a whole night

I know what you are now.  I think I knew before, but, you know, after I sent that kid to the hospital, years ago, they said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true.  I was angry because of something else.  Something I’d lost.  Trying so hard since not to be angry.  Got me all defenseless, and I lost more, and more, and more… that’s not getting better.  I want to be angry.  When I ran home from college, on the bus I had this dream, or maybe I saw it out the window, last leaf on the tree finally blown off.  I’m so scared, all the time, and the fear *hurts*.  Feeling like everything is over, was over long before I got here, so long, hiding, or trying to outrun this.  I get it.  This won’t stop until I die, but when I die, I want it to hurt.  When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt.  Bad.  I want to lose.  I want to get beaten up.  I want to hold on.  Until I’m thrown off and everything ends.  And you know what?  Until that happens, I want to hope again and I want it to hurt.  Because that means it meant something.  It means I am… something, at least.  Heh.  Pretty amazing to be something, at least. […] I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now.
—  Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods
I’m Here. - S.M x Reader

So I’m considering writing some fanfictions/preferences again…but this time it’s with an entirely different subject matter. All of my writings will be strictly based on teen wolf from now on. 

**this idea has been in my mind for a few days, so i figured i’d try and see what people think.


Warnings: slightly depressing/triggering. fluffy ending, bc why not w/ scotty?

Words: too many.


You’d been feeling like this for a very long time. Lost, Trapped, Isolated… but in all honesty, all you’ve ever wanted was a companion.


One of those kinds of people who’d spend hours with you, car rides, movie nights, the whole nine. You were nearing the end of your final year in high school, but even with a class full of students, and your small group of friends, you’ve never felt more alone.


“Hey? Did you hear what I said?” a soft voice asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked up and saw those brown eyes that you’ve grown to love. 

Scott.

“What?” you asked softly, raising your head from your arms to look up at the boy.

“I said, I was thinking that all of us should take a trip, you know, camping? We’ve been so stressed with finals and everything, why not get away for the weekend?” He smiled softly at you, listening to the slight uptick in your heartbeat, knowing of your fear with the woods. “You know, I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe, doll.” 

You shook your head, a slight chuckle leaving you as you’d realized he’d been monitoring your chemosignals. A lot more than normal, you mentally noted.

“What time am I to show up at your house, McCall?”

“Be there tomorrow morning, around 9? The others will be ‘round by 11.” he smirked. 

–The Next Day–

“McCall?! It’s freezing out here, I know you can hear me! GET YOUR ASS TO THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I K-” your outburst is cut off by the sound of Melissa opening the door.

“You alright, love?” she asks, smirking at the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I-I I’m… here to.. see Scott. Is he in his room?” you look up, scratching at your arm anxiously.

Melissa just nods, stepping to the side to let you in, walking towards the kitchen as you quietly close the door behind you.

You being to feel slightly nervous, remembering that the rest of the pack wouldn’t be around until 11.

Shit.

You’ll be alone with him for a while.

The whole pack knew of your growing crush on Scott, and they always continued to tease you about it.

Nobody had actually flat out told Scott about the crush, but they’d figure that he would hear the rise in your heartbeat every time he was around you.

Hey, look who’s here, Y/N! It’s Scott! Hey, buddy. Nice of you to arrive!” Stiles remarked, smirking as your face began to turn red.

“A little hot in here, Y/N? OH! Hey, Scott.” Malia smirks, frowning slightly as you cover your face, hot tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

You’d run off before anyone could question a thing.

You shake your head, walking upstairs towards his room before he would come down to question your sudden delay, knowing that you were already here.

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“Scott? Can… C-Can I come in?” you whisper, lightly hitting your knuckles against the wooden door to his bedroom.

“You already know the answer to that, doll.” he replies, a smirk on his face as he hears the uptick in your heartbeat at the petname.

You slowly walk inside, perching yourself on the edge of his bed, watching as he throws articles of clothing into the suitcase beside you.

“What did you bring?” he asks, turning to face you for a second, smirking as the pair of boxers he chucks nearly misses your face by a fraction of an inch.

“J-Just.. you know, clothes.” you mentally smack yourself for answering with such a dumb statement.

“I’d certainly hope so.” he laughs, turning around and walking towards you, zippering the suitcase with ease.

“Now, listen. You’ve been nervous the entire time you’ve been sitting here. Don’t lie to me, doll. What’s on your mind?” he whispers, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him. 

“I-I… um… just.. don’t want to go to the woods, s’all. It reminds me of…” you cut yourself off, tears filling your eyes.

He shakes his head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I promised I’d protect you. You’ll be okay. Now, c’mon, Stiles is here, let’s load our things into the Jeep. Lydia and the others will meet us at the campsite.”


The entire ride there, you were silent. Staring out the window, alone in the backseat of the Jeep. You could feel someone’s eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them. You were too lost in your thoughts to care. 

Soon after, it was finally time to get the things out of the back, and walk towards the campground.

“I’ve got everything here! We can pair up in sets of two. That way, all of us can comfortably sleep in the tents.” Liam said, laughing as you struggled to get the poles together.

Eventually, you were ready to sleep. The pack had spent a few hours telling scary stories, to which Stiles nearly landed in Malia’s lap from fright. 

But then, they had started to tease you when you’d gone close to Scott for warmth.

“You okay there, Y/N? Scotty can protect you from the big bad wolves!” Liam laughed, the rest of the pack joining him.

“Yeah, you want to go in the tent? We can take turns guarding it!” Malia joked.

You forced a smile, but inside you were fighting to keep the tears back. You knew they were joking, but sometimes, it still hurt.

Scott, noticing the change in your mood, looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I-I’m… going to go to bed. Goodnight, guys.” you said, slowly walking towards the tent.

About an hour later someone had begun to unzip the tent. You tensed up, still awake.

“it’s just me, it’s okay.” Scott murmured, slowly laying down beside you.

“H-Hey.” you whispered, trying to hide the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Y/N.. you’ve been crying. Please, talk to me? What is it? You’ve been acting off all day.” he said, turning you over gently so you were facing eachother.

“I-I’m just embarrassed, upset… I-I don’t know.” you sighed, looking up at him.

“I-I like you. A lot. A-And they keep teasing me for it. And I hate it. I know you don’t like me like that, but it just…sucks. I thought you’d leave, a-and then you started becoming a little distant so I t-thought you’d just drop me as a f-friend..” you confess, whimpering when you felt him stiffen beside you.

“You do like me, then? I just thought Stiles was busting my balls… but hey, don’t cry, doll.” he says, wiping your tears gently.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t cry. I-I like you too, and like I said before. I’ll keep you safe, I’m here now, i’ll protect you..” you rolled over and he slowly pulled your back to his chest, muttering apologies for how you felt in your ear.

He held you for the rest of the night, keeping you warm and safe, hands intertwined and soft breathing against your neck.

“Sleep well, doll. I’ll see you in the morning.” he whispered.

And then, you were out like a light.

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This sucked but I haven’t written anything in a while. So let me know what you think and/or request anything you want in my ask box and I can write it up for you. xx

Let’s stop >> Chen, You (Drabble)

“I’m not sure if…” You said, fiddling with your fingers. “… If we can stay like this. Let’s stop seeing each other.”

Your heart beats wouldn’t stop raising as you said the words you had been thinking about the whole night. How to end your suffering in uncertain relationship.

Chen made it clear that he would never ask you to be his girlfriend. He told you that you weren’t his ideal type, yet his actions said otherwise. You didn’t know if he was a player or what but he knew well how to mess up with your feelings and make you so confused.

You have decided not to meet him again. To ask him to stay away from you, if he didn’t love you. You were sick of being treated like his only girl, then watch him making out with another girl.

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anonymous asked:

Coming on Anon, because I get flustered around such amazing talent. Your edits are magic! Wow. The Baking Championship one is so seamless (they all are). It's so sweet and fluffy like properly creamed sugar and butter....See what I did there? 😅 I love all your edits. Thank you so much for sharing them with us. ☺ Hopefully, SuperCorp will rise like a proper souffle! (So, yeah...I also came on Anon to make horrible/funny? baking references.)

omg! your baking references just made my whole night, my friend :D they’re brilliant!!! supercorp will rise like the fluffiest souffle for sure!

thank you so much for your kind words, this fandom is so talented and funny and smart and a constant source of inspiration it’s a blessing being part of it :) 

also @proudlyunicorn and her british bake off live blogging are to thank for that baking manip… i was having a bit of a creative block but when i found out she was planning to write that fic i just had to make a manip! 

good morning!! i lov u all i hope u guyz slept well ! my dog slept next to me the whole night and he woke me up with gross kisses and then we had breakfast 🐶💛 i love thursdays because no school so im just super happy 🍯🐝🌻 !!

Karaoke Night

As promised. My happy headcanon auish apology to @raynbow-shimmer . Hope it brings a smile to your (and anyone else that reads it) face(s). 


A few days after Kara and them went back to their Earth Joe snuck into Cisco’s lab while everyone else was out doing other stuff:

Joe: Hey Cisco, mind if I make a suggestion for the next Star Labs movie night?

Cisco: Go ahead. What do you have in mind?

Joe: Karaoke. Just do karaoke the whole night. It’s been years since I’ve heard that boy sing and it would probably be good for the spirits of the team as a whole to just kick back and do something fun.

Cisco: Hell yea, but you have to convince everyone and help me collect songs.

Joe: Deal, no need to convince anyone if they don’t know til it happens. Plus telling people before hand is practically inviting someone to try and destroy the city that day in our lives.

Cisco: Very true.

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Here’s Oda.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t report anything earlier. But that’s not my fault… Guess what! When we were at the bar with Ango yesterday, Dazai drank way too much. I had to carry him home on my back like a little child… When I reached his bedroom and he finally lay in his bed and didn’t blather anymore, I wanted to leave, but he totally bottled me up. He was reaching out for my hand and was like “Please, Odasaku, don’t leave~ You can’t leave now. Stay here!” and he didn’t want to let go of me. I had no other choice than to stay with him the whole night…

Dazai: Okay, then let’s pretend that I just didn’t want to let him go because I was drunk if that was enough to convince him… Hehe~ Don’t tell him that I wasn’t really drunk pls.

went 2 see senses fail w avery and it was really cool!! buddy threw his sweat rag into the crowd n i caught it one handed to give to avery >:) also that one guy w the mustache i hooked up w last week was there and he hung out w me the whole night and it was real Nice™

i decided to participate in at least one day of the Victuuri Week

(illustration to the fic that was originally based on @beanpots AU)

Look around, look around
At how lucky we are to be alive right now!

drew this as a thank you for 20k followers!!! ilu all mwa thank u all so much for ur love and support!!

speedpaint | available on my redbubble!!

There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.