and hide so much behind her perfect smile

Light Me Up | Chapter 1 |

Originally posted by chwelove

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive smut

Word Count: 2842

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: ALRIGHT! It’s finally here! I have been working on this for weeks, maybe even a month lol. I think I got a little too many people excited for this. This is a little different from what I’ve previously written. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, I can promise you that. A huge thank you to @tookorean. Thank you for editing! You’re the best. Here’s a little present on my birthday to you all <3 Enjoy!

The colorful lights bounced around while the music swallowed the place whole, beating against her eardrums. This wasn’t anything new. She was more than used to this atmosphere.

Her uncle owned the club and about a year ago, he left her in charge as he took care of his other businesses. He trusted her enough, as she was of age and more responsible than any other twenty-one-year-old he’d met. She, respected him in return, treating him like her own father.

Besides, there wasn’t anything particular she planned to do with her life anytime soon. Any plans were washed away with her past relationship. She had lost her motivation and enthusiasm, burying both deeply within herself.

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skatinggays  asked:

hey wrath! maybe a little excerpt from your yokai au if you're feeling up to it? <3

“Absolutely not.” Yuuri injects as much finality into his voice as possible. Behind him, on the wall, he senses Noth materialize just the slightest to give Victor a smile that Yuuri has no doubt is both stern and horrifying. 

Victor remains steadfast though. “I did my research! The Jorougumo preys on young men, and I’m a perfect bait!” he says. “You said that she’s been hiding well from you, that you can’t pinpoint her location in the neighborhood, so-”

Yuuri can’t help it when he slams his cane against the ground, and it’s so annoying how Victor is taller than him right now, because Yuuri feels that this would work better if he could look down at Victor instead of up. “What about I’m not going to use you as bait do you not understand!?” he yells, all solemnity discarded in the face of Victor’s preposterous idea. “You don’t understand! You could die before we manage to find you! I’m not going to risk your life for this!” 

A shadow licks up Yuuri’s arm, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself, closing his eye for a moment. “I never even asked for your help, Victor,” he continues, quieter now. “So why do you insist on-” 

Victor’s face twists into frustration, and it’s such a startling expression to see on him that Yuuri falters for a moment. “Because you’ve been helping me so much, Yuuri,” Victor replies, his head low, silver hair falling between them like an obscuring curtain. “You help me so much, and I- I don’t know how to repay you.” 

There is the slightest hiccup in his voice, and Yuuri is frozen.


Prince Harry x Reader ~ Engagement Interview

Of course everyone can see the wide smile on his face. It’s almost brighter than the sun. “You seem really happy. I hope it has something to do with your beautiful girlfriend”, the interviewer notices his happiness. Harry didn’t even tried to hide his feelings behind his poker face. “Yes, I’m literally the happiest man alive. I asked (Y/N) to marry me”, he loves to remember this special day.
Everything was just perfect. Especially you with your lovely dress and beautiful hair. “Oh, wow! Congratulation! That’s really a good reason to be happy!”, the interviewer shakes his head smiling. “Thank you very much. To be honest I was so nervous. My brother tried to calm me down, but failed miserably. (Y/N) was just cool when I asked her this important question. A single tear escaped her eyes, then she hugged me tightly and whispered a yes”, Harry couldn’t help himself, but smile.
“I know how you felt. When I asked my wife I thought I would throw up every second”, the interviewer shares his memories with him laughing. That actually happened before Harry asked you to be his wife, but no one will ever know his little secret…

Hope you liked it :)

Save me (Nalu)

Okay, so this will be a very serious one-shot. It’s based on something that I went through during my childhood and I’m still going through now. I hope that at the same time it can give hope to others or even a better outlook on life. After you read this, I will properly explain the situation. It was a tough time in my life and it’s taking me so much courage to really be able to convey something that was hard to overcome and that I’m still not able to overcome fully, but am working on slowly. However I decided to make it Nalu because I don’t want to make this all sad and so I thought I would include a support system even when in reality I didn’t have one.

Name: Save me
Pairing: Nalu
Rating: Consider it as you may. *warning: self harming, self loathing, violence*
Genre: hurt/comfort

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Words, apparently, cannot efficiently convey anything of worth like a picture. However no one ever realizes that a picture only shows what it wants. It hides something much deeper. A picture only shows so much of your life or an event. I look at the photograph in my hands behind the wooden frame. Shards of glass drop at my feet from where it had broken when it was thrown across the room. The seemingly perfect family in the picture, now covered in tears, is fake


I truly wish I didn’t have to say that. How I desired to be like the photo

My mother with her bright smile and painted red lips smiles fondly, her blonde locks in a bun, as she holds my father lovingly by the arm. Layla Heartfilia, a loving wife who gives everything for the husband she loves and her prized children. My father smiles brightly as well as he holds me in his arms, my face contorted in happiness. I remember giggling as my brother Sting is arguing playfully with my half brother, Laxus.

Times like these were far in the past. Never to come back. I run into my room, as I take out the photo and hold it tightly against me. I run to lock the door as I slide under the bed and pulls the covers along as I bury myself in them holding back sobs. I hear another crash outside and I flinch heavily trying not to yell in fear. I’m only eight years old, and I’m terrified. I can hear my mother yelling angrily as my father curses loudly.

“You’re only a ‘man’ when you’re drunk, huh?! Well, I don’t care how brave you are, don’t you dare hit me again! For love of…Your daughter is here!” I can hear my mom yell from the living room and guilt consumes me. I’m to blame again. Father, is my mad because I didn’t make my bed again? Is he mad because mommy was busy buying me clothes and she didn’t cook?

“Yer, a dumb woman! I could…care less!” He slurs in his intoxicated state and I can hear my mother yell for him to get away. As much as I tremble, I run out covers still on top of me as I clutch onto the picture.

“Please!!! STOP!!! I’m scared!” I yell and my mother’s eyes widened. Something I didn’t understand, but now I know was fear that he could have hurt me. However, she’s surprised when he hugs me tightly. I hug him back as I cry my heart out and I notice my mother’s red cheek and her teary eyes.

“Shhh, Lucy, it’s okay…I’m sorry. Daddy is sorry”, he sobs against me as I clutch onto him. He’s shaking as well and I love him despite how scare he had made me before. My mother simply walks into her room locking the door behind her.

“Daddy, please don’t hurt mommy anymore”, I whisper and his grip tightens as he sniffles and makes a silent promise, a promise he couldn’t keep. A promise he couldn’t keep for long. It continued from times where I was pushed out the door to their room. I could hear him push the door shut with a chair as I banged my helpless tiny hands on the door.

“Daddy, please!!! You promised!!! STOPPP!!!” I yelled as loud as my lungs allowed me to, but it was drowned out by my mother’s yells of pain and her cursing. I only slumped onto floor praying that it would be over soon, praying that I didn’t have to see this happen for much longer. Once my father opens the door he tries to hold my shoulder, and I can only push past him running to my mother’s side. She’s sobbing as she holds me and kisses my forehead, apologizing to me as if it were her fault she had to go through this.

I didn’t talk to my dad after that. After a few days he begged me to talk, promised endlessly that he was sorry, I couldn’t deny him. And even then I believed him because after all, he was my father, and I loved him as much as I loved my mother. Yet even when the physical violence had been taken away the fighting persisted, the heated arguments and breaking of objects.


“Hey, Luce!” A pink haired boy called to her no older than 13. The blonde looks up from her math worksheet as the grinning teen finally reaches her.

“What’s up, Natsu?” she asks curiously as he hands her a handful of papers. She blinks as she stares at them blankly and then stared at him. “What are these?”

He smiles sheepishly this time. “Well, I was wondering if you could help me pass these out? Still don’t know everyone’s names”, he admits and Lucy giggles as she stands turning her sheet over to avoid anyone from peeking since it was an individual assignment.

“You’re hopeless”, she motions as he begins to help her pass out the quizzes.

“I was wondering if we could hang out. Maybe after school”, he whispers and the blonde could feel herself pale. As much as she’d like to, she couldn’t. Her best friend would be disappointed at her response.

“I can’t. M-Maybe some other time”, she mumbles as she notices her quiz is the last to be handed back. The pink haired male looks at her suspiciously. After all, he can tell when something is wrong with her, but seeing how much effort she’s putting to sound convincing about it, he simply nods.

“Hey, you did awesome. An 84? Wish I could score like that”, he changes the topic as he points to his 70 on the paper. Although she did really well, he notices her lips twitch sligtly as she releases a shaky breath. “Luce?” he mutters as he lightly nudges her shoulder. She remains silent before a strained smile appears on her face.

“I’m sure you can step it up!” She chirps even when the way she quickly shoves the paper down her backpack is warning enough for him that she’s not really happy or fine.

After school, Jude is waiting for her in the car as she runs to her transportation, slumping into her seat. “How was school?” Jude asks and Lucy sits up as she places on her seat belt, roaming slightly through her stuff.

“Uh, I got my quiz back from the teacher. My best friend said I did really well”, she smiled as she handed him the paper. Jude pauses to look once they’re at a stoplight on red. He hums in disappointed as her smile fades. “Is something wrong?”, she asks awfully aware of the frown on his face.

“Really, Lucy? An 84. You made the most obvious mistakes. Surely, you could have aced this, but instead you show me this?! I better not see another score like this. Do you understand?” he sighs in frustration as he hand her the paper with distaste. She looks down ashamed as she she crumbles the paper in her hand and puts it inside her bag.

Arriving home, she’s greeted by a hug from her mother as she smiles sadly and runs into her room. Layla doesn’t seemed surprise as she turns to glare at Jude. “What did you tell her now?! Why can’t you be nicer to her”, she says pointedly beginning to raise her voice slightly.

“Being nice won’t get her anywhere in life. At any rate, she’ll start being like Sting and begin to skip school and do as he wishes because his mother is incessantly indulging him”, he spits back as Layla’s face becomes indignant.

“Oh so now it’s my fault, Sting has become this way?! It’s only because his father cares more about work than his children?! He became like that because you stopped caring! You negligent father!” She yells as anger burst from Jude as he nears to clutch her by the shoulders.

“You take that back”, he hisses.

“Or what? You’ll hit me like you use to?!” she yells and a small squeak interrupts them.

“M-Mom, I’m hungry”, Lucy mutters softly as Jude releases Layla. She smiles widely as she nods to the young blonde.

“Of course, just wash your hands and come to the table”, she chirps as her father goes into the kitchen. Lucy nods locking her door again as she heads into the restroom. She loos at her reflection and it seems to almost mock her despair. 'You’re so ugly! Your parents fight because you’re a weak child who will never be good enough’, she can feel her mind tell her. The screams from before start up again as she frowns heavily.

Opens the cupboard in her personal restroom as she pulls out one of the many razor blades her brother keeps to change on his razor to shave. She brings it to her wrist and pauses. She almost made the same mistake as usual. She sighs pulling her school pants slightly down revealing the many scars on her pale legs. Some were old and some were still slightly fresh. She touches one that was barely beginning to form a scab and it reopens.

Blood drips only slightly as she curses her stupidity. She sighs as she finally takes the razor and gently sets it onto a clear space on her leg, space that she was beginning to run out of. She suddenly presses down hard as she slices her flesh. She cries, the guilt of doing this to herself is overwhelming, but she feels a weight lifted from her as the blood begins to pool around, slightly, at the laceration.

'This is for the quiz score. For being such a stupid girl’, she thinks before she razes the blade to another location and slices once again at the flesh. 'This is for being so worthless that I can’t ever make my father acknowledge me.’

She’s holding back her tears as she slices at her skin once more. The blood feels slightly disgusting as she takes some toilet paper to soak under the sink water. She dabs lightly at the wounds and hisses at the lingering pain. She flushes down the paper taking some clean paper to pace under her pants so it won’t soak through. She hears a crash and she knows her father must have broke something. She decides food isn’t important anymore as she takes her cellphone.

She lies in bed unable to take the overwhelming arguments and yells from her parents. She hears the dialing tone as she waits for the response.


Lucy sighs in relief as she lets herself cry. The worry behind the person’s voice as he repeatedly call her name makes her feel that at least he cares. “N-Natsu, can you c-come over? I n-need you”, she mutters and the line is silent as a click is heard. He hung up. She couldn’t blame him. After all, no one would bother with such a worthless girl as herself. She curls into herself still crying.

As if it weren’t enough that she had been bullied at school. Why did it have to be this way? Why did her parents have to be like that? Why was she born so useless and stupid and weak? She always wondered if she even had a purpose for herself. She reduced herself to sniffling as she went to sing a song quietly to herself. Singing has always eased her pain although it wasn’t enough as she still felt the pulsing of her cuts.

“Lucy, dear, a friend came to see you”, Layla’s voice muttered as she took no longer to shuffle towards the door. She opened it her eyes watering once more at seeing Natsu before her, worry written all over his face. She didn’t even care that her mother was there as she threw herself into his arms. Layla seemed ashamed and shocked to see her daughter in such a state, but she could only assume why as she walked away to give them space.

She pulled him toward the bed as both toppled over onto the mattress. He sat up still holding her as she sniffled. He patted her head and tried to ease her. He assumed he knew what was going on especially noticing her mother’s look a few moments ago.

“Shhh, Luce, I’m here for you”, he muttered and she seemed to relax in his hold. No further words were exchanged as he played with her hair and when she suddenly became slack in his arms, he only assumed she had fallen asleep. He fixed her into a laying position as he wiped the tears from her face. He kissed her forehead as she turned slightly to nuzzle her face in the pillow. He only wished he wouldn’t have to see her in such a state if he could.
Once they were in seventh grade, Natsu had discovered her cutting her wrist after school. He had wondered why her of all people had begun to wear so many bracelets. It was a ridiculous trend they both had made fun of and suddenly she had come to school with lots of them. He was suspicious and one day decided to follow her as he saw her walk to the park where she’d mentioned that her father would pick her up. She hid behind a tree as he poked his head slightly to look at what she was doing.

She removed the bracelets from her right arm as Natsu’s eyes widened at the scars marked there. He was frozen in his spot as he even saw her take the small razor blade from her pocket. Before it could even touch her, he slapped it harshly out of her hand. “Natsu!” she squeaked pulling her arms behind her back.

“Lucy! Show me your arm”, he deadpanned as she flinched at his tone. With trembling hand and eyes looking away she pulled her arm to him as he stares at it in disbelief. Thinking he would hate her was the reaction she expected but instead arms had pulled her and she was being hugged.

“Don’t do this, Luce. Don’t do this to yourself. If you were ever to make a mistake and I lose you, I would be so sad”, he muttered and she was shocked to feel her shoulder soaked. Was he crying?

“But why? I’m not good enough for anyone”, she mumbled under her breath.

“Yes you are. You’re good enough. I do this because I like you, Luce. I really like you. I don’t want to lose you. You are more than enough. You’re like really smart and nice and pretty and friendly”, he cried and she couldn’t help but smile. If at least he cared than she would try to begin to think a bit more highly of herself. It would take her time, but if he was by her side than that was enough.


“Wahhh!!! We’re finally graduating!” Lucy chirped as she fixed the cap on her head. Natsu turned to her with a large grin. She had to giggle because even after all this time, he was still clumsy if the fact that his tassle was on the wrong side. He blushed slightly feeling dumb at not noticing.

“Don’t tell anyone about that…But anyways are you nervous? You are about to sing the anthem”, he motioned. She nodded licking her lips.

“Extremely nervous! But I think I got this”, she clenched her fists in determination. He suddenly stated at her with a smile as she looked at him confused. “What? Don’t tell me I have something on my face”, she pouted. He chuckled and shook his head.

“No you’re perfect. I’m just glad you became who you are now. You still don’t have a lot of confidence, but you’re taking a step forward. I rather see you smiling like this and cheerful compared to the gloomy and always reserved middle schooler you were back them”, he motioned as she smiled lightly and a blush spread across her cheeks.

She hugged him tightly as their principal finalized their opening speech and called out her name. “And now please stand for the national anthem sung by none other than one of our graduates, Lucy Heartfilia.”

Lucy gulped as Natsu nudged her. The crowd and her peers roared in excitement as she stood from her seat. “Go get 'em, Luce!” he shouted as she finally got on stage and sang. Even when her legs were shaking immensely, her smile was still wide as she sang. And after she had finished singing, the crowd stoos to applaud as Natsu cheered the loudest from her friends. Friends. After, that fateful year, she decided to turn on a whole new page beginning to take small risks to raise her lost confidence.

She slowly began to talk more and soon people had mentioned that she was funny and always so happy that it was refreshing to be around her. And Natsu had guided her the whole way to that point. Since the day he had confessed to her during 7th grade to now, he had always been by her side. She stepped down to sit next to him as he discreetly kissed her forehead. “That was amazing, babe”, Natsu muttered. She smiled as they finally began to make them line up to receive their diplomas. She felt she could finally move forward. She felt thing could finally see a brighter future.

As they were finally announced official graduates and threw the caps high in the air, Natsu looked at Lucy lovingly as she smiled. He pulled her by the waist as cheers from all their parents could be heard. Natsu pulled her close and kissed her softly. “I love you”, he muttered.

“Me too. You were always there for me and I couldn’t be more grateful”, she muttered lovingly.

“I’ll always be here for you. To save you.”

A/N: So that was it. Unfortunately, for me there was no happy ending. I spent my time overcoming my situation with my small group of friends. In elementary I was bullied for five years physically and emotionally destroying my confidence completely. My parents had a tendency of fighting to the point of physical violence. I always trie my best in school but my parents didn’t think my grades were ever to their standards no matter how well I would do. I had a time where I would always cut myself and I had moments where suicidal thoughts invaded my head. After seventh grade, I made my first friend and I didn’t want to lose her and so I tried to slowly build my confidence up. No one ever found out about my cuts and I never really mentioned it to anyone. During new years, after my first semester of college, I found out my aunt died and then recently I found out my father cheated on my mother and that my grandma is currently hospitalized. Even so I try to remain strong and cheerful because it took so much courage to become the person I am today. A person who despite everything tried to continue to move forward. I am here for anyone who has ever self harmed or anyone who feels they are worthless. I am here for everyone that needs me. Always move forward no matter what. There are people who care even when it seems like no one does. Singing and writing have always been my way to cope and there are many other ways to do so. Everyone is worth it everyone is worth the whole worlds and I just wanted to make sure to share this and make all of you know even when it’s painful that I am trying to get over this and someday I will. Thank you for reading my story and reading what I have to say. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

80 or 87 Jerza please? Also, if you had to pick a magic to have in Fairy Tail, what would you choose?

but wait! before you read the one-shot, let me first answer the question: if I had to pick a magic to have in FT, what would I choose?

  • waterbending by far. so like juvia’s ability, I guess? i really identify with the element of water (lol swimmer’s unite!) and if bloodbending comes in the same package, holy hell of course i’m going to take it.

87 | “You were never just my friend.”

notes: Apologies for the delay in this drabble request, dear anon! You’ve probably forgotten that you requested it so…well enjoy! Ahahaha. I’m not entirely sure what happened. I just wrote. ;) So forgive me for sloppy character resolutions.
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He raises both hands to his mouth to breathe hot air onto his winter-frigid fingers, and when he pulls his hands apart to tuck them back into his pockets, he’s surprised to find a very familiar shade of red before him.

“E-Erza,” he stutters.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

He almost loses his balance on his skates.

“Hey,” she replies. She looks off to the left briefly before meeting his eyes again. “Do you mind if we share the ice?”

He glances down at her skates—these are new.

Of course, they’re new. How could they have been the same ones she wore back when she was in high school? Now that she’s a few years older, she’s definitely inched out of the white sequin-covered skates she used to don so proudly.

He realizes that she’s still waiting for his answer when the silence between them stretches long.

“Yeah, of course,” he finally replies.

She gives him a brilliant smile. “Great!” she thanks him, and turns on her heel to glide away.

Is that it? Is he just going to let her—


But she’s already gone, her scarlet hair rippling behind her, the tatters of her old faded light blue scarf desperately hanging onto her neck in the headwind.

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adanwen  asked:

How about Kiliel and Figrid going on a double date?xD

Not quiet a “double date”, but I do hope you enjoy! :D It was a fun prompt!


If Fili let himself stop for a moment and actually think about it, everything about this was a bad idea. Everything.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Sigrid asked him, glancing over his shoulder (she was leaning over to whisper)at his brother and the she-elf.

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