doubletroubletumbling  asked:

Who at CHB would dress up like a clown for Halloween and try and scare as many people as possible? (My votes on Nico or Percy)

Nico dresses up for Halloween but only like, really casually. He spends most of October preparing costumes and nobody can really figure out why he’s making so many. Maybe he’s doing his friends a favour? Maybe he keeps changing his mind? Fast forward to October 31st and Nico turns up to the demigod Halloween party wearing normal, mundane clothes which is disappointing to say the least. He could have at LEAST made an effort, points out Jason. Queue 50 odd skeletons dressed in an assortment of different costumes claw their way out the ground, much to the terror of everyone (Except Will, who is glaring at Nico from across the room)

Extra: Clarisse dresses up as Aragog from Harry Potter and Percy spots her before Annabeth. He spends most of the party awkwardly rotating around Annabeth to try distract her so she doesn’t see.

Day 30- Inspired By A Tutorial

When Mr. Oogie boogie says
There’s trouble close at hand
You’d better pay attention now
‘Cause I’m the boogie Man.

Colors Used:

Sinful Colors- Pistache, Mint Tropics, Chalk It Up, Snow Me White

Cirque Colors- Memento Mori

Essence White Stamping Polish

Butter London Matte Finish Top Coat

Bundle Monster Stamping Plate BM-413

Tutorial by Nail Talez

Hello, baby. Part 13

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


I kiss him and thenI let out a sigh, “Well, my mom was beautiful from what I remember. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. I remember her voice being so soft and gentle. As for my dad, well he wasn’t much of anything.” I look at him and he still has his eyes on me.
“He was a drunk and in some deep trouble with drugs. He would make me go on runs with him because he figured people wouldn’t shoot at a little girl. When I was 11 I, I actually killed someone to protect him, I still don’t know why. He was never happy, no matter what. He was really violent. I remember my mom never tried to stick up for herself, she would just take it so I wouldn’t have to, but she killed herself when I was 8. I started to become her, i took her place.” He squeezes my hand letting me know he’s still there.
“I realized why my mom always had a full face of makeup around me, it was to cover the bruises. I had to start doing the same. I was heading down the same path as my mom. So, I moved out when I was 17. I didn’t want to end up like her, or like him. He died a couple years ago and it felt like I could breath again.” I let out a deep breath.
I haven’t had to recall those memories for a long time. They still feel like fresh wounds. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
I give him a forced smile.
A few silent moments fall between us.
He lets out a sigh to break it, “I don’t remember much of mine. I don’t remember a mom or dad, or where I grew up. The last date I remember is, well I don’t really remember it, I just sort of have pictures that flash through my head. It was when I was a teenager I think, I was standing there, smiling. That’s it. Nothing else was happening in the picture.” He has his head resting back on the couch.
“I started getting into the crime world and I was good at it, so good at it darling. Still am.” He smiles at me.
“Things went wrong when the Bat showed up. The first time we met he thought he killed me, but he just turned me into a better version of myself. See, my skin wasn’t always this white and my hair wasn’t always green.” He laughs and I give him a smile.
“Falling into a chemical bath, well that might change your looks a little bit.” I look at his skin and his face and can’t imagine him looking and different.
“I came back and I was better than ever baby. I showed up and created the mayhem I desired. You know how strong my desires can be darling.” He runs his finger down my bottom lip.
“I did get caught once more, an asylum this time. A chemical bath and electric shock therapy, that does things to ya baby, and that’s how I became what I am today doll.”
He’s looking straight in my eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“Not in a million years.” I pull him down to kiss me.

I can feel him smile as we kiss and is cause me to laugh a little bit. 

 “What time is it?” I mumble as our lips are still attached. 

He pulls away and his bright eyes are staring deep into mine “It’s morning.” He kisses me again.
I look up at a window and see the sunrise, “Well Mr. J.” I stand up and stretch, “That was a lovely first date, but I must get home.”
I laugh and take one step, he pulls me by the waist and I land on his lap, I start laughing. 

“I’m pretty sure you needed to be punished for God knows what you did earlier,” he bites the back of my neck. 

Originally posted by danielteleki

I get up and his hands fall to his side, I face towards him and straddle him on the couch, he growls. “Now, Mr. J, you can’t punish me for something you don’t know if I did or not.” I kiss him slowly, “but I’ll let you get away with it, just this one time.” I lean close to his ear and give it a soft bite, he grips my ass and groans. 
He picks me up and tosses me on the couch, he rips off my clothes “I think I have waited long enough for dessert.”

“J! People are going to be waking up and coming in here! Can we at least go to…”

His mouth covers mine, “Darling, if you keep talking I really will punish you.” He finishes undressing me.

I start laughing because i’m nervous that someone will see us, but I know he doesn’t care. ‘I’m sure they will hear and just not come out here, right?’

He flips me over and has me bent over the back of the couch and my knees are on the cushions, I am still laughing because I can’t believe this is happening. 
J spanks me, hard. I let out a small scream.
“What the hell J! That was really hard!” I laugh towards the end of my sentence. 

“You must of forgot doll.” He grabs my hair and pulls it, by back arches and my ass sticks out toward him more, “I get to punish you, remember? You were the one that asked for this baby.” He pulls harder and a moan escapes my mouth. 
“Thats right.” His voice is low I can barley hear him.

I feel his dick between my legs, as if I wasn’t already wet. He pushes himself against me and I wiggle myself back, he slaps my ass again, harder.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath and bring myself back to the position he wants me in. 
“You do as I say. Ok baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” I reply and don’t say another word.

“Now, play with yourself.” He commands

I do as i’m told, he is still pulling my hair and it gets me even more turned on. I moan his name as rub my clit. I hear him growl from behind me.

He releases my hair and my head falls forward, he positions himself and slowly slides himself in me, I can hear him groan and it forces me to let out a moan myself. He picks up his pace and one hand is pulling my hair back while the other is holding my hips in place as his thrusts get harder. 
My moans and screams and loud and I cant stop them, I can feel the orgasm approach.
He pulls out.
I let out a loud scream and wait a second. 
“The fuck J!” He still has my hair in his hand so I cant turn to look at him.

“This is your fault darling.” He rams himself back in me and I scream his name.

Im getting close again and my knuckles are white from gripping the couch, he spanks me again and it only brings me closer this time.
He pulls out again.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream out, my breathing rigid.

“Oh my, the princess has a filthy mouth when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
He goes back to fucking me again, he goes slow. The sensation causes my legs to shake. He lets go of my hair and has both hands on my hips, holding them up. He keeps the pace steady.

“Darling you are fucking fantastic, do you know that?” his voice is low, almost a whisper. 
His words send a chill down my spine.
His pace picks up and my back arches again, I cant take this much longer.
I am biting my lip scared to make a noise, the fear that he might not let me cum again.

He is grunting and moaning himself, i know he’s close. I meet his rhythm.
I scream out “Daddy!” and we only last seconds after. 

I fall onto the couch, my body feels extremely weak. He leans over and kisses me.

“Don’t fuck with me again, princess. It will only get worse and trust me, I don’t mind.” He smiles at me. I can’t even answer, i just nod my head and close my eyes.

He puts his pants back on and wraps a blanket around me, “You might want to get upstairs darling.” 
I forgot other people were here, but my legs are weak.

“J, I honestly can not move.” I laugh and he joins.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, he places me in my side of the bed and covers me with the silk sheets. 
I fall asleep quick.


I wake up, my body still wants sleep but my stomach is screaming for food. The sun is shining bright through the windows.
I throw on a shirt and some shorts and head downstairs. 
I open the bedroom door and I can hear J yelling in his office, I decide to avoid whatever situation is going on in there. 
Jackie has the house smelling delicious.
French toast today, I make myself a plate and sit at the table alone. 
J’s screams are muffled from the door but I don’t hear anyone else. Then again, who would actually raise their voice at him other than me. I smile at myself.
I eat the entire plate, I wash the dishes and then go sit on the couch and turn the T.V on.
 
Gunshots, like a machine gun. My first instinct is to run to J.
I run upstairs and I hunch down by the door, waiting to hear anything. I don’t know who is in there, my heart is pounding, I swear they could hear it on the other side of the door. 

The door slams open, I fall backwards on my back.

“What are you doing Kat?!” Its Lucas, he looks mad.

“I heard all, i heard the gunshots, I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok?” My voice is shaky. 

“Do you know how mad he will be if he sees you this close to all this? Go! Now! Run to the bedroom!” Hes whispering but I feel the urgency in his voice.

I stumble getting up but I run to the bedroom and close the door lightly. I stand there catching my breath. I get myself together and open the door.

“Good morning! Whats with all the noise?” I smile as I walk out of our room.

J just walked out of his office, “Just some business that needed to be taken care of darling. Nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile and I cant help but smile back. “I have a surprise for you tonight, we will be leaving shortly doll. Nothing too fancy.” He winks at me. 

“A surprise?” I squeal.

“Yes darling, go get ready while daddy cleans this up.” He gives me that smile again, my knees feel weak. ‘Will I ever get used to that? To him?’

I go back to the bedroom, I throw off my clothes and raid through the closet. I pick out a black t-shirt and some jean shorts that I know will drive J mad. I pull out some purple ankle books that have a good size heel to them. They make my legs look long and that confident feeling comes flooding over me. 

J walks into the bedroom, he looks irritated, i ignore it.
He goes to the closet and changes into a white shirt and more low jeans.
‘Do you even know what those low jeans do to me J?’ I smile at him and at my thoughts.

“You ready doll? We have a detour to make.” He is at the bedroom door, holding it open. 

I walk over to him, “You look nice too baby.” and walk right by him, down the stairs and straight out the front door. 

He meets me outside, and wraps his hands around my waist, “You have my full attention darling.” He kisses behind my ear.
He’s forgiven.

He opens the car door for me and we get in the back, Jay and Lucas are with us as well as a car full of guards behind us.

“Whats the detour?” I ask looking at the car behind us.

“Work baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll be in and out.” he winks at me and i give him a small laugh.

The drive took about 20 minutes. We come to a stop and its in front of  a building that is well lit. There are huge windows all around it. it looks like it used to be an storage unit of some kind. Im sure its still a storage but for very different things now.


J open the car door and gets out and I scoot towards the door, “Oh no, no, no. You are going to stay here doll. I am going to have 2 guards on either side of you, ok?”

“I, I have to wait here? While you go in there?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll be back quick. Ok? Vic and Sam will be outside the car till I get back.”

“Come back to me J.” I pull at him to kiss me, he does.

“Every time doll.” He smiles and walks away.

Sam and Vic are very huge men, I feel pretty safe. 
Vic is on the left side of the car, his body tilted toward the building with a gun drawn. Sam is on the right side, he is facing the street and he has his gun drawn with a light on it. 
We sit, and we wait.

It doesn’t take long before my ears are ringing from the sound of a gunshot.
I can’t move.

Originally posted by weaponslover


Another shot, blood is all over the left side of the car, Vic slides down the car.
I can’t move, I can’t scream.
Sam opens the door and pulls me down so I am laying on the seat. He stands back up and starts firing at one of the windows, i hear a man fall and hit the cement below him.

“Miss, you need to stay awake. Do you know where you are?” His hand is on my face and he is making eye contact with me but I can’t say anything.
He reaches for his phone and hits one button, “She’s hit. Vics down.” 

Seconds pass and J is next to me, he puts my head on his lap, “Hospital fucking now!” He yells at Jay and Lucas.
“Fuck!” he keeps screaming over and over. His voice sounds painful.

I reach my hand down under my shirt to my lower stomach and lift it up to my face, its covered in blood.
I still can’t feel anything. I grab onto Js arm as tight as I can, I can’t concentrate on what has happened. My mind hasn’t wrapped myself around it.

He lets out a painful grunt when he sees my hand covered in blood, “Im fucking sorry Kat. I fucked up. Im, I can’t.” 

I cant even enjoy the fact that he said sorry just now. 
J pushes the car door open before we even come to a complete stop at the hospital. He tries to be as gentle but as quick as he can getting me out of the car.
He carries me inside and there are 4 of his men behind him.

“I need the fucking doctor!” He screams when we walk in. 
Everyone stands in fear of The Joker.
Lucas let off 3 shots, “The doctor. Now!” 

Nurses scramble, and a doctor comes forward. He is sweaty and you can smell the nervous feeling on him.
“Ye-Yes Joker?” He stands a few feet away.

“Fix her, save her.” J walks up to the doctor. “She’s shot, lower abdomen. If she dies, so do you.”

Fo-follow me.” He walks J and his men back to an emergency room. “Set her down here.” 

J lays me down, my eyes are heavy, its hard to breath, and i am freezing.
“Im right here baby girl, everything is going to be fine.” 

I try to smile at him. I don’t even know if my face actually moved.

The doctor cuts off my shirt, “I-I uh need to get to that side of her Sir.”
J was knelt down my the wound, he snarls at the doctor but moves to the other side, he grabs my hand, I have no energy to grab his back.

“I need 2 nurses, their names are Hannah and Gloria, I need extra hands.” The doctor looks at J.

“Go get them Lucas.” J doesn’t stop looking at my face. 

Lucas comes back and both girls are crying, they look at the doctor for instruction.
“Shes lost a lot of blood, I need a transfusion now!” They don’t move out of fear, “He will kill us if we don’t save her, move!” the doctor yells at the 2 girls.
“They need that arm Sir. I have an IV in this one,” The doctor doesn’t look at J, he is busy addressing the gunshot wound.

J stutters to move but he does. The girls rush in and get to work.

Tears roll down the side of my face into my hair line, I can’t feel anything put a lot of pressure. I’m just scared. Really scared. 

One of the girls brushes my hair back, “Its ok, everything will be ok. You won’t feel anything other than the pressure you are feeling already, ok? We gave you pain medication through the IV.” she points to my other arm but I cant turn my head.
“I promise you, you will be ok.” Her smile is soft and warm, i believe her.

J has his eyes locked on me. I can feel the pain radiating off him. 
The medication has swept through my body. 
I close my eyes.

“Don’t, don’t sleep, Kat wak..” He is yelling.

“She is fine Sir. Its just the pain medication, she needs to sleep.” She puts her hand up to J and I know he wanted to kill her right then and there.
She turns round and goes back to helping the doctor.

“It went straight through, that’s a good thing. Its cleaned and everything is fine internally. Stitch her up.” The doctor tells the girls. 

He takes his gloves off and turns to J. “She is going to need a lot of rest, she is going to have a hard time getting up and she will need a lot of help for a while. In about 2 days she will need to start walking so her muscles don’t get tight around the wound. It needs to be cleaned morning and night everyday till we get the stitches out. It is going to hurt, she is going to be in pain. She will live though. You can cut the stitches out in 3 weeks or bring her back here.” The doctor walks past J and out the double doors.

One nurse smiles out of fear and leaves, while the other sits next to me. 

“She’s ok Sir. She’s tough.” She gets up and walk out after adjusting the IV one last time.

“I know.” He says under his breath.
He comes to my side and kisses my forehead.
He doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down on the table next to my arm and lets out a long sigh.
He looks over at the stitched up hole, “Kat, I’m not safe for you. I’m no good for you.” he grabs my hand again, i still can’t return the pressure. “Lets get her home.”

He has Lucas and Jay grab the IV’s has he carries me out.
Not a word is spoken on the ride home.

J takes me upstairs and changes my clothes, he throws everything I was wearing in the trash.
Lucas sets up the IV’s in the bedroom and J lays me down and covers me with the sheets.
Lucas closes the door behind him.

J gets in bed next to me, he pulls me close, “Im so sorry Kat.” 

Originally posted by painfulblisss



I wake up in the morning, I can barley breath from the pain. I try to sit up and fall back gasping for air. I look around for J, he’s not there.

Walking Down Memory Lane

A/N: I wrote this on a whim of hoping it would turn out okay, but now I am considering a part two, hmmmm…

Summary: Reader is half demon, and Castiel revives Sam and Dean’s memory of the reader back, Dean is enraged of his memory being wiped, but it doesn’t that he has the mark of Cain now.

Warnings: Blood, gore, vampires, a little bit of MOC!Dean, amnesia, and language.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 1,805

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Originally posted by frozen-delight


Here you were, walking into another bar, another location, another night you would waste away. You saw skanky women in short skirts, horny men in their 30′s probably having a mid-life crisis, and a few good Samaritans who were minding their own business.

“Whiskey. Keep em comin.” You told the bartender as you sat on the wooden stool.

The bartender brought over the glass filled to the rim with bourbon, then leaving to go serve the other awaiting people at the end of the bar.

“I’m sorry for asking, but, do I know you?” A rough voice said from the stool next to you.

“Probably not, I don’t go many places, I don’t know you, now can yo-.” You snapped, but turned your head to see him. Dean Winchester. You had to leave. You couldn’t be here…with him!

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Check please fandom, why so drama?

Let me explain to you why so drama.

The nature of the comic is that we don’t actually know a lot. We get tiny snapshots and then draw conclusions. These aren’t invalid conclusions but they also aren’t canon or necessarily reflective of the creators intentions. But we have a group tendancy to grab one, act like it’s canon, then get upset about it. And again, these aren’t invalid conclusions, but they’re also not the only one.

Example - Shitty presuming Jack has a girlfriend. Fandom has a unit took this an proof that Shitty was presuming Jack was heterosexual and got upset about it. Alternate explanations:
Jack has told Shitty explicitly that he is heterosexual.
Jack has told Shitty he’s bi but Shitty knows it’s an important secret and while drunk and cross was not drunk and cross enough to out Jack in the middle of a haus party.

We’ve seen this in action. How many people (like me) presumed the person insisting on complete secrecy was Jack and the one wanting to be more open is Bitty? But when we saw Jack and Bitty actually talk about it, Jack was the one who was more open to telling their friends. We didn’t see what was going on in Bitty and Jack’s heads so we made assumptions and some of us were wrong.

Again, this doesn’t make us bad people. It’s normal. It’s human.

When it becomes a problem isn’t when we make reading and respond to them - it’s when we treat our reading as the one true reading and get upset at others for not sharing it or the creator for it.

Why this is relevant right now? The bet. The dominant reading in the fandom is that they all knew and were betting on when Bitty and Jack would tell them. This is a reading that’s consistent with the text. It’s one that some people are angry about and that’s fine. We validate all emotional reaponses.

But it’s not the only possible response or interpretation. And we have no way of knowing if it’s what Ngozi intended. It is AN interpretation.

Others? They knew Bitty was dating and were betting on when he’d tell them (but didn’t know it was Jack).
They knew Jack was dating and were betting on when HE’D tell them (but didn’t know it was Bitty).
They have various pools in a joking style for various pairings (ie they also had a pool on when Jack would tell them he’s dating Parse?)
They didn’t know but had discussed the option one night when drunk and set up the pool as a joke.

Unless she says clearly, we have no way of knowing what Ngozi intended. So while your interpretation and response are valid. Acting like they are the only ones, any more valid that others, amd getting upset at Ngozi will only create drama.

Also, don’t feel preassured to accept one interpretation because it’s the dominant one in fandom if that interpretation does not feel true to you or upsets you. Also, don’t be afraid to change your interpretation and see things in different ways.

A PSA on Fanfiction

So I checked up on one of my old fanfics…

It’s 118,000 + words.

THAT’S LONGER THAN THE BOOK I’M TRYING TO GET PUBLISHED. 

Damn, fanfiction was different in those days. It’s been 4 years. Crazy how time passes. 

The Raven’s Darling took me over eight months to write and had a beta reader for every chapter. It’s insane, looking back at it, to think about how much of my life writing fanfiction took. Sometimes, I wonder if the 200 reviews were worth it.

BUT

Then I always kick myself. It was through writing Raven’s Darling that I learned how to plot character arcs, how to write battle scenes, and how to WRITE. It was a riff on Raven’s Darling that won me an Honorable Mention in the Writer’s of the Future competition, and now four years later I submitted a very different story (which you can read if you want!). Today, I have a book finished and it’s in the hands of agents while I write (you can also read it!), and I’m starting a new novel in November. I’m 20 and studying literature and interning at a publishing house. 

Writing fanfiction turned me into the writer I am today. Learning how to write on a deadline, how to write for an audience, even how to write like a career. I updated chapters at least every three weeks - that’s crazy considering some of those chapters were 14,000 + words and every single one passed by an editor. 

Now that my fanfiction days are over (except for a few one-shots on stydia-fanfiction - WHICH IS AMAZING OK IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE STORIES ON THERE GO NOW!), I feel like I can look back at that time in my life and deliver an important PSA: 

Dear Fanfic writers, 

Your writing is important. Even if sometimes it feels like it’s taking too much of your time, even if you aren’t getting any reviews, even if sometimes you question why you even bother, know that the writing that you do now will shape the writing you do in the future. Every word, every turn of phrase, every paragraph, it will make you better. I know a one-shot sex scene between a crack-ship might not seem like it has long term benefits, but even taking the time to write that out and publish it will start you down the path towards developing your taste, your style, and your writer’s grace that makes you unique from anyone else. Whether you’re a prolific writer with many fics, a writer like me with only one insane fanfic, or just beginning with a few one-shots, you are a writer. Embrace that. Reviews seem so important in the moment, but in the end you are writing for you, and someday you will be your greatest critic, but also your greatest champion. 

Dear Fanfic readers, 

Take the time to review fanfics. I just read over the old reviews for Raven’s Darling and it’s amazing how encouraging and wonderful they were, but more importantly it’s eye-opening to see how much I learned from them. Just writing a “great” or a “nice” can show a writer where they are getting it right, where they are getting it wrong, and how to raise the bar where it should be. It’ll only take you a few minutes, but your words will shape that writer for years to come - I know they did in my case. 

Writers writing fanfiction may remain in fanfiction, but still others will move on to write original work, publish short stories, maybe even publish novels. And when those books are on the shelves and create fandoms of their own, you’ll know where it all started - late one night, when a student should have been doing homework but then they had an idea, a spark, a moment in their mind that made them put words to paper. It could have been something silly, something sad, something wonderful, but it started on this website and it created a writer. 

Watch. Read. Write. Repeat. I’ll be looking forward to shipping your characters. 

Peace. Love. *Salutes*. 

-Zane (who was once ladywarlock)

Powerful - Draco Imagine (Part 2)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Part 1


I bury my head in my knees and cry, expecting Draco to ran away or to yell at me for not telling him. But instead of any horrible situations that I imagined would happen in a second, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I look up at him surprised to see him looking at me sadly.

“Why-why aren´t you yelling at me?” I ask him and now it´s his turn to look at me surprised.

“Why would I yell at you?” He asks me and I look down.

“Because I haven´t told you who is my father. He´s the dark lord and…” I try to finish but Draco cuts me off.

“Y/N it´s not your fault that you are his daughter. And you are nothing like him, you are sweet and kind and funny and you are my light, princess. And I´m always going to be here for you, alright? No matter what.” He says and I hug him tightly again.

“Thank you so much. I don´t know what would I do without you.” I whisper and he kisses the top of my head. And now I know, Draco is everything I need, I´ve fallen in love.

—————

After that evening at the Astronomy Tower, Draco and I have never been closer. We have no secrets anymore and there is nothing that can tear us apart.

“Ready to go?” Draco asks me as we finished breakfast and I nod.

“Yeah, let´s go.” I say standing up. Draco and I make our way to the potions classroom but when we rounded the corner someone bumped into me. Draco caught me before I could fall and I look up to see Ron.

“Watch it, Weasley.” Draco says holding me and Ron runs off.

“It´s alright Draco, I´m okay.” I say and we continue our way. When we entered the classroom Draco and I sat in our usual seats next to each other. I catch the eye of professor Snape and smile at him. He was always like my father, he raised me and I really feel like he is my father. He also have a soft spot for me and he loves to spend time with me. He is most definitely not as cruel and bad as everyone describes him, just like me. The class started and after some time I dozed off.


~Draco´s pov~

I look at Y/N and see that she is in her own little world. I let her be, I know Snape is not going to disturb her. This girl is so strong and brave that it amazes me every single day. She´s been through so much and yet she is still holding on. It amazes me how she can be so happy and wear a smile on her face when her father never really cared about her, her mother died when she was born and when everyone is talking behind her back. But it still gives me hope that professor Snape is there for her, and me of course, I´ll never leave her, I care way to much about her. I´m actually in love with her, I´ve always been, I was just too scared to admit it, and I still am. I really appreciate that she told me her biggest secret, it just made me fall for her even more, her bravery and her attitude.


~(Y/N)´s pov~

“Class dismissed.” I hear Snape says and I look up to see everyone packing.

“Welcome back, princess.” Draco says besides me and I look at him with a smile.

“Can you wait for me outside? I want to talk with Snape about something.” I ask him and he nods.

“I´ll be there.” He says kissing my cheek and leaving outside. I feel my cheeks burning up a little from the contact of his lips but I brush it off.

“Professor?” I ask coming closer to his table.

“Oh Y/N, is everything alright?” He asks me and I nod.

“I just wanted to tell you that…that I told Draco my secret.” I say and he looks at me for a moment without any emotion and then he nods.

“Very well, I believe you can trust Draco, and I think it´s good for you to finally let it off your chest.” He replies and I smile.

“Thank you.” I say and he nods with a little smile.

“Now go, don´t be late for you next class.” He says and I nod.

“Bye.” I say and before I left I heard `Bye Y/N.` I see Draco leaning on the wall and I approach him. He looks at me and smile immediately.

“Everything alright?” He asks.

“Of course, let´s go.” I say and we go to our next class, Care of Magical Creatures. As we got in the courtyard we take our books out and leave the bags. We enter the wood and Draco stands next to Crabbe and Goyle, me following him. These two are not really our friends, they are sometimes attached to us and they think that they have to serve me and Draco, but most of the time we tell them to go away. I have nothing against them, they are just a little annoying.

“How do we open these things?” Someone asks.

“Just stroke the spine, of course.“ Hagrid says and we all stroke our books to open them. We look through the books and then leave them to follow Hagird a little bit further into the woods. When we stopped, suddenly Draco nudged me.

“Ow! What?” I ask him and he smirks. He put his hood on, Crabbe and Goyle copying his actions.

“Dementor! Dementor!” Draco yells and Harry quickly turns around, shock and fear written on his face. I roll my eyes while Hermione turns Harry back around.

“Ha ha.” I say and Draco looks at me.

“Come on Y/N, admit it, it was funny.” He says coming closer to me.

“No it´s not funny Draco. Would you yell Voldemort at me like that?!” I whisper the last part so only he can hear me. His face instantly soften and I sigh.

“You know I would never. I´m sorry.” He says taking my hand in his.

“It´s okay. Let´s just focus on the class.” I say and we turn around to listen to Hagrid. I lean my head on Draco´s shoulder, still holding his hand.

“Say hello to Buckbeak.” Hagrid says as a creature comes out. I immediately lift my head to take a better look and I swear I saw a hint of disappointment on Draco´s face.

“Hagrid, exactly what is that?” Ron asks.

“That, Ron, is a hippogriff.” Hagrid answers, “First thing you wanna know
is they’re very proud creatures. Very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may be the last thing you ever do. Now, who’d like to come
and say hello?” He asks and everyone who stood in the first line backed away and Harry was left alone, “Well done, Harry. Well done.”

Harry succeed to get closer to Buckbeak and he even managed to fly on him. I look at Draco to see him looking angrily in front of himself. I sigh again and squeeze his hand. He looks at me and I smile, he gives me a half smile and then looks back at the front. When Harry flied down and when he and Hagrid talked, I feel Draco´s hand leaving mine. I look at him to see him marching towards Buckbeak.

“Draco no!” I try to stop him but it´s too late.

“You’re not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!” Draco says standing too close to hippogriff. He squeals, rising up on his back legs, he kicks Draco and he falls down.

“Draco!” I immediately rush to him. I kneel next to him while Hagrid calms Buckbeak.

“It´s killed me!” Draco cries in pain and I can´t resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“You´re not dead, idiot.” I say looking at his arm, “He has to be taken to the hospital.”

“I´m the teacher. I´ll do it.” Hagrid says picking Draco up. I follow them to the hospital.

“Y/N, Y/N if I die..” Draco says in a dramatic way and I groan. I love him but he´s really overreacting.

“You are not going to die, Draco.” I say and he looks down at me.

“You’re gonna regret this.” He says looking back up at Hagrid, “You and your bloody chicken!”

“For the love of Merlin, shut up.” I say and he stops talking immediately.

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“How are you?” I ask Draco, sitting on the chair next to his bed.

“Better.” He replies and I smile.

“I brought you these.” I say giving him his favorite candy.

“Thank you. I can´t believe you remembered, a lot has passed since I last ate them.” He says with a smile.

“Of course I remembered, you bought all of them from the trolley cart in our first year.” We both chuckle because of the memory. I look into his eyes and everything stops around me, it´s just the two of us.

“Come here.” He says moving a little so I can lie next to him. I smile and climb in the bed next to him. I lay my head on his chest and he wrap his good arm around me. We just lay in silence enjoying each others presence.


…part 3?

~Alex

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I was sitting listless in a hammock outside of J’s newly lets say.. acquired mansion. The bat had been MIA for a couple of months now allowing us to relocate a little closer to business. The lights of the wealthiest gothamites surrounded me, green lawns and smooth white cars. Our neighbors were mostly factory manufactured 1950-esque families, who behind closed doors got hit by their fathers and over-dosed by their mothers. It was pretty quiet though, occasionally boys on peddle bikes would zoom by laughing and gossiping about Bruce Wayne’s manor that lay up stalking on a hill, Gotham’s true king. It was 12:30 pm when J got home. I smiled my matte pink smile walking calmly in his direction. He stepped out of the shiny Lamborghini looking sharp as ever. I wrapped my arms round his neck licking off the little bit of splattered blood on his face. “mhmmm” He growled grinning “Glad to see me?” I whispered “yes” in his ear before connecting our lips. “Where’s our little girl”he asked smoothly in between kisses. “Little girl?” I questioned confused at what he was saying “I’m right here” my righ eye winked winking. He stopped abruptly, glaring at me. “The child Y/N where is she?” 

My eyes were widened by a flashback of me giving birth to our own blonde haired monster, Poppy. I thought back wondering where I left her before I came outside. “hmm… well..she’s..” I stuttered. J pushed past my growling. “Ahh shit” I gave up turning around to follow him into the house. J was yelling “If this little girl is gone doll face Daddy’s not going to be very happy!”I clapped smiling at J “oh yay! I will get out the whips” J lost his angry face for a split second before disappearing up the stairs. “J! she’s fine probably!” I weakly looked around for our three year old daughter. “This is the worst part of our daily routine doll!” I heard J roar throwing something. A muffled laugh came from down the hall. I wandered down letting myself be hypnotized by J’s scent that filled he house. 

His office door was propped open, my heart stopped, slightly seeing poppy on the floor sucking on the handle of a finely sharped knife. “Opp no honey. You know better than to play in daddy’s room” I ducked in the room taking it out of her little mouth she smiled that special baby smile. My heart stuttered at our baby’s sweetness. She had J’s blue eyes and pale skin, she would be a real show-stopped one day. Distracted by my dumb affections I dropped the knife a sharp pain screamed from hand. “wow” I yelped scaring the baby. blood trickled down onto J’s plush velvet red carpet. Poppy began crying loudly at the sound of my voice. I prayed J wouldn’t hear he would shit at the sight of this. Frost entered the room first looking at my hand then to the baby.  J’s pounding footsteps came rushing down the hall soon after. “Whats all the ruckus?!” He froze at the sight of me bleeding. “Frost!” J yelled. Frost taking the Que helped me up leading me out into the bathroom retrieving all the first aid supplies they often used on J’s replaceable men

. Frost wrapped the wound clumsily with his big hands he was used to making the wounds not dressing them up. J’s rough voice soothed poppy’s tears in the other room like it had done to mine many times before. I closed my eyes to the sound of it. “Now now little monster there’s no need to cry.. your protected with me.” Frost bit off the last part of the bandage leaving my hand looking like a clump of fabric. “It will probably be best if I tell him what happened.” I opened my eyes smiling weakly “Poppy was sucking on the dumb end of a knife, I grabbed it away from her but dropped it, it was so sharp” I laughed looking down at the makeshift bandage. Frost nodded chuckling as he stepped out of the room. I glared at his feeling embarrassed. I wasn’t born to be a mother neither J a father. We were in way to far over our heads. At night we both lay wide-eyed in bed jumping at any sound the baby monitor made, fearing the day that we come home to our daughter dead on the floor or worst stolen. I pushed the thought out of the way leaving the bathroom wussy tears welling up in my eyes. I made my way into the bedroom J and I shared slamming the bathroom door. 

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I laid in bed my eyes swollen and my knuckled bloodied, holes in the bathroom walls let in light. The door creaked open. “Hey there pretty lady” He grinned in the dark. I smiled up at him. “ I told the kid I had to put mommy to bed before we.. had story time.” J crawled onto the bed kissing my toes then up to my shins, my thighs, so on and so forth to my lips.My skin shivered at his touch  Roughly I kissed him back, laughing when he bit my lower lip, slipping his pale hand up my dress. Lucky for us our entire life was the text book definition of being over our heads. 

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