” Finally looking back at Jughead, all our guests laughing along with me. “Right here” He winked, tapping the inside of his suit jacket pocket making me laugh.

Fred Andrews was our priest, got himself ordained online thanks to the help of Archie. Looking at our guests as Fred spoke, my heart broke a little knowing my parents refuse to be here because it’s Jughead I’m marrying but my love for him clearly wasn’t enough, neither is the fact that he makes me happy every single day.

“Y/N?” Mr Andrews voice bringing me back to reality. “Your vows?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking for months now about what to say but when you love someone as much as I love you it’s hard to put into words for everyone else to understand” I smiled, taking both Jugheads hands in my own. “I freaking love you” I laughed, Jug shyly smiling at me. “I wake up every morning looking forward to what my day brings knowing, that even if it’s the worst day I have, you’re right there, reminding me that I’ll have a better day tomorrow, your smile and presence completely turning my day around” The tears welling in my eyes as I spoke. “How when I’m sick you’ll do anything to make me better, even cuddling with me when you know I’ll make you sick too” Gingerly caressing his cheek, the pad of my thumb running back and forth along his cheek bone. “All I know is I love you and waking up next to you, falling asleep next to or on you” Jughead laughing knowing that happens more often than not. “Spending half of our time together makes me feel full, full of happiness, warmth, love and lots of it” A tear sliding down my cheek, Jugheads thumb wiping it away. “I love the blue of your eyes and even when I could be telling a really  boring story you still have that sparkle in them, the smile that we rarely get to see, is shown a lot more when it’s just the two of us, which still makes my heart skip a beat and butterflies swarm my stomach. I love you Forsythe and I can’t wait for our future” I grinned, gently kissing his cheek, dabbing underneath my eyes to dry and stop my tears.

“Jughead” Archie, spoke offering him vows he had written down. “I’m good” He told his ginger friend, inhaling a big breath, running his hand through his swept back hair, exhaling taking both my hands in his once again.

“Where do I begin?” He chuckled along with our friends, especially those that have witnessed our relationship over the years. “I’m not really one for verbally speaking I would rather just put pen to paper and have someone else read my words” Awkwardly shuffling his feet as he spoke. “But I love you and I love spending all our time together. You make me undeniably happy every second of everyday, even when we argue because you’ll stand your ground, even when you’re wrong which isn’t often” All our guests laughing, a smirk on his perfect lips. “I can’t wait to start a family with you and grow old with you and retire somewhere that’s peaceful so we can both write about anything and everything. I love you and I just want to start forever right now” Both his hands on my face, his lips engulfing mine in a quick but sweet kiss.

“I Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take you, Forsythe Pendleton Jones to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always”

“I Forsythe Pendleton Jones, take you,, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride” Fred, smiled all our guests clapping and cheering.


“Hey there Juliet” Jug grinned, taking my hands in his for our first dance. “Hey there Romeo” my smile never leaving my face. All of our wedding party joining one by one. Polly and Betty chose to dance together which was really sweet, Veronica danced with Archie and Mrs Lodge was dancing with Mr Andrews a few of our other guests slowly making their to the dance floor.

 "Today couldn’t have been any better" Kissing his cheek. “Thank you for turning up” I joked. “Thank you for agreeing to marry me and saying I do” Smirking, just as he spun me around, shrieking as I never expected it.

As the night went on, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we most definitely cried but mostly we enjoyed our night with our friends and family. “I’m sorry your parents refused to be here” Jug apologised handing me another glass of champagne. We still had the speeches to go through and the cutting of the cake which thanks again to Veronica, was flown in from New York.

My parents never approved of mine and Jugheads relationship but he’s the man I love and nothing that anyone could say or do would change how I feel about him. “We’re with our family right now and that’s all that matters to me” Gently kissing his plump lips, our guests cheering and whistling. “I’m sorry your family couldn’t make it either” It broke my heart that Jughead was still trying after all these years to get his family back together. “This is our day and I would do it all over again with or without our families here” He smiled, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

“I love you Jughead Jones” Pecking his lips one last time. “I love you too Y/N Jones” Taking my hand in his, leading us back to the dance floor.

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 05- Blood, Sweat and Tears
Summary: It’s been a rough day for Haruno Sakura, and even if there’s nothing he can do, Sasuke is tired of just watching as she destroys herself. He doesn’t want to see her hurting herself. Not anymore.
A/N: I’m so so sorry for taking so long to post this one! It took me forever to finish and I’m not really sure if it ended the way I wanted it to end. I’m a bit insecure about this one, so please, forgive me if it turned out weird. No matter what, I hope you’ve enjoy it! Please, tell me what you think about it!

A characteristic, crashing sound followed her raging mantra for what was probably the 30th time since they had arrived. Huge stonewalls were falling apart around her, dust dancing with the breeze and sticking to her panting body. She was breathing hard— they could see—but it didn’t take long for the pinkette to charge yet another punch at another rock.

Haruno Sakura had been doing that for hours now, and even if her chakra levels were incredibly low, the girl showed no sign of quitting her activities that soon. She was pissed, completely taken over by frustration and disappointment as she condemned herself to use all her muscles until exhaustion.

She was punishing herself. She was irresponsibly driving herself to her own limit, and even if they wanted her to stop, neither the Uzumaki nor the Uchiha moved a finger to prevent her from breaking another rock. It would be of no use, they knew it, hence, the only thing they could do for her at that moment was watch.

All they could do was watch as she destroyed herself.

But just watching never did either of them any good. Especially not when it was clear that she needed help.

“ For how long does she usually stay like this?” His voice was low when he asked that question, his eyes not leaving the girl for a single moment as she was still destroying rocks. Sasuke had his hand hidden inside his pocket, and he rested his back against the trunk of a tree that stood some good meters away from her. His expression was as stoic as always, but his best friend knew better than to simply assume he didn’t care about the rosette.

Sasuke was worried about her. They both were, but unlike the raven haired boy, Naruto had seen her like that before. He had already seen that side of hers, and for having already tried everything he knew to make her feel better, the blond knew leaving her alone was the only thing that truly worked.

Even if it took him some time to get used to that idea, eventually, Naruto understood that there was nothing he could do for her.

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Have you ever been hit? Hit by your brother? People usually think of it as siblings playing, siblings wrestling. But have you ever been hit? Have ever been there when a joke no longer remains a joke, you say a word and his ego is scratched, you end up with a slap on your face, his fingerprints lingering there. And instead of coming to your rescue, your mom tells you to shut up, giving you another slap, not literally but you get the feel. You wish you wish you wish you had it in you to protect yourself and somehow you swing your hand and it only ends up not hitting him like you want to because you were brought up with a mentality that men loose their temper sometimes and it’s always your fault, you can’t hit back because you’ll always be beneath them, and you end up with a punch to your gut. Another slap on the face, your head bangs onto the sofa but you wish it was a wall, at least then you’d have something to cry for other than being hit, at least then the pain you feel on your cheeks could be ignored. But you can’t ignore it, and every time you think that it might just be your own fault, that maybe you don’t know how to take a joke and this happens every once in a while and somehow you are never prepared. And even if you were, it’s a common thing in most middle class Indian households here so talking about it to your friends doesn’t help either. And you think of all the ways to not cry but you end up crying the whole day but hey you are a girl, you have to put a smile on your face even if it has his fingerprints on them. You hear your friends wish for an older brother so that they feel protected, little to they know that sometimes, most times, they don’t protect you unless it’s for their own benefit. I still remember the first time you hit me and I had to be in bed the whole day because I was in pain- physically, mentally and emotionally. And I remember our mother yelling at me for not being able to take it because it was my fault and I deserved it. I remember why you hit me and she isn’t even in your life anymore and I remember all the times something like this happened because it happened quite often. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget this. I know I won’t but I hope I do.

PS you aren’t allowed to call this physical abuse because this isn’t really abuse, this is just how siblings are, this is how they behave
Second chance (Siris Black x reader)

Request: Your last imagine was great! I wanted to know if you could write an imagine set in the order of the phoenix were the reader is an auror and she was one the few people that believed sirius was innocent (most people thought it was because they dated in highschool) and when the kids go to the ministry instead sirius dying it’s bellatrix instead? And when sirius comes back that when he decides to marry her? (if possible with young sirius instead of gary oldman thank you!)

A/N: … *throws this out of the virtual grave and goes off to take a nap*

Sirius Black was many things: troublemaker, obnoxious, frustratingly immature, unwaveringly loyal to his friends, a cheater to his lovers. He was not a murderer.

Some could say you believed this because you dated him, dated him for a respectable amount of time (an uncharacteristic feat for Black). Granted you were kids, still in your sixth year at Hogwarts and emotionally floundering. And yet.. five months and three weeks were not a fling. And even now you looked back on the relationship with fondness, despite Sirius dumping you for a bustier Ravenclaw. 

They lasted three weeks, by the way, the average life span of a relationship with the infamous Sirius. 

…Some could say you were still a little bitter about it, not that you would give anyone the chance to…

But anyway, you mourned the lost potential for that relationship and moved on. You assumed that any connection you had to Sirius Black had been stuck in Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, life always seems to have other ideas than what we plan.

“Come now, you look like you’ve seen a murderer,” Sirius teased with a low rasp in his voice as he took another long swig of his drink. 

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anonymous asked:

So, ive been reading your fanfics for a while, and i wanna start writing my own!! Do you have any tips/tricks/advice for me???

Keep in mind I’m not the best with advice. Feel free to use or ignore any of these. I have not studied how to write. I just took the normal classes in high school and kinda looked around the internet for some stuff. I’m not claiming to know how to write the best, so please understand that before reading. I’m just going to say things that have helped me (or things that haven’t helped me). Please let that be a warning before we begin. 

Write a lot. Practice practice practice! The best way to get better is to write!

Also, reading helps too. Read a lot and read different types of things. It will help out by giving your story some diversity compared to other stories. 

Don’t post your first draft. Always edit if you want it to come out better. Rarely does someone write the perfect chapter without going back and editing a single thing. I like to do a read through for editing, then a separate one for proofreading. You don’t have to do two, but at least go back and edit once. It will help. 

Rewriting your chapter. It’s a pain in the ass and takes longer, but when you rewrite a chapter it’s usually better. Always save a copy of your original version in case you decide you wanted the first scene more, that way you don’t have to try to figure out what you put in the beginning. I’ve rewritten chapters before and they’ve always turned out better and longer. I put more details in and saw where some parts were lacking. Plus it helps with making sure the chapter flows. 

Flowing. Make sure your chapter comes across fluidly and not choppy. Make sure the scenes blend well together and if you’re going to cut to another scene please remember to put in a line break. It’s very confusing to read a story and it skip to another scene with no warning. One minute they were in the hot tub then the next they’re waiting in line at the movie theater? Doesn’t flow well. Make sure when you’re editing that it goes well together. 

If you’re bored with it, chances are your readers are going to be bored with it. I know some scenes are more tedious to write than others and you want to just skip to the good parts but you need to put in certain information before you get to those parts. Sometimes I’ll write the better parts, then go back and try to make it connect. (flowing) The best thing to do is just summarize that part and move on, and then when you’re editing it make it jazzier. Just make the scene more interesting by either cutting it shorter so you don’t lose the reader’s attention or change the scene to… well, make it more interesting? I’m sorry if that’s not helpful. When I have to write a dull part where I need to add information I try to find a way to present the information in a more entertaining way. 

Don’t rely too much on dialogue. What I mean by that is when it’s talking about a major part of the story, try to foreshadow up to that part and add non-dialogue scenes that reveal pieces of it. For example, in one of my stories I have the main character suffering from trauma he experienced when he was sexually assaulted. I started with small details like he would tense when someone touched his shoulder, or he didn’t want to be touched. Of course when it came to actually revealing about it it was in dialogue, but by that point there were so many clues that not a lot of people were surprised by what happened, but still surprised enough with how it came to be. 

Adverbs. I’ve had people tell me I’m using too many adverbs, and yeah, I can see that. Sometimes you can replace that word with a strong verb, but sometimes you can’t. It’s okay to have adverbs, just try not to have too much. Like, I’ve used “he shrugged nonchalantly.” Technically (adverb haha) shrugging is already pretty nonchalant. I didn’t need to add that last part. Another example would be ‘he said softly’. I can replace that with ‘he whispered’. However, sometimes there’s not a way to get rid of that adverb without making your sentence too long and too clunky. I think it’s impossible to get rid of all adverbs, but that might just be me. If someone’s able to write an interesting story with using absolutely (adverb haha) none, more power to them. That’s not me. I’ve heard the goal is to have 5 or so percent of your story be adverbs and no more. If you can get down to that, great. If not, don’t beat yourself up. As long as you don’t use them too loosely (adverb haha) I think it’ll be okay. 

Try not to use the same verb in one sentence/paragraph more than once. If I used the word ‘look’, I’m going to try to use another word when I need to say ‘look’ again. I’ll use words like searched, glanced, eyes flitted, etc. I’m not saying it’ll be bad if you use the same verb more than once, but for me, it breaks me out of the story when I see the same verb being used too much. 

Show not tell. This is a tricky one, because sometimes it’s better to just tell us instead of show us. I usually (adverb haha) turn some ‘tells’ into ‘shows’ when I’m in the editing phase. Showing is better for your imagination, but if you ‘show’ us too much it might just be a lot of details that you don’t need. I’m still trying to find the happy medium for this concept, but there’s a lot of advice out there for how to show and not tell, or when it’s the best time to use either. 

Details. Okay, so this is more of a personal opinion of mine. I don’t care too much about what someone wears or what their house looks like, etc. It’s good to get a vague idea if it’s needed, but if it’s not, don’t bother with it. I don’t need to know what the character is wearing every single chapter/day. As long as they’re wearing clothes I’m good. If it’s specific to the plot that’s another story, but if the character is just going grocery shopping I don’t need to know that she wore her American Eagle jeans and brought her Coach purse and wore her Oakley sunglasses. I also don’t need details like that either unless it needs to be said. Honestly? I kinda zone out if there’s too much detail about a room/weather/clothes, etc. I don’t need a lot of details because then I have to think too much while reading and I get stuck on those parts trying to imagine it and it limits what I can freely (adverb haha) imagine in my head. Like if I said she was wearing a black dress and ended it there, you can imagine it however you want. I can add some details of course, like it was above the knee or strapless, maybe even that it had lace, but I personally (adverb haha) don’t care about every detail of the dress because I just want to read the story. 

When editing, I suggest this simple trick. Change the size and font of your chapter, then go through and edit it. You’ll be more focused on trying to read it because your brain won’t be able to skip right over stuff even though you know what’s going to happen next. I’ve caught so many mistakes this way, most of them being simple ones too. I always write in ‘Calibri’ size ‘11′, but when I edit and proofread I do ‘Times New Roman’ and size ‘13′. It’s easy and it helps.  

Please please please use proper punctuation and capitalization. I know some people like to write their entire story/chapter in lower case, but it’s a pain (for me) to read. Some people may love that, but I would much rather read something where everything’s how it’s supposed to be. If you want to write in lower case, have at it. It’s your story, and that’s your choice. I’m just saying I wouldn’t suggest it. 

Let your readers know if you accept constructive criticism or not. I do, and I let people know that I do. Some people don’t, and that’s fine. Just make sure you make a note of it so no one tries to give you suggestions. Honestly, (adverb haha) it’s probably (adverb haha- Okay, that’s the last one I’ll point out, just wanted to show how often adverbs get used.) going to happen anyways. Some people don’t listen or don’t even read author’s notes, so if it happens then ignore it unless you decide you want to give what they said a shot. 

If you do take constructive criticism, know that you don’t have to listen to all of it. It’s good to think about every suggestion, but you aren’t obligated to follow it. I’ve had people tell me the pacing is too fast or too slow, and I’ll think about it, but then I’ll decide for myself what I think. (Or I’ll ask a trusted friend what their opinion is and go from there) Some advice you get will hinder your writing, but some will enhance it. If you get a beta that’s cool too. But realize that if you go that route you’ll be working with their schedule too, so keep that in mind before getting a beta. 

Speaking of schedules, I do not suggest making an updating schedule. I’ve had countless people ask me what my updating schedule is, but it’s not gonna make me change my mind. Making an updating schedule adds stress. Some stress is good, but too much is damaging. If you already have a decent amount of chapters stored up then first of all, good for you, second of all, then it’s okay to make a short updating schedule. Like say, “I’ll be updating every Saturday for five weeks, then we’ll see how it goes” or something like that, but don’t commit to an updating schedule unless you want the added stress. As a reader I would love if every story had an updating schedule and stuck with it, but as a writer I know how hard that is. The only times I’ve ever been able to keep up with an updating schedule is when I wrote the story in advance and had it finished before I even posted chapter one. That’s the only time for me. If you’re able to make an updating schedule and stick with it then you deserve a lot of kudos! I can’t do it, so I don’t suggest it, but if you’re up to the challenge then by all means, go for it. It’s your story after all. 

Setting goals. Setting goals is a powerful tool to use. It can help you stay on track and you can feel better when you meet those goals, but also remember not to beat yourself up if you don’t make it. Your goals don’t define you. Sometimes we meet the goals on time, sometimes we finish them early, and sometimes we’re days/weeks/months/years late. That’s okay. It’s not a race. Just because you don’t make a goal doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. Just take a moment to reflect on it, then get right back to it. I haven’t reached a lot of my goals when it comes to writing (and in real life) but that doesn’t mean I’m a failure. Just keep on moving forward, even if it’s not at the pace you’d like to see yourself at. 

Research. It can help so much! Make sure the source is good of course. Some websites are full of shit, but some are rich in knowledge. I’ve used the internet, real life experiences, and talking with people as research before. (I mean hell, I drank boiled rain water just to see how it would taste/feel like for a story) If you’re writing about mental hospitals, do a lot of research! If you’re writing about a couple having dinner at home and one of them is cooking and you say they put the raw 10lb ham in the oven then thirty minutes later it was done, that’s not gonna fly. They’re gonna get sick and then you’ll have to write about their hospital visit. Make sure you do your research! It can help!

Trigger warnings. If your story has some triggering content, put a warning. It’s not fair to put a warning at the end of the chapter, after someone’s already read the chapter. I know it can spoil what happens, but come on! Some things need warnings. If there’s suicidal thoughts or any type of abuse, let us know in advance so we can either prepare ourselves or leave the story. Or sometimes the person will skim it to get past that part. Just put a warning. It’s better for everyone in the long run. 

Speaking of people leaving the story, let them go. If someone chooses they don’t want to read anymore, don’t try to guilt them into staying. We all have such a limited time in this life. Don’t force someone to keep reading if they really don’t want to. On the same note, if you’re reading a story and decide you don’t want to read it anymore, don’t tell the author, or if you do, be gentle about it. It can be discouraging to hear someone leaving, so be kind about it or don’t say anything at all, especially if you haven’t been commenting on the other chapters. 

Also, it’s better to prepare for low feedback. That way if you get a lot it’s great, but if it’s a little it’s not as bad. I say that, but even I don’t 100% believe that. I’ve had some stories get less feedback than others and it is discouraging. There’s really no way around that, at least that I’ve found. I like to ask questions at the end of my chapters to engage the readers and hopefully get more responses, or… you could use cliffhangers. As a reader, I hate getting to cliffhangers, especially if the next chapter isn’t posted yet, but hey, it’s a good way to get reviews. Another thing I’ve noticed (not saying you have to do it at all, just something I’ve observed while posting) I get more reviews for angstier chapters than fluffy ones. Dunno if there’s a pattern there, but it’s something I’ve seen. Not suggesting you should write angsty stuff if you don’t want to, just mentioning it. Thought it was kinda funny, everyone kept demanding more fluff, then when I gave it to them half the people stopped reviewing? 

Dialogue! Now, this is tricky. You don’t want person A and person B to sound the same, so you need to give them some personality. For my characters that like literature more, I’ll have them say stuff like, “I should have gone sooner before they closed.” Or I’ll shorthand it and have them say, “I should’ve gone sooner before they closed.” But for characters that are more laid back, I’ll do stuff like, “Man, I shoulda gone before they closed.” Or someone saying ‘Kinda’ and another person saying ‘Kind of’. I observe how people talk and try to mimic that. Also, not every sentence has to be full. Sometimes in real life I’ll say stuff like, “Tired. Been working more hours than normal.” That’s more realistic than me saying, “I’m tired. I’ve been working more hours than normal.” Now, for some people the second one is realistic, for me it’s the first option. Know your characters and how they speak, it’ll help out a lot. 

Also, observe people in general. You can draw inspiration from normal conversations around you. You can also pick up certain mannerisms. Little details like ‘He played with the ends of his scarf when he was nervous’ or ‘His fist clenched as he listened to what she had to say’. Just small things like that help set a scene without adding too much detail. Plus, it helps break up dialogue. Too much dialogue without anything else happening can be bland. Also, too much narrative without any action/dialogue can be bland too. It’s all about finding that happy balance. 

I’ve heard that there’s no such thing as writer’s block, and I kinda believe it. The theory was if you hit a writer’s block what you actually did was write yourself into a corner that you can’t get out of. To fix it you need to go back and change the path. This could be going back a few sentences or paragraphs, sometimes half or more of a chapter. I hate to admit it, but when I hit a writer’s block I try that trick and it helps. I end up changing the path of the scene and it works out better. I’ve had to sacrifice so many words/time because of it, but hey, I progressed the story in the end, so that’s something. If you can work past that writer’s block without changing the path, that’s awesome, I’m just saying what’s worked for me before. 

Don’t update too often. I know that might sound weird, but it’s helpful. Give your readers time to build up anticipation, let them think about what they read and process it. It will also give more people time to review. Too often I’ve seen people read through all the chapters and only review the most current chapter. I understand why people do it, but it would be awesome if they reviewed every chapter. I’m not saying they have to, but I am saying you have better odds of getting more reviews if you wait a little bit before posting. It’ll also give you more time to work on the next chapter after that to build up a little stockpile of chapters. If you can help it, try not to update within a week. I think a week is a good amount of time to wait between chapters if you already have the next one finished. 

On that same note, don’t feel bad if it’s been longer since your last update. Real life happens. Sometimes documents get deleted on accident, sometimes you get scheduled more often at work and can’t write as much, or sometimes something happens that takes up all of your time. Don’t feel bad about not updating as often as you wanted to. Sure your readers will want an update, some might even demand one, but it’s your story and your life. Take care of yourself before attending to your reader’s needs. Real life comes first, you come first. End of story. Most websites have a ‘follow story’ option or something like it. If they want to read that badly they’ll subscribe or follow and wait for the updates. I know some people don’t have accounts, but if they’re interested in your story enough they’ll check on it periodically to see if there’s an update. Just focus on you first before your story/readers.

Write based on experiences. If you’ve hurt from laughing so hard, draw off those experiences if you’re making a character do that. If you’ve cried yourself to sleep, write based on that. Emotions are powerful things and sometimes hard to nail down, but if you write off your own emotions it can bring a scene to life. So next time you’re exhausted after a long day at work, thing about how your muscles feel, how your mind feels. Next time you hear/see something confusing, think about how your face changes. You can also write off other people’s experiences too. That goes along with the whole ‘observe people’ thing. Just write how it would feel, and it should start coming together better. 

Here’s something that helps. Wait a few days after finishing a chapter before editing it. It will give you time to forget some parts of your story and help you read it with fresher eyes. You can catch more mistakes that way and see how it would flow better if you change some scenes around. I use that trick and it definitely helps. 

Find a good place to write. My best writing happens when I’m on the couch, surrounded by throw blankets with two or more waters ready on my end table. Yours might be different, but whatever it is, try to find the best way for your to write. I personally can’t have any noise going on, some people have playlists they use for certain stories. Whatever works for you, do it!

There’s so much writing advice out there, I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface. There’s stuff on keeping a character in character, how to write well developed relationships, how to build suspense, so much stuff. I have a sideblog where I reblog writing advice. Some helps, some I keep around just in case one day I could use it. It’s @fairytailandchill if you wanna check it out. There’s not a lot there, but it’s something to start with. 

If anyone else knows a helpful trick, please mention it. Once again, I don’t claim to know all. I can only tell you what has and hasn’t worked for me. I can tell you the best advice though. 

Have fun. Writing shouldn’t feel like a chore or homework. It’s something we do for fun. Sometimes we have to take a step back when it’s becoming too stressful, and that’s okay. Just make sure you’re having fun while you’re writing. It’s the best way to keep writing. Thank you for your ask. I hope this was helpful. :) Congratulations on wanting to write! I sincerely hope it makes you happy!

(Also, sorry if there’s any typos in here. I’m ironically not going to proofread this because I’m tired as fuck and need to go proofread my actual story lol)


(part 3 of jace being a m a z e d by simon lewis)

The seats in the meeting room are uncomfortable. The atmosphere of distrust and suspicion is even more uncomfortable, but Jace is use to that.

He’s close to falling asleep. He’s not even that tired, but the endless verbal tennis match that’s taking place is more effective than a lullaby. It’s always the same. The Clave says something that they’ve been repeating for years, a Downworlder representative proposes a logical alternative, and both groups dissolve into quiet frustration when they fail to agree.

Jace glances to his left at Izzy, who is scrolling through Pinterest underneath the table. Alec is sitting across the room beside Magnus, the traitor, but looks just as bored as always. And when Jace sweeps his gaze over to the right, he sees a pair of bright eyes that stand out in the crowd of drooping eyelids.

Simon looks ridiculously enthralled. He’s sitting upright, chin propped on his hand, his eyes going back and forth between the two main tables as the parties continue to battle. If Clary weren’t between them, Jace would nudge Simon and outright ask him what business he has being so entertained by something so numbingly boring.

But Clary is there, so he texts Simon to ask what business he has being so entertained by something so numbingly boring.

He watches Simon visibly startle from what must be his phone buzzing. He produces it from his pocket after a moment and gives Jace an incredulous look after reading the message.

Simon’s fingers move across the screen for a few moments before his head snaps up and he nearly jumps out of his chair. The sudden movement startles Clary, who was probably on the cusp of sleep.

“What’s he doing?” She mumbles, alarm seeping into her features as she wakes up fully and realizes that Simon is standing and the entire room is turning to face him.

“I don’t know.” Jace whispers, looking over at Izzy, who looks just as perplexed. “They must’ve said something–”

“With all due respect,” Simon says in a voice that indicates his actual lack of respect, “that claim is wildly untrue and offensive. The request being made is totally reasonable and if that’s your only reason as to why you can’t comply, I suggest that you reconsider.”

Jace is a little bit stunned. No one speaks to the Clave like Simon is now, and the room’s sudden tense atmosphere proves that everyone is thinking the exact same thing.

The only person who appears unbothered by this disruption is Raphael. He’s sitting at the Night Childrens’ representative table with a look of calm curiosity, his head cocked slightly to the side.

“Would you care to expand on that?” He asks Simon before the Consul can move to shut Simon up.

“Asking for extra measures by the Clave to purify the blood they provide us is extremely reasonable.” Simon says defensively. He looks a little unsure now as he scans the room of people who are all staring at him, mostly with Shadowhunter-specific judgement. Nevertheless, he continues. “And for the Clave to suggest that vampires primarily get their blood by stealing from hospitals is extremely offensive. They’re acting like we’re selfish monsters stealing from sick people, and because of that they don’t have to provide us with blood that won’t fu–freaking poison us.”

Raphael doesn’t even wince at the nearly dropped f-bomb like everyone else does. Instead, he turns to the Clave and their outraged expressions. “I would like you to take into consideration what Simon Lewis is expressing.”

“He is not a representative of the Night Children.” Someone from the Shadowhunter table complains.

“Right, let me rephrase.” Raphael clears his throat. “As a representative of the Night Children, I would like you to take into consideration what Simon Lewis is expressing.”

“Every observer of this meeting that is not a member of their representing board is required to remain silent.” The Consul interrupts before anymore bickering can continue. “As he has failed to adhere to that rule, Simon Lewis must be removed from this discussion.”

Dissent erupts. Raphael argues, just as calmly as before if not a little more agitated, for Simon to stay. Magnus vocalizes his anger right along with multiple other Downworlders that may not even know Simon, but the Shadowhunters continue to make their way to Simon.

He looks resigned. He doesn’t struggle as two men take him by the arms, a little too roughly for Jace’s liking, and pull him down the aisle and toward the door.

Jace, for some reason, stands up. “With respect to the Clave, I request that Simon Lewis stay in the meeting.”

Silence falls almost immediately. The Downworlders who were previously arguing are now silent, either to hear what Jace has to say or because they’re shocked that he’s even bothering to say anything.

“He spoke out of turn, Jace Wayland.” The Consul says. “Just as you are right now.”

“That’s just an excuse for you to ignore his point!” Jace snaps. He can feel Alec’s eyes burning holes into the side of his face, begging for him to shut up. He can feel Isabelle’s hand tight around his wrist, trying to pull him into his seat. But most importantly, he can feel a sudden sense of bravery. A sudden swell in his chest that’s forcing adrenaline and righteous anger to push the words out. “If a Shadowhunter spoke out of turn, you wouldn’t throw them out. You wouldn’t ignore a logical point that they were making. Do you have an answer for Simon’s question, or are you throwing him out because you know he’s right?”

“Wayland, this is your final warning.”

“Why didn’t Simon get any warnings?” Jace spits as a tug on his arm indicates that his time is up. He’s yanked down the aisle, his feet stumbling to stay upright as he’s dragged out. “He’s right and you know he is! Raphael let him speak because the representatives always have to bite their tongues or else they’ll have them cut off! Simon was kicked out for being brave and you know that!”

The door opens with a loud groan and he’s pushed backwards into the hall. A wave of murmuring and discussion erupts when he stops yelling, still audible even as the door slams in his face.

“How often do they do this?”

Jace turns to see Simon sitting on one of the many stone benches that lines the hall. He’s eyeing Jace with quiet curiosity, his lips pressing together like he can barely contain the urge to ask what happened.

“Not often.” Jace sighs as he moves to sit beside Simon. “Only when someone is brave enough to tell them they’re wrong.”

“I don’t know what came over me.” Simon muses. “But you know how you asked what I found so interesting? It was the lying. It just fucking like, astounds me how many lies the Clave casually drops into everything they say. And how every Downworlder looks like they’re dying to say something, but they know that their place in the representatives will be revoked. So I figured I should try it.”

Jace’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He grabs it and reads a text sent by Izzy, which asks if Simon is worth the verbal beating he’s going to get in a half hour.

Jace doesn’t answer the text, but in his head he thinks, yes. Worth every word.

So… this feels really, really overwhelming for me after writing Janna for years, under different names with a lot of development, and I never thought that this OC of mine would actually.. ending up even more popular than the canon male characters I used to write? It really means a lot to me, after having friends tell me years ago they just don’t care to hear about my OC, and I still often wonder whether people do care and… I am so grateful for all of you. For the people sending memes, liking and reblogging posts, the people talking ooc to me, the people I thread with - I have been on this blog for longer than I managed to keep any other, and there are many people who already left behind their blogs, people I do miss, but there are also so many new friends I made along the way so… Here, if you want to see a small part of the people who make my stay here so great… Under the cut with absolutely no claims to being complete because I ALWAYS forget people!

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anonymous asked:

Your tags on your last post intrigued me. What's your analysis of yoonjin's relationship?

Going under a cut because I already know this is going to be a monster post……. of word vomit.

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About Himchan and Jonghyun’s situation

I just wanted to write a little something because I’m really upset about this.

So, just to remind or tell some people who still don’t know about this, Jonghyun form CNBLUE, a old friend of Himchan, in a video, told himchan “Lose weight, Lose weight!”. 

Some people (like me) are really mad about this and some other are saying “It’s a joke! They are friends!”.

Just let me get this straight: those kind of hurtful jokes are not okay, regardless of who says it. Especially in Himchan’s case! We KNOW he has a eating disorder and have been struggling with his weight for a very long time! 

Not even one month ago, Himchan was at this hospital for a stress fracture because of his sudden weight loss. And still, people didn’t learn and tells him to lose weight. What if someday he does too far? He was already hurt because of this, I don’t want to know what could happen next. I just want him to be heathly. remember Badman era? He was so thin, it’s scary. Now he is at his healthly weight and people wants him to lose more weight. Do you realize how dangerous it can be? Especially in his case where he is often dancing, practising, etc. 

I had a friend who was always moking me, saying hurtful things. As a joke of course. Those comments were even about something that I was struggling with (like wieght or skin color, etc). But does that mean I was okay with it? Does that mean it didn’t hurt me? No. I was deeply hurt by this until I had enough and cut ties with her. Best decision I have ever made. 

I just hope that his friends will stop saying that.

I miss her [Part 15/...]

Originally posted by bovaria

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 1123
Warning: reader is crying. Bucky is a caring bf!

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.


Two weeks later.

It’s been tough for [Y/N]. When she found out that she was a former assassin, the world began to stop turning. Nothing made sense anymore but Bucky was there to help her. To ease the pain [Y/N] felt when she thought about all the people she killed many years ago. The others were trying to make everything as comfortable as they could. First Tony suggested [Y/N] should stay at home when the other would go on missions but she insisted to go with them even though Bucky didn’t like the idea. He wanted [Y/N] to be safe so nothing would happen to her.

There were people looking for them. Some who wanted them dead or wanted to control them like HYDRA did once. Nemesis knew that the Winter Soldier and Silver could kill the Avengers. At least they thought so.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to go on a mission?” Bucky followed [Y/N] through the bedroom like a lost puppy when she was looking for her gear. Normally [Y/N] wore a suit similar to Natasha’s but it was navy blue. A holster was strapped to her thigh where she plugged her knife in. On her hips she normally wore a belt with two of her guns strapped to it.

“Yes, I think it is but I also know that you don’t like this idea” [Y/N] turned around to Bucky who looked down at her and pouted “Honey, you should stay here. With me. I know you don’t think so but…I don’t think you’re ready to go on a mission. What if these Nemesis guys are waiting for you? Anything could happen and I don’t want you to get kidnap or worse, doll”

“Then come with us and protect me if you’re afraid that something could happen to me” [Y/N] smiled softly and put her hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on hers “Oh doll, you’re killing me. Fine, I’ll go with you. Just let me get my gear and then we go down to the others. Come on”

He gave [Y/N] a quick peck on the lips and smiled before Bucky went to their wardrobe where they kept their gear. It took them less then ten minutes to get ready and so the couple took the elevator to the second floor where the others where already waiting in the common room.

“Wait, Mr and Mrs Frosty are coming with us?” Sam asked as they came in and sat down on the couch “Bucky decided to come with us because I wanted to go as well” [Y/N] smiled at the others who looked at each other. Tony scratched his neck and closed his eyes before he spoke up “[Y/N], do you think it’s-”

“A good idea? Yeah, I think it is. I had the same conversation with Bucky and he didn’t want it as well but I convinced him and now we want to go on the mission” [Y/N] folded her arms in front of her chest and gave Tony a serious look. Hardly audible the scientist sighed “When something happens, don’t get angry. We warned you two”

Pleased [Y/N] smiled and took Bucky’s hand as she stood up and pulled him with her to the jet that was waiting outside for the others. Steve gave Tony a worried look before he followed his friends outside.

“Keep an eye on them” Tony looked back to Natasha who nodded “Sure. But I think they’re old enough to protect themselves. I mean they’re a few years older than us” The assassin winked at him and left grinning.

The jet was packed with the whole team. Bruce would stay behind like always. Only when it would be to dangerous, the others would call for him. Since Sokovia, it never happened again.

Bucky watched [Y/N] as she stored her stuff next to his and sat down in one of the chairs which where on the sides of the jet. She looked up at him “Stop being so worried. Nothing will happen. And if anyone tries to step out of the line, he will get frozen”

“Frozen?” Bucky’s eyes went wide when he saw the little blue flame that came out of [Y/N]’s hand. Steve noticed his best friend’s amazement and his gaze went back to [Y/N] who smiled “You never told him? [Y/N] got those powers when Stark did experiments on her while I was frozen and you were…you know…I thought, you had already told him all that stuff”

“No I didn’t” [Y/N] mumbled and looked down in her lap when Bucky squatted down and lifted her chin with his hand “I thought we would tell each other everything. Why did you let Howard do those things to you? You could have died, sweetheart. You should be more careful with your life. There are people who care, you know? Even if you don’t know that”

“But you weren’t there. And neither was Steve. You left me alone. Do you know how often I laid in my bed and wished that I was dead so I could be with you. I went through every possible scenario in my head and thought about what could have happened. They only told me that you were killed while you were on a mission but no one ever told me what happened. If you got killed by someone or were dead because of an accident…They said nothing, Bucky” Tears were streaming down her cheeks when she told him about her old life. How painful it was.

The rest of the team backed away so the couple could have some privacy even though the jet wasn’t that huge.

“I’m sorry” Bucky closed his eyes before he pulled her in for a hug and held her close to his chest while he whispered to her softly “I never wanted to leave you, doll. You were my only reason to come back home. And now we got another chance and we should be careful so we don’t lose each other again. So please, promise me that you will stay by my side on the whole mission, no matter what. Can you do this for me?”

He noticed how [Y/N] nodded and smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead “I love you so much, doll. I will never let you go. We belong together, right?”

“You won’t get rid of me, believe me, honey” [Y/N] smiled when she pulled away and wiped her tears from her cheeks. He chuckled “Good because I still need this girl here”

The pain was forgotten for these few minutes but the whole team didn’t know what was waiting for them.

Part 16

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A Lanayru Sunset

Author: Lizziebearfanfiction (Me)
Rating: T/M (Language, Mild Sexual Content)
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Link x Sidon


Sidon hadn’t been around the last few times he visited the Lanayru region – off on business, as he was the newly appointed ambassador for the Zora, now that Zelda had restored the castle and taken her place on the throne. They seemed always to switch places, Sidon and Link. When one was at the castle, the other was at the sea, thinking of him.

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Bad Metaphors

Warnings: constant mentions of self-harm, depression, etc.

A/n: the title pretty much summarises the fic v well ngl 

Sometimes Dan wakes up and there are marks on his arms that he doesn’t remember putting there.

Sometimes there are words, little poems, even. They often don’t make any sense, just mad, usually drunk ramblings of a mad man falling in and out of depression faster than he can change clothes.

Other times there are drawings. Usually they’re just little pictures, drawn shakily with his left hand onto his right arm, depicting people and shapes and objects and sometimes just scribbles. Occasionally they’re more intricate, their details spanning the whole length of his arm and covering every patch of his skin with marker that he and Phil will spend hours scrubbing off in the morning.

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