and it set the mood am i right

Everyday Witchcraft: Burt's Bees Glamours and Affirmations

So I really like Burt’s Bees Chapstick.
And I use a lot of it.
My favorite one is the honey infused, which is fitting because of being an Aphrodite devotee and all, but I’ve developed this ritual when I apply my lip balm where I put it on, breathe in the scent, and then say “I speak sweetly. People listen and believe me.” This inspired me to come up with little mini spells for more of the scents, so here you go. Burt’s Bees’ spells on the go. Enjoy. :)

Honey: Use as a glamour to make you seem sweet and cute as a button as well as charming them with your speech. Useful when avoiding persecution or hiding your true intentions of world domination. 

Affirmation: I speak sweetly. People listen and believe me.

Wild Cherry: If you’re looking for a classy seductress vibe, wild cherry is your gal. Maybe blow some kisses at yourself in the mirror or lick your lips to lock in the feeling and get yourself in the flirting mood. 

Affirmation: I am fair and enchanting, my kiss makes people melt.

Pink Grapefruit: Use for cleansing and purifying yourself of an argument. Having a hard time keeping peace with your relatives about politics at the thanksgiving table when it would be better to stay quiet? Try this baby. 

Affirmation: I wash myself of this conflict. I am free from negativity.

Strawberry: Strawberry is associated with innocent love and wealth. The many fruits on the vine represent fertility as well, meaning strawberry is the perfect fruit for bringing overall success into your life and keeping it there. 

Affirmation: I have abundance. All I say and do brings me success and love.

Coconut Pear: Coconut represents absolute purity. In WWI some soldiers were given transfusions of coconut water when donor blood was low because it is sterile. Pears are a key love element, so if you’re wanting to attract real love, from people with good intentions (perhaps weeding out the creeps when internet dating) then this one’s for you. 

Affirmation: I am bathed in affection by those with pure intentions.

Raspberry: Raspberry represents health, fertility, communication and love. Use to facilitate healthy relationships and help you to maintain physical health along with a healthy lifestyle. If you can feel yourself getting stress sickness, use an affirmation like this to turn it around. 

Affirmation: My relationships and my body are healthy. I am free of pain.

Pineapple: Use for attracting wealth and success into your life. Pineapple is the fruit of the traveler, gifted to show hospitality and status. It’s rich inside can hardly be seen as anything but gold in fruit form. You can use this affirmation as a way to both convey status you may not yet have, as well as attract it. 

Affirmation: My voice is filled with opulence. Wealth is headed my way.

Mango: Mango is heavily associated with Buddha and enlightenment. Use this to bring focus back to your spiritual journey, and to help others on their own. 

Affirmation: I am free and enlightened. My words have the power of knowledge.

Blueberry: Use this for protection. Strong protection. Blueberry keeps danger away, confuses and causes distress to enemies who push the boundary. A word unleashed to your enemies under this protection will cause them distress and make them want to leave you alone. 

Affirmation: I am untouchable. I needn’t speak to intimidate my enemy.

Pomegranate: Use this one before doing divination to heighten psychic energy and help with seeing beyond the veil if that’s your thing. Pomegranates have significance in many religions as being highly spiritual and associated with heaven or the underworld. As a glamour, this could also help with giving off “I am a mysterious and powerful witch” vibes, so if you’re doing witchcraft work for non witchy people, such as divination, this could help set the mood. 

Affirmation: I am powerful with the energies of life and death. When divining I speak the truth.

Vanilla Bean: This is the big whammy of love spell ingredients. If you’re going out and just wanna find someone RIGHT NOW then vanilla is the powerful punch you’re looking for. The silky scent combined with charmed speech is a powerful seduction tool. It also makes you feel very confident and sexy on your own, so that’s great too. 

Affirmation: *blow a kiss* I seduce with the force of a sorceress.

Rockin’ in Rio

I swear I am finishing Neighbors 5 but I’m in such a fluff mood, guys, it’s crazy! I just wasn’t able to write smut the other day and after watching Maroon 5′s set at Rock in Rio I had to get this out… bear with me! And get ready for some fluff! xo

“Geoff, I’m so emotional!” Jo whispers, gripping Geoff’s arm, looking on as Shawn performs ‘Never Be Alone’ in front of 120,000 people at Rock in Rio, the crowd a sea of lights.

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Things I've heard or said at college
  • "I am going to kill the next person who burns popcorn and sets the fire alarm off."
  • "I was just about to go to bed and some dumbass tripped the fire alarm."
  • "I think my family enjoys watching me whining on Facebook about freezing my ass off because of another goddammed fire alarm."
  • "Are you seriously taking time to get dressed? The building could be on fucking fire right now!"
  • "For a college, they have really shitty electrical wiring."
  • "It's two a.m. does it look like I am in a good mood? I swear if this is another short circuit I'm going to flip."
  • "Based on the competency of everyone else in this dorm, yes keeping a bra on at night is probably a good idea."
  • "When you tour the campus in the spring they forget to mention the part where you keep a change of clothes on your desk for the 2 a.m. fire alarms."
  • "It's finals week and I have a final in an hour, I don't give a fuck if I get fined I am not leaving."
  • "Great the firefighters are here. I might just go sleep in my car for the night."
  • "Thank god I live with the RA. Because the rest of my roommates all forgot their fucking keys."
  • "So I got woken up at midnight... BECAUSE SOMEONE TOOK A FUCKING SHOWER?"
  • "I think monkeys make better dorms than this."
  • "Benefits of being on the ground floor, moving in is easy. Consequences? Prone to flooding, fanfuckingtastic."
  • "So who wants to find out how many different ways we can make top ramen."
  • "So why do the upperclassmen need more security than the freshman again?"
  • "I think I'm going to tape a pillow to the ceiling so I stop waking up with bruises on my forehead."
  • "I've taken over the lounge because my roommate likes to keep our room in sub-zero temperatures."
  • "Benefits of having a gamer in your dorm, someone is bound to be up at 3 a.m."
  • "Why are you doing laundry at 2 a.m?"
  • "I cannot believe you want to go to Walmart at midnight."
  • "Fine as long as you are paying for my gas, I swear the things I do for you people."
  • "My roommate is gone for the week! I can finally have my bedroom at a decent temperature."
  • "In one bedroom you feel like you are in the arctic, another it's just a little bit cool. Then you get the lounge where it's a sauna."
  • "You call it a sauna, I call it room temperature."

Okay because this is my first ever photo set on here and I’m hella proud of my ugly ass for stepping out of my comfort zone and uploading these 😭 Not really feeling these at allllll (idk wtf I was doing with my hands half the time 😭) but the sun was doing me right today and I feel like I’m actually in an okay mood so why not? 😊 The color yellow ain’t really a norm for me but it’s got my confidence peaking just a little 😬 Happy Friday Y'all 💛☀️🌈 btw… yes, yes that is a pimple on my lip 😂

Creepypasta #1250: My Child Journalled His Afternoon

Length: Short

My little guy, only nine years old, is a lifeforce of nonstop energy and excitement. He constantly needs tasks or something to do, so on a particularly warm day a few weeks ago, I came up with an idea from my own childhood. 

When I was bored as a kid, I used to go around and document what I saw using a journal my mother gave to me. It wasn’t a thrilling read by any means, but it did allow for a creative outlet. Most of the writings were innocent in nature; usually just a stream of nonsensical and whimsical happenings of a typical young boy.

Anyway, I suggested this idea to my boy. Immediately, his eyes lit up and he was out the door with a pen and notebook sooner than I had the chance to say goodbye. Before he was able to run off, I called him back and told him to use my old journal instead, which was actually just an old composition book. It was in the back of my closet for god knows how long, but I thought he could use my old writings for inspiration. 

I watched as he sprinted down the sidewalk near the business end of our neighborhood. I’m not an overprotective parent and we live a safe area, so I wasn’t concerned. I laughed to myself, knowing that he’d probably scribble the same nonsense I had when I was his age.

About an hour passed, and as I was just getting done working in my garden, my boy returned and slowly walked up the driveway. His head was down as he crept towards me. Wiping my hands on my shirt, I greeted him.

“How’d it go? Find anything interesting?“ He looked up, and his face was wearing an expression of concern and disappointment. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“I-I didn’t do a good job.” He clutched the notebook to his chest. 

I nodded my head and looked down at him. “Can I read about it?” 

He looked back at me. He looked defeated, and was on the verge of tears. He set the notebook down and walked into the house. Figuring that I shouldn’t question his mood right away (his mother is better at dealing with his mood swings), I decided to read about his day.

Here was his day’s adventure:

“I’m sitting outside Mr. Hennecky’s hardware store. My dad bought a hammer there once. It is a metal one. Sometimes I can use it if I’m careful. Mr Hennecky’s store has a bench outside, so I am sitting here now. On the other end of the street is a drugstore, where I get ice cream after soccer sometimes. Vanilla is my favorite, chocolate is my dad’s favorite. 

The big tree next to the drug store has a lot of branches. Next to the tree are a few other stores and a coffee shop. My mom loves coffee so much she goes there a lot. There is a wiener dog walking away from me! He has two owners it looks like. I would love to get a dog. Now there is another dog by the drugstore across the street. I bet he wants to go in but he cant he’s a dog.

The large tree again next to the drug store there is someone sitting on the branches. The person is sitting on the branches. He is looking at me like how my neighbors dog looks at me when he hears a noise, his head is kind of sideways. The sun must be going down because it’s not shining on him and his eyes are dark. 

Mr. Hennecky must have a lot of customers today because there are a lot of people going inside. I think they might be getting hammers too unless they don’t need them then maybe they will get saws. There used to be a candy store around here but it closed I think. A girl from my class went there a lot.

The dog next to the drug store is going away now and the tree next to Walgreens is empty but has a lot of branches. The coffee shop doesn’t look busy but there is one man on a bench outside of it and his head is sideways looking I think it was the man who was in the big tree. He has long black hair it looks like an oil spill on our garage floor. He must be wearing sunglasses in his eyes because he is still dark in his eyes. Now his head is moved to the other side but still sideways. I think it’s time to go home I am bored.”

I shut the cover to the notebook and headed inside, not realizing until later that I had goosebumps for about 10 minutes after reading. Not really sure why. Maybe it was because the hardware store had also belonged to the Hennecky’s when I was a kid? Probably just an odd déjà vu.

As I got inside, I saw my son sitting at the kitchen table with his head balanced on his hands. I walked over to him and asked about his day.

“Don’t be upset!” I said. “These are some interesting things you wrote about here. Why don’t you tell me a little more about what happened?” I sat down next to him.

He looked confused. “Dad… I went to the playground instead. I didn’t write anything at all. That’s why I was upset because I felt bad. All of that in there was just your old stuff.”

I opened my mouth the speak, but the déjà vu became stronger. I looked over his head through the window to see a figure sitting on the fence-post in the backyard. His eyes were dark and his hair was oily. 

As he cocked his head to the side, he held one finger up to his lips in a “shh” gesture.

Credits to: Doomy22 (story)

I shouldn’t (Part 3)

Warnings: none (this chapter is setting the mood for the next smutty one)

Originally posted by alexhoghsource

You had never been keen about set romances but with Alex it was different, he had been after you for weeks, making it clear how much he cared about you and you were very attracted to him, inside and out. So you were glad that you two had gotten that close in the hottub.

As you got out Alex wrapped your robe around you from behind, holding you close for a while ‘I can’t tell you how happy I am right now’ pressing a kiss to your temple. 'Let’s go upstairs, your place or mine?’ you said with a smirk on your face. 'Mine, because it’s quicker’ 'One floor down is much quicker, you are right’ you both laughed as you got into the elevator, going up to Alex apartment which was one level below yours. He was hugging you and you were leaning your head against his chest for the quick ride up, enjoying the feeling of being close to him and feeling the excitement of your blossoming feelings for him. It has been a while since you had been dating someone due to your hectic schedule and you were looking forward to having him near you for the next months and maybe even after filming Vikings. You were easily attracted to others, but it took you some time to really fall for someone and you were just about to with Alex.

You left the elevator first and were surprised to see a girl waiting at Alex’ door step. She had blonde hair and gave off an icy vibe. She looked at you disapproving and annoyed, something told you that 'annoyed’ and 'judging’ were her favorite facial expressions. After she saw Alex behind you she ran up to him, jumping in his arms, kissing him wildly. 'Surprise baby’ she squealed, still hanging around his neck. 'I missed you soooo much, that’s why I came to Dublin earlier than planned. Now let’s go inside, I waited long enough out here and I can’t wait to have you all to myself.’ Again giving you to a look as if you were not worthy of standing in the same room as her. Alex was startled by her surprise but did not refuse to go inside his apartment with her. Leaving you standing outside his door, alone and in your soaked robe.

You stood there for a while still trying to figure out what had just happened. You had gone from over the moon to shocked, pissed and now deeply hurt. Why the fuck did you always fall for guys that were already taken? You were seriously questioning your choice in men. And how could Alex betray you like that? He had been the one that was chasing you for weeks not the other way around, he had been relentless in his efforts. Trying to get close to you all the time, leaving you little snacks and gifts in your trailer on set, being the perfect gentleman anytime you went out and making it clear to the others how much he cared for you. Why would he go through all this trouble if he had a girl anyway? 'What a dick’ you murmured to yourself after the lights had gone out in the hallway. You went up to your place and took a hot shower, trying to leave his scent and touch behind you. You were sitting on the couch trying to get some work done and reading scripts when you heard 'her’ squeal again and laughing. You weren’t even safe from the humiliation in your own home. You decided to call it a night and tried to fall asleep, dreading the morning when you had to share a ride with Alex and Marco to get to set 'Never fuck on set.. great job (y/n).. great fucking job.. urgh’ you were angry with yourself for letting Alex win you over and for making things difficult on set.

The next morning you got up early to get ready for set and were the first to arrive at the car, taken the front seat since you did not care to sit next to anyone throughout the drive. Marco was next, looking worse than yourself, dark circles around his eyes. You sat quietly as you waited for the remaining passenger, both lost in your own thoughts. You had to wait fifteen minutes for Alex to show up, closely behind him was the blonde girl. 'What the fuck?’ You said as they approached the car. You didn’t think she would be coming to set too, seems there was nowhere to run away from her. 'Oh, yeah that’s Alicia. She is a handful, loud and very much into Alex, she is on the show but has a minor part, yet she is always around. Don’t know what Alex sees in her to be honest.’ Marco said while shrugging his shoulders. 'Perfect’ you said to your self. Alicia squeezed in between Marco and Alex was, talking throughout the whole drive, never stopping. She was also never stopping to shower Alex with affection, holding his hands, kissing him, talking about 'us’ and 'we’. She made sure you knew your place and made sure it was not by Alex side. You couldn’t blame her for defending her man, if Alex was yours you would be all over him too.

The day on the set was equally annoying to the care ride. Alicia following you and the rest of the cast around, never leaving Alex side and taking in sharp breaths when you had to touch Alex in a mutual scene, you were happy that THE scene was still days away and would take place with only the absolute necessary staff.

Finally you had five minutes of peace in your trailer when you heard a knock 'Thanks for the reminder, I’ll be there in five’ you said. Thinking it would be one of the assistants reminding you of your schedule. You were lying on the couch and turned your head as you heard the door open. Seeing Alex trying to enter your trailer. 'Save it Alex, just fuck off.’ You were tired and didn’t care for his apologies. His behavior had made it clear what was going on. 'I don’t know what’s going on in your twisted mind, but congratulations you made me fall for you! Only to let me know you have a girlfriend right afterwards. So forgive me for not wanting to talk to you right now.’ You continued. 'She is not my girlfriend!’ He stated. 'Oh so she is just some random girl waiting at your doorstep, kissing you and then fucking you all night? I live above your apartment Alex, I could hear her. I really don’t get why you were trying so hard to win me over? Was it a bet or something? “let’s see if I can score the famous actress”’ you were angry and mocking him. You were surprised at your harsh reaction yourself, Alex probably meant more to you and had hurt you deeper than you wanted to admit. 

'I get that you are angry and I am incredibly sorry for what you had to witness last night but I can explain everything if you just give me a chance..’ he looked sad and worried and it made you curious as to what he had to say in his defence. 'Alicia and I -’ he started but was rudely interrupted by that all so familiar voice 'There you are my big strong Viking’ Alex was still standing in your doorway and you saw two arms snake around him from behind. You could see him roll his eyes as she took yet another chance from him to be with you in private. She had done so all day and he was very quiet around her but too polite to tell her to back off. 'I’ll see you on set.’ You said in your most professional tone, passing the two of them on your way out of the trailer.

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Dialogue in novels

There are barely any books without any dialogues. A story has to have the perfect balance between action and calm moments and a simple conversation is an easy way to give your readers a breather between action packed scenes. Characters can develop the story arc or even themselves by exchanging a few words with each other, but the catch is that it can be very boring for a reader when poorly executed.

First you have to understand how a basic conversation works between people. A tv-series, movies, other books, or even a conversation you had with your neighbours can be a good reference. When thinking of a conversation ask yourself why the conversation is happening and how it progresses the story. Everything that happens in your story should happen for a reason and dialogue is no exception.

If you are not sure if your dialogue is impotant, just write it! You can always cut it out of the book if necessary.

  • The first step in the actual writing is the easiest: Just do it. Usually we do not think too much about what we say when talking, unless the mood calls for something else. Try to write the entire conversation in one sitting, as your characters don’t suddenly walk away either.
    Don’t worry about body language and other details too much, yet. Instead focus on the words itself. You can even write it as if you were writing a script or screenplay.

AIDEN: What do you mean you’re a serial killer?
ABIGAIL: I killed two people, that makes me a serial killer, right?
AIDEN: Does it?
ABIGAIL: A series, multiple, two. I killed multiple people – two – I am now a serial killer.
AIDEN: Would you call a TV-show with two episodes a series?
ABIGAIL: A mini-series, I am a mini-serial killer.

  • The next step is to analyze your story. How fast are the characters talking? How do they talk? What are they feeling and how do they convey it in their conversation. The above dialogue is a short goofy conversation that could fit in a comedy/crime story. It is a relatively fast paced conversation and both characters are surprisingly calm, considering the topic. If you want you could make notes with the excising “Script” if you chose to do it that way. You can make notes about the emotions or when they take a break in their sentences. It is important to pause in their conversation to write about their emotion and/or body language when the character naturally pauses too, otherwise you are slowing the conversation down.  

AIDEN: What do you mean you’re a serial killer?
ABIGAIL: [PAUSE] I killed two people, [PAUSE] that makes me a serial killer, right?
AIDEN: Does it?
ABIGAIL: A series, multiple, two. [PAUSE getting slightly more desperate] I killed multiple people – two – I am now a serial killer.
AIDEN: [PAUSE] Would you call a TV-show with two episodes a series?
ABIGAIL: A mini-series, [PAUSE] I am a mini-serial killer.

  • The next step should be fairly easy, if you have figured out the natural flow of the conversation. Now you simply have to convert it to the style you want to use in the novel. Set the mood and remember that it is better to show how people are feeling than to tell the readers!

I did not expect the shriek that escaped Aiden’s mouth.

“What do you mean you’re a serial killer?” She jumped up from the wobbly chair with enough force that the candle on the table tipped over.

I stayed in my seat, watching the burning candle roll over the table, but I made no effort to stop it.
“I killed two people,” I said. “That makes me a serial killer, right?”

“Does it?”

“A series, multiple, two.” I continued. “I killed multiple people – two – I am now a serial killer.”

Aiden slowly reached for the candle.
“Would you call a TV-show with two episodes a series?”

I hesitated.
“A mini-series,” I stated. “I am a mini-serial killer.”

  • The most important step is to keep re-reading the things you have put down. Are there things that don’t work? What does work? Change what you do not like (in a new document) and keep comparing the changes you’ve made. Does it improve the flow? 

Keep practicing dialogue. Use prompts for inspiration and just write everything that comes to mind. Keep reading other works too and ask yourself why the writers chose to do it like this and how it could be improved. Never give up! :)

An Ode to Ryan Hawley’s Face In this Scene - Was rewatching and I couldn’t help myself…so Facedale!

[Hotel in Hotten with Robert and Lawrence]

ROBERT: *Knocks on door* 

LAWRENCE: *This is my moment Face* *Opens door* Why come in Robert.

ROBERT: *Enters* *Casually here for a business meeting Face* *Why is there no one else here Face* *Oh my god there’s a bed Face* *What the fuck have I gotten myself into Face* *Dear God Help Me Face* *Opens and closes mouth a few times* *Can’t find words* We’ve got a meeting in a bedroom?!?! Umm… 

LAWRENCE: Yes, Robert, we do.

ROBERT: *Abort Abort Face* Where are the others? *Sheer panic Face*

LAWRENCE: There are no others Robert. Just me and you. 

ROBERT: *Oh god I said that to Aaron once and I don’t think he felt like this after Face* #WhyPlotWhy

– scene break –

ROBERT: *Why am I still in this scene Face* 

LAWRENCE: Drink? It helps with the Plot. 

ROBERT: Yes please. 

LAWRENCE: I heard about your proposal to that other guy and all the bread and I just thought I’d set the mood with some sandwiches, you like sandwiches right?

ROBERT: Hummus and coriander are my favorite but I uhh… really need to be anywhere else but in this scene right now… *How did I get here Face* *This is Maxine’s fault and she’s usually so good to me Face*

LAWRENCE: How about instead you have a seat and I’ll willfully ignore the petrified look on your face?

ROBERT: *I want to die Face* *Sits down reluctantly*

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selfie venting sunday

So…with the new EP and the broken Mods (no this is not a “I blame EA post”), my game literally died a little and even without any CC everything was so terribly bugged that I just deleted everything and now am starting over. This will not affect Murphy’s Law in any way. Apart from me using new Defaults, little different clothing and probably not the Snow Mod anymore (Because this thing just keeps destroying my game, RIP). But the story stays the same and I’m sure you will still recognize the characters xD

URGH BIG MOOD. Like I’m so super annoyed with the game right now, I think I’ll just play casually before I get into posing and making screenies for the story. (I have a little queue set, so the story continues for you without problems - I hope). But I’m not sure if I should document my gameplay at all over here because my blog literally is a mess. Fuck me I guess.

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Instant Crush (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by TONS OF PEOPLE: After a night out, you fall into a fight with Grayson.
Word Count: 2,034
Warnings: Angry, angry Gray. Lots of swearing, mentions of abuse.
A/N: THIS WAS SO HEAVILY REQUESTED. I literally got 4 of these requests every day and I am here to just say.. Your wish is my command. I don’t even know what to think of this one, I’m sorry if it didn’t reach your expectations. (Title from Daft Punk’s Instant Crush.)

DISCLAIMER: In no way am I condoning this, nor do I think this is a healthy relationship. This is pure fiction. If someone every treats you like this, please get out of the relationship while you can because this is abuse.

If somebody told you that your night would end up in tears, shattered glass, bruised fists and sore throats from screaming, you would never have believed them.

The night had started out good. You and Grayson drove around town, watching the beautiful sunset at the beach before heading over to a Bistro not far away, where your boyfriend had booked you two a table. You had dressed up extra nicely just for Grayson, hair in curly wisps, makeup extra dark and a red dress with a plunging v-neck. And that was your first error.

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anonymous asked:

Are you in the camp concerned about sex between Jughead and Toni? I️ know there are a lot of great points why it theoretically could happen, but just based on everything we know, I️ don’t foresee that at all. It appears to be that the kiss alone is going to be drama enough for Betty to accept. I️ don’t think her character would ever allow to forget that. Forgive, sure, but I️ think she’d recognize it’s too much for her.

Riverdale is great at setting a mood and telling an interesting story. But it has well-documented issues with pacing and, more recently, some pretty big issues with character consistency. So, I, for one, am having a hard time predicting how Jughead will act this season. With that in mind, I’ve spent the last few days preparing for any of the possible scenarios:

  • Jug immediately realizes he has no feelings for Toni, tells her so, and informs Betty about the kiss right away. She won’t be pleased but it won’t be a dealbreaker because she’ll recognize that they were both in the midst of a crisis and not making the best decisions.
    • OR he doesn’t tell Betty and she finds out some other way (i.e. sees Toni and Jughead interacting and puts two and two together, Toni tells her). She’s understandably pissed, they fight, but eventually she forgives him because again, crisis, bad decision-making, etc.
  • Jug keeps riding that line between flirtation and friendship with Toni and it eventually causes huge problems in his relationship with Betty.
    • This would definitely include more questionable moments between him and Toni, and would absolutely mean that he doesn’t tell Betty about the kiss right away. It’s Not a Good Look.
  • Jug has “I can’t believe my girlfriend just broke up with me” sex with Toni.
    • Fans riot, Vanessa Morgan has to go into hiding, and 60 years from now we tell our grandchildren epic stories about the Great Tumblr Meltdown of 2017.
  • The show literally just pretends the kiss never happened and we all spend the next 17 episodes going, “WTF???”

I think the first two scenarios are a LOT more likely than the last two. And I think sex between Jughead and Toni is almost definitely not going to happen, based on:

  • Jughead’s almost certainly a virgin who can’t drive (< /clueless >) and while a kiss is one thing, jumping into bed with someone he may or may not even have feelings for doesn’t really seem like his style even if he is in Self Destruct mode.
  • Cole Sprouse has hinted that whatever is happening between Jug and Toni won’t have a lasting impact on his relationship with Betty. Again, sex is a big deal, especially when you’re a teenager and I just can’t fathom an iteration on this story in which Jug sleeps with someone else and Betty just rolls with it.
  • The BTS pictures we’ve gotten that seem to indicate Bughead reconcile pretty quickly.

Still… if someone had asked me at the beginning of Season 2 whether I thought it was possible for Jug to willingly kiss another girl five episodes in, I would have said absolutely not. So I am not ruling anything out. I will be watching the next few episodes like this:

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

Trains (ED)

hey wassup! Here’s a requested imagine for y’all!

Warnings: none

Requested by Anon: “Can you write an Ethan imagine about meeting in some obscure way please!

Word count: 1607

Hope you enjoy!


The cold wind bit into my skin, and I shoved my hands deeper into my sweatshirt in an effort to stay warm in the massive train yard. The huge, but long since abandoned trains loomed in front of me like ghosts, but I wasn’t scared. They were comforting in a way, chipped and dull red and brown paint and splintered wood. This yard was long and empty, with rusted tracks littered with soda cans, chips of paint, cigarettes, and other various trash items. I stepped over all of them carefully as I made my way to my destination.

My boots crackled against the hard gravel and dirt as I finally reached the huge open platform to one of the old cargo trains. The cement would be cold, but I didn’t care. I wiped the sweat off my hands and hiked up my jeans before grabbed the ledge and hauling myself up with a degree of difficulty and soft grunt.

I settled myself down and looked into the slowly sinking sun. Oranges, reds, and pinks sprayed across the sky like the paints I had stashed in my room in Monterey. Not my home, I didn’t have any of those. But somewhere I associated myself with. Everything was silent and calm. Perfect.

Just cold.

I hated the cold. But California was usually chilly at night. Not so much in L.A., but up in the middle ish parts of the state where I was now.

The sound of approaching footsteps almost knocked me off my platform. Police often patrolled these areas to make sure there were no squatters, and even though I wasn’t one of them, I didn’t want to get caught here. I had had my fair share of way too close calls. I considered ducking behind the wall of the car, or just making a run for it, my mind racing at 100 miles a minute.

But it wasn’t a police officer. It was a boy, looking about my age. A sharp jaw with a bit of scruff was framed his features nicely. Ruffled dark hair poked out from under a blue beanie, and his hands were tucked into a large black hoodie.

I didn’t move until he noticed me, his eyes piercing right through me. I shifted my weight, debating on whether or not to run. Stranger danger, as my parents had always told me. But he held out his hand calmly in what seemed like an attempt to stop me from running.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice smooth and sweet and drippy with tiredness like honey. “I’m just out for a walk.”

“Okay,” I said. Why I said it I have no idea. I should have been getting the hell out of there.

“Can I come and sit with you?” He questioned. “I’m just kind of wandering.”

“I don’t know. How do I know you’re not going to murder me?”

“I just said I wouldn’t hurt you and you said ‘okay’,” He laughed, his eyes crinkling up in the corners.

“Fair enough,” I shrugged, scooting over. He swung himself up next to me easily. I knew he must have been hiding some serious muscles under that hoodie.

“I’m Ethan,” he started, catching his breath, and extending a hand out to me.

“Y/N,” I said shyly, but shaking his hand. It was warm and large, practically engulfing mine.

“Beautiful name,” he commented, shifting his weight and getting settled.

A blush rose to my cheeks. “Thanks. I-I like the name Ethan too.”


There was a pause where we sat in surprisingly comfortable silence, me sitting cross legged and him sitting with his legs dangling down over the edge of the platform.

“So what are you doing all the way out here?” He started.

“I dunno. Needed to get away, I guess.”

I could ask him the same question, but he nodded softly in such a way that I knew he was feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“The city gets stressful,” I continued, earning another nod from him.

“Where do you live?” He began, and then paused. “I realize that sounds like a very serial killer-esque thing to say as we are sitting on an abandoned train in the middle of nowhere, but I promise, I’m just trying to keep a conversation. Where are you from, I mean.”

I gave a small laugh, looking down at my lap.

“S’alright. I’m from Anaheim.”

“Damn, that’s a long way from here. I’m from North L.A., well, Iive there, I’m originally from Jersey.”

“Cool. And yeah, I took a bus up here.”

“How’re you going to get home then?”

“Uh, take another bus?”

“But it’ll be so late. What will your parents think?”

“They don’t care. They’re both out for business and won’t be home until next week.”

“Oh,” He nodded. Another pause ensued.

“I miss my parents,” he said sadly after a while, playing with his fingers as he stared into the rapidly darkening sky.

“Me too,” I whispered. “Are yours not here in Cali with you?”

“No, they’re back in New Jersey.”

“How old are you then? You look like you could be 16 or 23 and if it’s the latter I probably should be running right about now,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’m only 17,” he chuckled.

“Same. But you live across the country from your parents? How does that work?”

“My brother and I, well, we started our career as internet personalities, and I made sense to send us out here where everything happens. More opportunities.”

“Yeah. That makes sense.”

“You’re not going to judge me?” He looked carefully at me, examining my face.

“Huh? What for?”

“Being, I dunno, ugh I hate the word, but “famous”,” he made air quotes as he said it.

“Well, maybe if I knew who you were, I would be excited to meet you. But I’m not judging you. You’re just a normal person, right? Just Ethan.”

He relaxed with a sigh, his shoulders that I hadn’t realized had been tense finally drooping.

“Thanks. A lot of people when they meet me regardless of if they already know who I am or have never heard of me try to use me. And my brother, of course.”

“I’m sorry. That must be hard.”

“Yeah. That’s why I don’t really tell people if they’re clueless.”

“So then why did you tell me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The sun was setting deeply, casting a beam of golden light onto the boy’s dark eyes, making them glow a golden hazel.

“I dunno. You seem different, I guess.”

“I mean I am sitting on a train in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, a smile breaching his full lips.

The comfortable silence returned until he spoke again.

“The world’s awful big isn’t it?”

“Do you always talk in these philosophical sentences?”

“No, no,” he laughed. “Just in a mood right now. This is a very aesthetic place for philosophical thoughts.”

I giggled. “Yeah, I guess it is. I like it here. Where’s your favorite place? Besides home, of course.”

“I dunno. I’ve been to London, that was pretty cool. So was Australia. It was beautiful there.”

“Wow. I’ve never been outside of the country. I like Monterey though. It’s beautiful there too.”

“I’ve never been.”

“I’ve taken a bus all the way up there a few times. When my parents are out of town. I stay at my friend’s house. She lives right on the water.”

Why I was telling this stranger everything about myself I had no idea. But it was almost like he wasn’t a stranger, that we had known each other for years.

“I love the ocean,” he said simply.

I nodded.

“So, miss Y/N, it’s getting to be really late. Can I walk you to the station?”

“Sure. Again, I should be running, but…” I shrugged and went to hop off the platform. Ethan had already dropped down and reached up to help me.

I slid off the edge and he took my waist in his rough hands, carefully setting me down with a quick smile. My sides tingled at his touch.

And so we set off across the train yard, walking close together, bundled into our sweatshirts against the bitter wind.

We didn’t say much. But that was alright with me. Just his company was enough.

By the time we reached the bus station, it was long after dark, the street lamps shining yellow among the lines of palm trees.

“Well, thanks for walking me. Where are you headed now?”

“My car’s a few lots over.”

“Oh, cool.”

“I’ll wait with you, though. Unless you want me to leave.”

“No, no. Please stay.”

He tucked his hands into his sweatpants pockets, rocking back and forth onto his toes in an effort to stay warm as we waited.

Suddenly he turned to me.

“Is it weird if ask for your number?”

“Not at all, here,” I said, pulling out my phone to hand to him. We exchanged phones and he punched in his number as I did the same.

“I’ll text you?” He grinned, slipping his hands back into his pockets along with his phone.


The old bus pulled into the station with a screech and hiss of the brakes.

“Well, it was really nice to meet you. Thanks for not killing me,” I said with a soft laugh.

“No problem.” His eyes twinkled again and I couldn’t hold back a smile.

“I’ll see you, hopefully, Y/N,” he gave a quick wave and was off, huddling under his sweatshirt.

“Bye,” I called softly, and stepped into the bus.

B.A x Reader #4

Prompt: Barry being upset that you didn’t tell him about the new guy you’re getting cozy with.

You hummed happily as you entered the cortex.

“Hi, guys! I brought donuts and coffee.” You set down the box of donuts in front of Cisco and handed the coffees to Caitlin. Barry got up from his spinning chair and walked toward you, bumping your shoulder lightly.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” he teased, tilting his head as he watched you drop your handbag on the desk and sit down in your chair.

“I am! It’s been a good week,” you sigh blissfully, smiling brightly. “Whoops! I forgot something in my car, I’ll be right back guys!”

The three people watched you dash out of the cortex, the only thing they could see was your hair as your turned the corner.

“Wonder what’s got her so happy,” Barry hummed, smiling at his partners.

Caitlin looked down at her coffee and removed the lid. “Does it matter? It’s a good thing, right?”

Cisco grinned evilly, snapping his fingers. “Ooooh! You guys don’t know, do you? Haha, [Y/n] told me what’s up…”

Barry and Caitlin looked at Cisco.

“Of all people-”

“She told you?”

Cisco nodded, running his hands together. He spared a glance over his shoulder at the entrance of the cortex them motioned for the Barry and Cailin to get closer. “There’s this guy-”

“A guy?” Barry interrupted, brows furrowed and tone laced with incredulously. “You’re lying. She hasn’t told me anything about a-a guy!”

“Dude, seriously! I’m not done talking. Anyway, her and this guy have been getting closer lately and apparently they went on a date last night-”

“Guys, I’m back!”

Barry flashed away from Cisco as Cisco and Caitlin scrambled to look  occupied.

“I’ll tell you later!” Cisco mouthed to Barry and Caitlin, both of who responded by nodding silently.

You rounded and entered the cortex to see Barry running on the treadmill, Caitlin furiously tapping away on her tablet, and Cisco going through the cities cameras.

“Oh, hey girl,” Cisco greeted, before looking back at the screen.

You stood there watching the three people work, suspicion pooling at the pit of your stomach for a few seconds before you shrugged lightly and brushed past them and into the med bay.

It had been about five days since the conversation with Caitlin and Cisco and Barry was dying.

Not literally, of course, but he felt extremely betrayed that over a week had passed since your date with that guy and you had yet to mention it to him at all. You had been so happy and mellow that Barry had thought you would at least have shared simply because as your best friend he had a right to know what was making you so happy. But you didn’t say anything to him; it was tearing him apart inside.

Barry was so lost in his thoughts that he had sped over the limit on the treadmill and ran straight into the wall.

Alarmed, Caitlin and you rushed toward Barry while Cisco looked up from the cortex.

“Barr, are you okay?” You asked, grabbing his face and looking over it. Barry huffed as you looked up and down his body, looking for injuries.

“His vitals are fine,” Cailin promised, giving Barry a hand while you give him one of yours.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barry muttered.

“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.” You insisted.

“Yea- actually, no. I’m not fine. We need to talk.” Barry didn’t wait for you as he lead you out of the cortex and around the corner.

You followed after him with a raised brow, leaving your tablet with Caitlin and shrugging when Cisco asked what was happening.

“What’s up?” You asked, looking up at Barry, worried.

Barry had his back turned to you. It looked like he was rubbing his hands down his face. He turned around slowly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t tell me.” He said.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you tilted your head. “Tell you what?”

Barry rolled his eyes. He was completely vexed and you didn’t need to be a detective to know that; you didn’t know the reason why though. “About the guy.”

You squinted slightly, nodding. “Yeah… and?”

“Were you even going to tell me?” Barry questioned, his lips curling slightly.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I was… at some point.”

When?” Barry snarled.

Oh hell no. Who the Fuck does he think he’s talking to? You threw your hands up and walked toward Barry, “What’s with the interrogation, huh?” Your tone was no longer friendly or playful, but Barry was hardly about to back down.

“I want to know why you didn’t tell me about your little boyfriend!”

“Because it’s none of your business, that’s why!” You shot back.

“It is my business-”

You looked up at Barry, pointing a finger into his chest. “You’re not my father or my mother, Bartholomew! It’s not my job to report back to you everything that happens in my love life, you understand?”

Barry clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. With much difficulty, he was able to bite his tongue.

“Barry, you’re my friend- my best friend-”

Barry ran his hand down the crook of his neck roughly. “I am your best friend,” he interrupted.

“Exactly. And as such, you need to get off my back about this. I wasn’t ready to tell you-”

Barry tried to bite his tongue again, he really did but, “then why did you tell Cisco?”

You threw your hands up, nearly smacking Barry’s face. “He found out on accident! Okay? I wasn’t ready to tell any of you, but when I was, you were going to be the first to know!”

Barry bit his lip, taking steady breaths. “I-I’m sorry.”

You scoffed at him; now you were the one that was annoyed. “Honestly, Barry, sometimes you’re such a self-centered asshole. You’re pissed because I didn’t tell you about a guy I’ve been talking to and you hid the fact that you were The Flash from me for nearly a year?! And even when I did find out, I never got offended or upset that other people knew your secret and I didn’t. I was always supportive of you despite the fact that I was basically the last to find out the biggest secret of your life and never once got into you about it-”

Barry sighed, looking down shamefully. “I know, I’m sorry, [Y/n]. You’re right-” Barry tried to reach out to you to bring you into his embrace.

You slapped his hand away roughly and shook your head. “I need some time alone, Barry. Don’t follow me.”

Barry opened his mouth and almost did follow you, but he knew deep down that he had screwed up big time. He had let his jealousy as a friend and his jealousy as what he hoped he could be more of than a friend get between his emotions and his thoughts and now, between You and him.

Barry groaned and smacked the back of his head against the wall, not even caring about the sharp pain on his head. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and cursed himself, feeling like a complete piece of garbage.

for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (1/8) - dare

The speed with which Brian’s priorities could flip was enough to give him whiplash. That was part of the problem. One moment he was freaking out about his life, his career, this ever-increasing feeling that the walls were closing in on him, and the next that was all secondary to how careful Katya sounded over the phone and how he must be feeling. 

(AN: who’s ready for 4k of unmitigated sadness broken up by a few bad jokes? i have the whole thing outlined though and i promise a happy ending. no warnings apply and none of this is real. this fic is canon set sometime this upcoming august; i use “katya” and “brian” for clarity and he/him pronouns out of drag for both. once again, not established relationship, but established something. (and belated thanks to everyone who liked or responded to “here comes the breath before”! i appreciate you all.))

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Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When You Meet Him]


[f/n]= first name

When You Meet Him:

    I tug on my hoodie so that it presses tighter against my skin, but the hoodie doesn’t help as the crisp autumn air breezes past me, leaving behind goosebumps. It’s finally fall; the leaves are finally becoming tinted by warm colors, the night air finally carrying a refreshing chill. But more importantly, it’s finally October. The month of Halloween!

    Truth be told, I’m a crazy fanatic for all things creepy. I often indulge myself in horror stories, games, and movies. Halloween to me is what Christmas is for others. So rather than treating it like a one day holiday, I celebrate Halloween for the whole month of October. And this year, I’ve found a very interesting place to visit to get in the Halloween spirit. I’ve been hearing rumors of a thick forest that many people tend to get lost in. Many scary stories have originated from that forest, and the manor that is rumored to exist within it.

I am currently heading for said forest as a full moon shines brightly above me. I readjust the slightly heavy bookbag so that it sits more comfortably on my shoulder. I had filled it with various equipment, particularly survival equipment, so that I can be prepared for whatever situation is thrown at me. Now then, what shall I find in this sacred, horrific forest?


Once I enter the dense forest, I become surrounded by pitch black darkness as the moonlight becomes blocked by the trees. I zip open my backpack and dig around until I find the flashlight. I click it on, but the light is only enough to illuminate what is right in front of me. Well, darkness my friend, you really know how to set the mood. The forest is deathly quiet except for the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. Paranoia of being watched settles in my mind, which makes my heart race in anticipation.

I trail the light around the forest, trying to see if there is anything out there in the darkness. With a start, I realize I am no longer on the forest trail. I was being so careful to stay on the path, what happened? I try to retrace my steps, but I become more panicked as I realize I can’t find the path. I’m utterly lost! Will I become another person who disappeared in this forest?

Something white catches my attention, and I edge towards it to find a note pinned to a tree. Scribbled on it is the message, ‘Behind you.’ A flare of paranoia causes me to tremble slightly. This must be a prank from someone who was here before, it has to be. Still, ever so slowly, I turn around to look behind me.

And I am faced with a faceless being. A shrill scream rips from my throat as I back away from the creature, but I slam against the tree. My eyes are locked on the white, faceless man in paralyzed fear as he edges closer to me. Before I can force my body to move, tentacles gently wrap around my arms and legs so that running is no longer an option. He brings his face close to mine, as if he was inspecting me despite having no eyes.

“How curious,” a voice says, projected in my mind. He raises a hand and strokes my face curiously, but I find myself unable to look away from him. “Something is…different about you.”

I swallow heavily and will myself to talk. “W-wh-what do y-you mean?” I stutter out.

“I’m not sure myself,” the voice responds. “Interesting.” I squeak in fear when suddenly he lifts me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. “You are lost, yes? I shall take you to safety.” I say nothing as he carries me, too scared that I’ll say something that will make him snap. So instead, I close my eyes and will all of this to be a dream. But when I open my eyes, I find myself at a manor. He opens the door with a tentacle and carries me inside. I soak in the interior of the manor until eventually he takes me into a room with only a luxurious looking bed.

He gently sets me down on the floor, but my legs are so wobbly that I fall over. He catches me, holding me still until I am able to stand. I back away as far as I can from him, and he continues to seemingly stare at me. “Rest, child,” the voice orders me to do. “You are safe. Get some rest, and we shall chat once you have a more calm demeanor.”

“W-what are you?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“You may call me Slenderman,” he tells me. “Goodnight.” And with that, he shuts the door. I wait awhile before bolting to the door, but sure enough, it’s locked. With no chance of escape, I slump onto the bed. Slenderman, was it? For a monster, he was surprisingly civil. But what does he want from me? The thought of it does my mind and heart no good. I didn’t think I would be able to, but eventually I fall asleep. I can only hope that he continues to be civil.

He may look like a monster, but you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right? I can only hope so.



I tried to stay on the forest trail, but at some  point I managed to lose it. Unable to find it again, I desperately wander around aimlessly in hopes of finding the trail, or at the very least, shelter. I need to stay calm. Even if I’m lost, I’m sure that once it’s daylight I’ll be able to find the trail. I keep on walking until I notice a building looming in the distance. Is it the rumored manor? Regardless, I’ve found my shelter for the night. I keep walking until I am standing in front of the manor’s entrance door.

Fear is replaced with a sense of excitement. It looks like a haunted house! I came here for the thrill, after all. So I open the door and enter the vast manor, ready to explore. Cautiously, I examine room after room. The manor is decorated with old fashioned furniture, like from the Victorian era. I head up the stairs after I’ve had the first floor thoroughly examined.

A lot of the rooms are rather simple, is what I thought until I reached a certain room. All of the rooms were void of modern technology, all except this one. A T.V. sits on the floor, a gaming console laying in front of it. I closer inspect the gaming console to find only one game available, The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. Childhood nostalgia washes over me as I smile fondly at the game. As a lover of video games, the fact that I found one in a seemingly haunted house thrills me. I’m going to play it! That is, if I’m able. I make sure the T.V. is plugged in before flipping it on. It works! The game menu automatically fills the screen, so I settle down on the floor and grab the controller.

I notice that there is already a save file, titled BEN. I’m curious about the person who played this file. Who was he, and why was he playing this game here, of all places? Well, playing his file won’t reveal anything, and I want to start the game from the beginning, so I create my own file titled Link. The game works pretty well, except for one small glitch: sometimes I’m called BEN instead of Link. But it doesn’t bother me, so I ignore it. I get rather absorbed in the game, and before I know it, I’m hours into the game. I’m starting to get rather bored of it, so I decide to try something new: the “4th Day” glitch. I had tried to do it before a few times in the past, but I could never get the timing right. I head to the astronomer’s tower and wait for the right time before looking in the telescope. Ah, I did it!

But when I exit the telescope, I find myself in the final boss’s arena, with Skull Kid floating above me. This wasn’t supposed to happen! But instead of getting creeped out, I actually get excited. I explore the arena, with Skull Kid always watching me. Eventually, a message pops up asking me if I want to go the lair of the temple’s boss. Curious, I don’t hesitate to press Yes. I’m teleported to a completely empty Clock Town. A reverse version of the Song of Healing is playing, making it sound like the song belongs in a horror game. In fact, it feels like I am playing a horror game. I love horror games! So I continue to explore this alternate Clock Town, a smile playing on my lips. Whatever this glitch is, I’m really enjoying it. I discover many horror game worthy moments, and the more I discover, the more excited I get.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” a voice says, startling me.

“Who’s there?” I ask without thinking, already searching the room for either a place to hide or a weapon to defend myself.

“I’m called Ben,” the voice replies with a snicker, and to my horror a person starts coming out of the T.V. I shriek and start crawling away from the boy who looks like Link. But suddenly he is looming over me, preventing me from moving any farther. He lifts my chin with his finger so I’m forced to look him in his blackened, bloody eyes. “See, this is the reaction I wanted.”

As I tremble beneath him, he inspects me closely. “You’re strange,” he tells me. “Normally, you humans are bothered by my alternate game reality. But you, you were enjoying it!” He chuckles at me, inching closer to me so that I can only see his eyes. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you around. It gets rather boring over here.” He gets off of me, allowing me to scramble to my feet.

I try to run to the door, but Ben appears to glitch in front of me, slamming the door shut. “What do you want from me?” I ask, on the verge of tears.

“Your company,” he tells me with a smirk. “You’re not leaving here any time soon.” Does he really only want my company? I can only hope so, and if that is the case, I need to be on my best behavior. I can be his friend if that means I can stay alive.

I used to wish video games could be real. I really wish I hadn’t.


Jeff the Killer:

    Where am I? I had gotten so distracted with searching the area that I unknowingly strayed from the forest trail. I search for the path, but to no avail. Now what am I to do? In the dark, it seems pointless to keep searching for the path, so I’m going to start looking for shelter and try again in the morning. Hey, maybe I’ll find something interesting! That’s what I’m here for, after all.  

    However, the dead silence is actually starting to get to me, so I start humming cheerfully to break the silence. I keep scanning the forest with my flashlight, but so far nothing has caught my eye. Ah, wait, I think I hear something! I stop humming and stay still so I can listen carefully. Somewhere in the forest, I hear something walking. My body tenses in response, but I try to keep calm. Most likely, it’s just a deer or something. But just in case, I crouch down and turn off my flashlight in hopes that I’ll be less visible to whatever is out there.  

    “I see you,” a voice sings in the dark. Shit, someone’s out there! Ok, I’d rather not fight, so it’s time to flee. I slow down my shaky breath and quietly edge towards the shadows. He claims he sees me, but I don’t see him. The moment I see him, I’ll bolt. “Where’re you going? You haven’t even introduced yourself yet!”

    Suddenly a person bursts out from the bushes, heading straight for me. I scream briefly as I jolt to my feet and run as fast as I can from him. But to my terror, he is rapidly catching up to me. There’s no way I’ll be able to outrun him! I spot a rock lying ahead of me, so I pick up speed and swoop down, rapidly picking it up as I run. I swivel around and throw the rock at him as hard I as can. It smashes straight into his face, causing him to stop in his tracks. I should keep running, I know I should keep running, but I can’t help but watch to see what happens next. The man raises a hand to his face, swiping away the blood leaking from his nose. He looks at me, then gives me a very wide, eerie smile. He licks the blood on his hand while he watches me.

“Not bad,” he tells me. I shudder at the sight of him, at the tone of his voice, then I rapidly start running away from him. As I’m running, I keep searching for anything else I can use as a weapon.

“Ah!” I scream as I trip against a tree root that had been concealed by leaves and shadows. I thud heavily against the ground, the forest debris scratching me as I skid against it. I feel a hand grip my jacket, and I’m flipped around so I’m face to face with my pursuer.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, and you are?” he asks me with his wide grin, proceeding to pin me to the ground.

“Please don’t!” I sob, wriggling under him to try and release his grip, but he holds me firmly.

He reaches into his his hoodie and pulls out a knife. He brings the tip of the knife to my chest, twirling it around against my skin. “I asked you for your name,” he says more firmly.

“[f/n],” I say quietly as tears leak from my eyes. He brings a thumb to my face, wiping away my tears. He brings his thumb to his mouth and licks the tears, eying me all the while. He brings his face close to mine, inspecting me.

“Hmm,” he hums, then breaks into a grin. His scarred, horrific grin. “You have quite the arm, [f/n]! Got me real good with that rock.” He fiddles with a strand of my hair as he continues to look me over. I hold my breath as I anxiously watch him to see what he’ll do. “Quite interesting that you fought back. Usually people keep running from me. I like you!” Suddenly, he pinches the edges of my lips and forces me to smile. His eyes glint with a strange emotion as tells me, “And you look great with a smile.”

I whimper slightly at his touch, certain that I’ll either be raped, killed, or both. But to my surprise, he gets off of me. However, he grips my hand tightly as he lifts me to my feet, preventing me from escaping. As he drags me along with him, I hesitantly ask him, “W-where are you taking me?”

“Home,” he replies. He turns to me with a smirk. “I want to show off to the guys the treasure I found today.” I’m starting to feel nauseous. He has friends? What is going to happen to me?

I don’t know, but I can only hope that the fact he considers me his ‘treasure’ means he isn’t planning to kill me. I give him a shaky smile in hopes of appeasing him.

Please, I don’t want to die.


Ticci Toby:

Welp, I’m undeniably lost. For what feels like hours now, I have been searching for either the path or shelter. And with my luck, it seems I can’t find either one. I’m starting to feel cold, so I guess I’ll just build a fire to warm up. Sleeping on the ground won’t be that bad, I guess, as long as it doesn’t rain. I can’t see the sky due to the cover of the trees, but I doubt it’s gonna rain, so I should be good. I start gathering various branches and dry foliage, piling it all together until I feel like there is enough. I zip open my bookbag and start digging for my lighter. Once I find it, I light a branch, the flames slowly spreading until eventually I have a small fire going.

Ah, that’s much better. I settle down on the ground, holding up my hands close to the fire to feel its radiating warmth.

“Hey there, Lyra!” a voice suddenly calls right beside me.

I squeak in surprise and jump away from the man who showed up out of nowhere. “Who are you?” I blurt out as I scramble away.

He laughs at me as  he settles on the ground. “I’m your brother! Quit messing around,” he replies, his head twitching as he talks.

I stare at him in confusion, debating in my head if I should run or if I should try to talk things out. His head keeps twitching, and I can’t make out his facial expressions with the smiling mask and goggles he is wearing, but he seems friendly enough. He is casually warming his hands by the fire, as if he is a friend of mine. I don’t sense immediate danger, so I decide to talk things out. “I’m not your sibling,” I inform him.

Suddenly he inches closer to me so he can see me better. Confusion clouds his eyes as he stares at me. “Who are you? I don’t have any siblings.” What? But he just called himself my brother!  

“I’m [f/n],” I tell him.

He scratches his twitching head. “[f/n], huh,” he repeats. He looks at me again, and suddenly he jumps to his feet. “Who are you?” he shouts.

I jump to my feet when I sense anger rolling off of him. I suddenly notice that he has two hatchets clipped to his jeans. I’m not sticking around, there is something clearly wrong with this guy! I swirl around and dash away from him, and the sound of stomping feet alerts me that he is chasing after me.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he screams at me, and I don’t bother making sense of his words. I just need to focus on outrunning him! But suddenly, something whizzes past me, barely missing my head, and buries itself into a tree in front of me. He threw a hatchet at me! Oh God, he still has another one! I just barely missed getting hit the first time!

I can’t keep running, or I just may get hit. So I toss myself to the ground, causing the man to trip over me. As he thuds against the ground, I jump on top of him and pin him down. I try to clip off the hatchet with my trembling hands, and for once, luck is on my side. I manage to get the hatchet off of him, and raise it threateningly. He stares at me in confusion again, and mutters, “[f/n]?”

“Who are you?” I ask him angrily.

“Ah, I’m Ticci Toby, you can just call me Toby though!” he says cheerfully.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Ok, Toby, I’m going to get up. If you try anything, I’ll chop you with this hatchet,” I tell him. He nods in affirmation, so I slowly get off of him with the hatchet raised. He slowly gets on his feet as I back away from him, refusing to take my eyes off of him.

“Well, it was nice meeting y-,” he starts, then suddenly lunges at me. I scream and swing the hatchet, but he swiftly dodges it and yanks it from my hand. He tosses it to the ground, then pulls me into his arms. He hugs me tightly, so tightly I can feel his heart beating rapidly against me.

“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you,” he says, sounding genuinely kind. “I’m sorry I scared you, I tend to have mood swings.” I say nothing as he holds me, too scared that he’ll suddenly flip again. He pulls away and takes my hand, tugging me with him. He picks up his hatchet and pulls the other out of the tree, re-clipping them back onto his jeans. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Home?” I ask him, my voice shaking. “You know where I live?”

“No, silly!” he responds. “My home! Well, now it’s your home, too.”

“What do you mean?” I squeak out.

“You’re going to live with me and my family from now on!” he says happily.

What should I do? I don’t think arguing is a good idea, he’ll just snap again. So for now, I’ll play along. I nod at him silently and obediently allow him to lead me to a manor.

I’ll escape as soon as I can, or else I’m surely doomed.


Eyeless Jack:

    Um, where am I? I glance around to find that I have no idea where the path is. I was too lost in my daydreams, and this is what happens. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Well, I don’t even know which direction I came from now, so backtracking is a no go. I guess I’ll just roam around and hope I’ll find shelter.

I keep on walking for what feels like forever, yet I find no shelter. Great, just great. I don’t have much time to be depressed, however, when I hear some rustling in the distance. What is that? I stay still and listen attentively, but the noise stops. I guess it was just an animal. I keep on walking, when suddenly I hear something above me. I look up, and somebody jumps from a tree, landing in front of me.

I scream shrilly as I find myself face to face with a blue mask and eyeless sockets. My body kicks in faster than my mind, for I find myself running away from whoever that man is. I can’t hear him chasing after me, so I quickly glance behind me to see if he is still there. Except I should of been looking where I was going. Suddenly there is no ground, and I’m falling through the air. I tumble down the cliff, my head banging roughly against rocks. When I hit solid ground, the world is spinning around me. Is that…is that my blood? A fuzzy figure appears beside me, his head titled curiously.

“No,” I moan to the blue masked man. “Please.” But I can say no more, for the world dulls to blackness.


    I moan slightly as I awake, my hand cradling my aching head. Where am I? The world starts to come into focus, and the smell of antiseptics invades my nostrils. I find myself laying on a surgeon’s table in a room filled with medical equipment. My hand brushes against rough fabric wrapped around my head. It seems someone treated me while I was knocked out. Who?

    “Hello,” a soft, raspy voice greets me. I jump a bit, startled. I search for the source of the voice, and find him sitting in a chair.

“You!” I scream, jumping off the table. The blue masked man! He calmly watches me, yet makes no move towards me. I quickly pick up a scalpel that was laying on a table, the nearest object I could I grab. “Who are you?” I ask, raising the scalpel threateningly.

“Jack,” he says, his voice eerily quiet. He’s blocking the only exit, so there is no getting past him.

“Please, let me go,” I beg of him.

He watches me silently, but eventually speaks up. “That wound on your head needs constant treatment, or it will get infected.”

I reach up and prod the bandage. “Were you the one who treated me?” I ask. He nods. “Why?”

“I’m not sure,” he replies. “You were bleeding, bound to die. But I didn’t want that to happen. I know a lot about the medical field, so I treated you. You needed stitches.” I shudder at the image of him threading my skin. “Your treatment is not complete.” He stands up, slowly moving towards me.

“Stay back!” I scream, but he doesn’t listen. I start slashing at him with the scalpel, but he doesn’t even flinch. He roughly grabs my wrist, stopping my wild slashing. He forces the scalpel out of my hand and drags me back to the surgeon’s table.

“Rest,” he orders. “I won’t hurt you.” He backs away from me, muttering, “Good night,” before shutting the door. I jump up and desperately turn the handle, but it’s locked. Trembling, I collapse back onto the table. What am I going to do? I eye the medical equipment surrounding me, shuddering at the thoughts of what he could do to me. I press my cheek against the cold metal and tightly shut my eyes.

Please let this all be a dream.

Touchin’ & Lovin ~ Trent Seven Imagine

Originally posted by samizayn

Note: You like teasing Trent and now look where it’s gone to..

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You gasped as Trent pushed you against the wall.  

“ Sev-”you gasped again, trying to push Trent off of you so the two of you won’t be late.

“ Shut it.” He growled, attacking your neck with his lips with his mustache tickling you. He pulls your legs apart with his knee and pulls your shirt over your head.

“ Trent baby, the boys are waiting on us and I’m not even fully ready” you said trying to pull him off your neck. He put both his hands on either side of the wall, besides your head and leaned in with his lips brushing against your ear.

“I don’t like it when you make me wait” he took one of your hand kissing the palm of it before sliding down his chest to his crotch where a bulge has formed.
“ Fix it. Now” he growls/demands. “ You are wearing such a short skirt tonight and I don’t want the lads to see your arse, it’s mine and look what you done. Such a naughty girl, now be a good girl and do something about it.” 

Your knees weakened at his words as a whimper escapes your mouth.

“How about no?” if Trent’s eyes weren’t dark enough as they were but his smirk widen.

“ Hmm…” 

One the way to the club, Trent was in the cab with you but it surely quite. Trent on the other hand had a tough time containing himself. His hand gripped on his thigh with his knuckles turning white while the other twisted his mustache. When you two pulled up to the club, Tyler and Pete were waiting for both of you outside. 

“ Finally! What took you so long?”Tyler ask as he pulls you into a hug. You shrugged looking at Trent as he greeted Pete.  Tyler glanced down at you then at Trent, shrugging he didn’t ask anymore. 

“ Let’s go “Pete said swinging an arm around your shoulder, smirking as he hears a growl from Trent.

“ Wait” Trent says stopping you and Pete in your tracks. 

“ Before we go in lads, let me talk to my girlfriend for a moment” 

“ You had all day to talk to her, you want to now?” Pete asked, grumbling underneath his breath. 

“ Let’s go in without them, they’ll catch up” Tyler pushed Pete inside leaving you and Trent, alone. Your eyes peeked up at Trent, innocently. He growled pushing you against the wall. 

“ You’ve been very naught tonight and you have to pay” one of his hands went underneath your skirt to slip off your panties, finding none. He growls against your ear cupping your core with his hand. 

“ You’ve been planning this, haven’t you Y/N?” he cupped your sex once more before his hands went to your ass, he grips it in his hand before laying a smack on it. 

“ I don’t like your teasing but for now… “ he opens the door the club leaving his words hanging, leaving you hot and bothered. 

When you enter the club, you greet with the other friends that decide to come along. It was such a surprise to see Trent’s mood change from the lustful growler to a goofy teddybear. You cliched your thighs together feeling still bothered from what Trent did before the two of you came in. You turn your head to make conversation with Mark Andrews, a good friend of yours.

Then you felt it, his warm hand on your leg. You turn your head for a moment to see Trent laughing at something that Tyler had said, as if he was doing was nothing at all, but his hand was on your leg still. You brushed it off, turning your head back to listen to what Mark was talking about. You froze in your spot as his hand began to move, moving to your thighs drawing circles with his thumb.
“ Hey? You okay?” Mark, suddenly asks as he cuts himself what he was going to say next, not hearing any comments you made as he was the only one who kept talking.

“ Yeah, I’m okay” you lied straight to his face. As you begin to say something to Mark and instead of words forming a gasp escapes your mouth as Trent tightens his grip on your thigh.Mark title his head to the side, eyebrows frowns. Before he gets a chance to ask Pete is calling his name.

Turning your head sharply at your boyfriend, hissing as you ask, “ What the fuckary are you doing Seven?”

“ Talking to one of my lads” he replied, a smirk on his lips.

“ Trent, baby. You can’t do this here. Were out with friends and there are people around” 

“ You should of been a good girl when I gave you chance” his hand went further underneath your skirt.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, “ I bet your soaked.” He was indeed turning you on, but you held yourself together deciding the best thing is to tease him back. Trent pulled his head away from your ear going back to talking to Tyler when you tugged on his beard turning his head back. 

He glanced down at you, he liked it when you tugged on his beard. It was one of his turns on, you leaned up a bit and Trent leaned down wondering what you were doing. Capturing your lips with yours, taking his bottom lip and biting on it gently; another turn on of his. He growled as his hands slide it’s way so it was touching your core.Pulling away from him crossing your legs not giving him what he wants. You turned back to get into the conversation that Pete and Mark were having, with one glance at Trent, chuckling. He was mad, jaw set with his fist clenched tight around his drink. It looks like it was going to burst any minute.

You kept talking with Pete and Mark, telling them about one your memories back when you were  a little girl but you haven’t heard Trent’s laugh or anything coming from him for the past hour or so.

Again there it was, the tight grip on your leg. 

“ Please, don’t do this to me…” Trent growled. He tugged on your legs making you uncross them. Looking back over at Mark and Pete, they had gone from the table while this little thing has happened. You tried so hard to not give in to Trent but it wasn’t easy.

His hand found your core, a moan escapes his mouth as he feels how wet you are for him. 

“ Do you think I can have a taste? Right here?” his fingers began to work at your clit, you gripped the table to contain in your moans. 

“ Shh, got to be quite”he chuckled. “ Do you want the others to know what I’m dong? Would you like them to know? Hmm?” the way his voice changed from softer tone to a much darker tone made your stomach turn and knees weak.
You could feel yourself coming to your orgasm, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the moans from coming out of your mouth.

“ Please, Trent.” you whimpered “ I can’t hold it in” you were edging closer and closer, but as you were about to explode your orgasm, he took his hand away.
Glaring at Trent, he only gave you a smirk as he took his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. 

“ Your fault for teasing me” you couldn’t hold it in anymore, slipping your own hand in between your legs, Trent’s eyes got wider and darker as he watched. You began working your fingers against your clit, rubbing while batting your eye lashing as Trent. He licked his bottom lip watching closely as you worked your fingers. He fist clenched together and his jaw set tight.

“ Seven! What is going on man? You’ve been really quite” Tyler asks Trent suddenly. 

“ Is something wrong?” Tyler adds. You removed your hand from underneath your skirt so no one would suspect what mad Trent so quite. Trent broke his gaze from you as he turned to Tyler.

“ I’m sorry, I’m just not really in a good mood right now, I am in my own head” He looks around to Mark to Pete and to the others around. He slide off the chair, “ You know what lads? Thank you for tonight, but Y/N and I must be going.” 

He was lying to his friends, he just couldn’t take anymore from you, the teasing. He wanted you ,badly. 

Before the two of you leave, Mark speaks up.

“ Y/N, if you don’t want to go. Stay with us and party, I can take you home later” he suggest. 

“ That won’t be necessary Mark, I need her to come with me” 

“ But I-” you were about to say when Trent grips your ass with his hand, pinching it before the two you leave the club. He pulls you flush to his body, a  growl escapes the back of his throat. 

“ You better not make a sound when we get home, when I am done with you, you won’t be able to wrestle or walk for a month. I don’t care how much times you beg me to cum from that pretty pussy, I’m in charge tonight”
You nodded with a grin on your lips.

Dance with devils, vol.4 Natsumezaka Shiki.

Finally I did it! It’s a hard time for me at the school now, so it took me forever.

This tracks were provided by @violet-sin. Thanks to her I heard Shiki’s sweet voice again~

Yet I want to say sorry. I translated 5 and 6 tracks while having a temperature. The 5 is fine but 6 I need to search for mistakes. I hope it will be readable.

Track 1. The miracle in it’s bad display

How was this tea? Good? *you nod* Is that so? I’m very glad to hear it. I finally understood how to make tea. But it’s still a new feeling to me, because it’s different from the time when I was fallen angel. I getting shocked everytime while trying human food. I have The same body as a human, the same ability (means he has no ability like an ordinary human), the same life, the same heart. Everyday is full of happiness because I got to love you. I lived alone, without a place I can call “home”. Yet now I live with you at the same place. I don’t have wings to fly to the sky nor the devil’s power, but I’m happy that I chose to live with you. Haha, it’s good that you have the same feeling as I do. I really became a human, right. I chose the path where we can walk together. But…Hey, if I didn’t become human, what would you do? If I would be like the fallen angel, breaking everything, making you suffer, even this me…would you loved me like this too? *nod* Really? I could have broken you. In the most terrifying way. Even like that? No, I just wanted to ask. It’s late now. You have to go to sleep. I’ll wash the tea set. Yeah, go ahead. I’ll have a little walk outside. Yes, Good night.


The wind feels good. But it can’t brighten my mood up. Even though I’m so happy… I wonder why. Something deep inside my chest is not right. I don’t have to worry about anything. Why? Ha… The God after this clouds probably knows the answer? Hey, why am I feeling so uneasy? What will calm this feeling down?…just joking. There is no way I could hear an answer. *ding* Hm? The sky is lighting up! Ha? This is…!


*Shiki comes closer to you while you’re sleeping*

(A.N. I think I need to say that in the previous dialogs his voice was sweet and caring. In this it’s his usual voice)

Hey, wake up! It’s morning. If you won’t wake up, should I strangle you? *instant wake up* Uh, it’s such a pity that you woke up… Hey, I wanted to see your face when you run out of the oxygen. Mm? Your lips are parted. It seems that you have something to say. I can see fear and confusion in your eyes. It makes me excited! Last night didn’t you notice? Dazzling bright light had fallen. I was taken with this light. And when I opened my eyes, my state had returned. Yes, my wings and magic didn’t come back, but you’re right. I returned to the self I was before. It’s goood, your desperate voice in the morning… So good! Hey, can I break you? Don’t worry, I’ll break you very gently. You’re my precious lover after all. Hm, I can’t? That’s a problem. It’s the display of my love~ It will be bad if you don’t accept it. Not you, but me… Are you interested? It became interesting. When I was swept away by the light, I heard a voice. “It’s your curse”. Yes, it’s all God’s doing. It’s the curse when if I won’t be loved, I die. In other words, if you love me, I will live. So no matter what happens, no matter what I will do to you, love me properly. If you won’t do it, I’ll die~ Right?

Track 2. Interesting afterschool time

I was excited because of the curse, but nothing happened since yesterday. Eeh? This is soooo boring. Instead of turning down the curse let’s enjoy our current situation. Ahh, I wonder how the curse feels. Is it so painful that I can’t breath? Or is it a pain like my body being cut? Just imagining that makes me excited! Yet it’s kinda disappointing that nothing changed. It’s so boring to wait… If here was Lowen (Roen) I could have tainted him~ It could be so fun to hear his desperate voice~ Aah, making fun of Mage and being hit by him after must me pleasant too~ Oh, I know! In my current state the holy water can harm me! Maybe I should try and make your older brother angry~? Hm, “I can’t do it”? But making fun of your brother is so interesting~ Well, I think it’s better to do something more interesting. Your lesson is starting soon, right? So, see you after it then~ *walks away*


Ahh~ You came! You knew that I will be in the Art club’s room. Yes, I was drawing this painting all morning. Artist club has no lessons today, so I was here alone. Come here, I’ll show you my piece~ This is the painting I have drawn. It’s the self-portrait. Fufu, it’s not bad being praised~ I think I draw it good too. Especially this black wings! I like them~ But…it’s not finished yet. Now I can finish it! *takes out knife* My past self had returned and the scratching in my chest can’t disappear. I want to break something, I want to be broken, I can’t do anything about it! Only with this feeling I drew this painting. I’ll finish this painting by cutting it with this knife! *you stopped him* Oooh? You’re stopping me now? But you might be surprised seeing me cutting this painting~ Haaaa~ I was scolded~ It seems that you can’t love my this self? I knew it… *tu-dam in Shiki’s chest* Grhh! *falls down* Haa…ha… Hahaha… So this is the curse, huh? The curse is activated, it’s like my insides are being taken out. It’s so painful that I can’t breath~ Ha..ha.. Your pale face is so good~ I’m enjoying my situation in which I don’t know if I would live or die…This is the best thing ever! What? You want to save me? Then I want you to finish this painting instead of me, because if you will love me, the curse calm down. You’ll help me, right? Ha…ha… Huh? What? I wanted you to cut this canvas… And you are going to draw… Well, this is for the best. Your back while you’re drawing isn’t bad… Moreover, here, if I do this we can draw together. I will hold your hand, let’s draw together like this. Ha… Don’t be embarrassed. Just by touching your hand I can feel the pain inside me calming down. Let me cuddle you like this. *he is hugging you* Haha, even your ears are red now. Good color~ Oh, right! Color me in the painting red too. It’s okay~ It’s a pleasure for me to be broken by you. You have been resisting for a long time already. Finally my pain gone but you want me to struggle again? Hm…Then I’ll leave it to you. Draw a thing that I will love. Of course I can hug you until you’re finished, right? No, I won’t let you go. Here, you better move your hands~ *you start drawing* Heee~ You use gentle color~ It doesn’t suite me at all. But… This is you love’s color. Fufu, not bad~ Hm? What’s up? You can’t stop drawing despite what I’m doing to you. *kissed your ear* Haa, cute voice! You can’t run away from me. You’re poor thing, but you’re so cute~ Even you’re neck is red now. Hey, show me your face. You’re eyes are wet~ I’ll comfort you. *kissed your eye* You are exciting me when you are embarrassed. Just looking in your eyes makes my chest burn. I don’t care about the painting anymore, I just want to break YOU now~ He? You already finished? What a pity. Hm? This is… You gave a bouquet of light flowers to the black fallen angel. It’s in your habit. Well, it’s good. It looks like the curse is down~ Yes~ I guess it’s because your embarrassed self helped me. Is that so? When the curse is killing me, the best way to take it down is to see you all red! I see~ This is going to be interesting. Help me next time, okay? Fufu~

Track 3. Blinded on the street

We bought goods for the house, so now our shopping is over. You’re not leaving my side even on the weekend. You’re so worried about me getting into the troubles? Is that so~ I’m so happy to always have you by my side~ Bu~ut I can’t help but wonder now… What will happen if I disappear from your sight? Will you desperately search for me? Running all over the town, struggling for air, eyes wet~ It can be good, too. Fufu, scary face~ I won’t do anything strange, don’t worry. But, there is no point in blaming only me. If i won’t feel your love, I die. You’ll prove that you love me, right? Hmmm, what shall I do? Yees, well, first of all….


Ahh, you’ve done changing? It suits you so much! This cat’s ears and a tail. This shop is inserting, right. There even were devil’s wings, do you want to try it on? Why, you ask? That’s obvious, isn’t it? I want to enjoy myself by looking at your embarrassed face. They fit you so well. Let’s walk like this through the city~ Ah, there’s even a chain! Should I wear it on your neck? Fufu~ You’re resisting.


Here, say “Aaah” Hm, you won’t eat? I bought this huge parfait, you must it it~ I can’t eat it alone. Unfortunately everything became as it was before. I don’t think human’s food tasty anymore, so only you can eat it. Moreover, you can feel love through it, right? Here, make your choice. Aaah~ Fufu, your cheeks are red. If you eat it all, what happens?


Ah~ It was fun! Are you tired? You look exhausted. Fufu~ You don’t have to push yourself. You really care about me, huh… *hugs you* It’s okay. Even if someone looking at us, feeling others attention is so pleasant. Hey, kiss me now. Mm, it’s not hard. You should just kiss me. I suddenly didn’t feel your love. What happened? Why did you stop? We are lovers, you don’t have to hold back. Well, in this situation you’re so embarrassed that you can’t do it, huh. *tu-dam in Shiki’s chest* Grh! Again! Again my body is being cut inside! Hhufgt! Ha.. You don’t have to worry. It’s just I don’t have much of your love. But I will die at this rate… Huh? You finally decided? Even though it would be better to just dump me… Do you really kiss me? Fufu~ You’re red. Your body is trembling. Is it so embarrassing? Grh… Just looking at you makes me feel good. You should do it faster, in that case, it won’t bother you so much. Staying like this makes other people look at us suspiciously. *you kiss him* Ha.. You did a good job. It seems that thanks to that I feel much better than before. But it’s not enough. You don’t have to move, just let me do what I want. No, don’t push me away. I can lose my life in that case. Stay still. You’re cheeks are hot. Your neck too, ears are hot too. At this rate other people will not understand us, so I can steal some of your warm. *kissed your cheek* Here too *kissed your ear* Fufu~ Probably it was the opposite~ We’re dating so it’s nothing strange. Moreover, isn’t it yours bad for ignoring me? Ha…This disgraced face makes me so excited! And, even now you aren’t leaving me, huh. Mm? Yes, the curse calmed down. The power of love surely is something. What? You’re feeling down? I got everything what I wanted from you, so we can now head back home. Hm? Who are you? Do you want something from us? Ah, I see. These men saw us all lovey-dovey with each other and now they are angry~ Stalking others is not good~ *someone hit the wall* Wow, fufu~ it’s not a good use for you legs~ Hit wall, you poor thing~ So, if you want to hit something, I want you to hit me~ * Shiki no!* Buut I will receive a punch in the human form for the first time! What will happen to me? Ha.. Just thinking about it makes me excited! Will it leave a scar like the holy water did? Or I will be tied up, hit by others, cut by them~ Everything is good! *men are scared* Oh, what happened? Where are you going? Don’t leave, do it! You’re pissed of me, right? Here, hit me! Make me feel pain with all your strength! Come! Come!! *men scared af and running away* What? They ran away with pale faces… I thought they would do something bad to me. Kinda disappointing. Mm? What happened? Why are you sitting on the ground? If you are so tired, should I carry you? Don’t hold out~ Fufu~            

Track 4. I can’t be saved by my savior

Today you are hanging out with me again~ No matter where I go, I can spot you. But you’re tired of doing it everyday, right? Didn’t you get tired of me already? You’re strange. I’m making you do things you don’t want to, but even so you don’t leave my side. Yes, if the curse win, I loose my life~ Only your love can save me. But even so, don’t you want to dump and leave me? Is that so… As I thought you are strange because even now you love me.


Grhh! *you run to help him* Huuuh! Ha…ha.. It’ As always your head is good. You quickly understood that I’m in the Art club’s room. Ha…ha… Your breath is unstable.. Don’t tell me you were afraid of not seeing me beside you and ran through the city to find me.. Haha… I’m glad you came. It was my fault. I didn’t expect the curse to be activated here. Hey, come closer. Let me hug you. *hugs you* Ha…ha…It became less painful. You don’t have to do anything now. Just stay like this for a while. Haha, don’t be so surprised. I receive your love in this situation as well. Ha… Your embarrassed face and wet eyes are good, but now I’m not in the right mood. I didn’t think that you would come. I didn’t disappear on purpose. I just didn’t know that I would be taken down by the curse. I couldn’t breath, it was painful. All I though was “I will die soon” Alone, in the big Art club’s room, my strength would leave me… Yeah, you came. You always with me, but.. Hey, I’m so happy that you came..the pain in ,y chest…I wonder why it still there. Even before the curse I couldn’t clear my feelings. Even though I’m loved so much, as much I’m feeling the happiness, the anxiety inside is growing up. The more you do for me, the more I’m drowning in this feeling. What have I done? I’m fine now. Pain is gone. It’s okay now. Hm…I’m sorry I just disappeared. I wanted to see this painting so bad. The face of this fallen angel I drew, we saw it together, right. Back then when I was fallen angel I drew here often. When I reborn as a human I didn’t see it. But I wanted to. Angles with pure white wings..and only one drawing, fallen angel. An angel with black wings. With no place for him, not being loved from anybody, but someone who loved that fallen angel appeared. She gave his black wings light colors, she was kind. It was a lucky day for him. It’s right, but… Ha.. Hey, let’s go on a date? There is a place I want to visit with you. Will you come with me?

Track 5. I’m begging for separation

The wind is strong~ It’s so hard to walk in darkness. We can fall from here if we don’t be careful~ It’s a good date place, isn’t it? The tip outside the Tokyo Tower~ Usually it’s very dangerous to go outside, but yet I opened it~ Don’t be so scared, I won’t be able to hold myself. And the true entertainment begins now~ Let’s feel the thrill together. There is no any fence, so if you don’t balance it will be your end. Haha~ It’s only starting~ Hey, it’s so cool! The car’s lights are like bean pies! (A.N. Not quite sure what he said) If I do one more step backwards, I die. Let’s try? You come here too. What happened? This is our date, so it’s not interesting If we don’t do it together. Come here to me~ Plus, if you push me… *pain in his chest again* Grh! Look, it began. I can feel the pain of the curse. No, don’t hurry, you might fall. Come here carefully. *you do* Yes, good girl. Here, let me hug you. Hey, it became okay as I touched you. Your heart is racing. I can understand it, cause if you miss your step, we will die. Your body is trembling too. Fufu~ My chest is becoming warm. Even in this situation you’re trying for my sake. Hey, let’s fall together like this? But don’t you think it will be the best thrill you can ever experience? It’s the thing I couldn’t try when I had my wings. *wind blows* Haha, but we can’t stay still because of the strong wind. My foot can slip~ Fufu~ Your trembling became worse. Poor thing~ Its because you followed someone like me. Do you regret your choice? I love your restraining self, but you can’t lie to your true self. It doesn’t matter what humans say, their hearts are what matters. I know because I saw it when I was fallen angel. It’s alright. If you can’t stand me, you can tell me. Moreover, it would be very pleasant. You really are stubborn. Making fun of you, making you do things you don’t want to, you don’t leave me. You’re very kind. But you know, this is the reason I’m getting scared. Loving someone is really scary. When I think about the time I lose you, I become irritated. I love feeling thrilled, but this one is terrifying, painful, it’s becoming painful to live. No matter how you loved me, the irritation in my heart didn’t calm down. So that night I called God. “Why can’t I get rid of my anxiety?” Of course, I wasn’t waiting for an answer. But my voice reached the sky. And then I was swiped away. In that bright light was a voice “Why don’t you test it?” Until you believe in love, I will test you. But I did my bad testing you. My punishment for that I will accept it, if it is the rules. So I returned to when I was fallen angel. Didn’t know what love is, the form, when I didn’t know anything other than breaking things. If in my that state I believe in your feelings, I thought that this anxiety will disappear. Yes, that’s right. The curse was a lie. I just receiving a punishment for testing you. The pain that cut my whole body. Me in the past would be happy to receive it, but deep in my heart I can’t enjoy this. The happiness and anxiety from being loved, because of them making me suffer. No matter how I test, no matter how you accept me, the anxiety isn’t gone. But, since you have appeared in the Art’s club room I thought that I want to test you one more time. Last thing I want to try. *hold you closer* Hey, this is the last wish. Will you fall with me? Hm, I see. It’s okay. I thought you will reject it. No, I wanted you to reject it. I wanted you to reject it. (A.N. Sentences are close in their meaning) Why, I wonder. It could have been better to accept it. Thinking of being hated. I understand. I’m not hated. You rejected it, because you wanted me to live. I know. I knew it. You are strange and too kind. Only you are caring for someone like me. But, I’m sorry, because I tested you with such a cruel thing like death. *he came to the edge* I need to receive my punishment. *thunder in the background* The sky’s judgement. *something hit Shiki* Aaaargh! Ha.. *was about to fall dawn but you hold his hand* I thought that I would fell like this. No, let my hand go. *Shiki no* At this rate you too will fall. Haaa, in this situation who the hell will say “I won’t let you go even if I fall with you”. I’m so sorry for being happy in this situation. I always was scared, when I supposed to be happy, that someday you will leave me. When I thought about it, I became so scared. So I thought it would be better to become hated by you. You have never left me. Why? Was it so hard to believe? Hah? This is the human? I see… If you are human, it’s an obvious thing. This is an evidence that I lived as a human. *strong wind blows* Aaarg! No! This wind… Let my hand go! You will fall with me! Aaarg! *you are falling together* Hold on to me! I won’t let you go, I promise. God, I understand now, this girl loves me. She is by my side no matter what happened. I believe now! There is no meaning in testing her! So, so save her, please! *The curse will disappear now* Hah? This light? Eh? Wings? I fly now… Hah, hold me tighter. *they are on the ground and his wings disappeared* Hah… Disappeared… Were we save? Is that so.. We are save! *hugs you* I’m very glad. I’m glad I didn’t hurt you. I’m sorry for dragging you in this. I’m sorry for doubting your feelings. Yes, thank you. This light and white wings… We were saved by God. I’m not scared anymore. This anxiety in me is gone now. I felt bad when I loved you and you loved me back. But this is living like a human, right? And I believe that you loved me always. Yes, me too, I will never leave you. I won’t doubt you. I’m going to love you always. Sorry for doing this to you and thank you. 

Track 6 is coming tomorrow.

I hope you will enjoy it ><

F1 drivers as driver instructors for a day

Nico R: “Alright, the most important thing when you get into the car is to fix the mirrors”
You “…so you can see your blind spots better?”
Nico R: “No, so you can have better angle to fix your hair”

Lewis: “Step one, music to set you in the right mood”
You “…what”
Lewis: “Step two, drive by the curb and remind Nico that I’m a better instructor than he is”

Sebastian “Ok, that’s the brake pedal. That’s the gas pedal. When you go for a turn use you body and–
You “Seb”
Sebastian “–just like that and then–”
You “SEB”
Sebastian “–eyes on the road, WHAT?”
You “Am I not supposed to be the one driving??”
Sebastian “Lol, no.”

Kimi: *hands over piece of paper*
You: “What is this?”
Kimi: “The address for the nearest bar. Drive.”

Felipe M: “You’ll do fine, you got this, just easy and controlled motions”

Valtteri *hyperventilates*
You: “You ok?????”
Valtteri: “I’m just really nervous!!”
Valtteri: “I KNOW!!!”
*from the backseat* Felipe M: “You’ll do fine, you got this, just easy and controlled motions” 

Dan: “Yoooo, what up mate. Let’s do it”
You: “I’m going to crash this car. I’m terrified”
Dan: “It’s cool, it has got a survival cell. Also, let’s make sure we got some sick tunes to help ya relax”
*plays death metal*
You: “I see what you did there”

*Max gets into the car*
You: “I thought Daniil was supposed to be my instructor?”
Max: “Yeah, we got swapped for it. I don’t know why. Marko told me to just get into the car”

Sergio: *pulls out rosary and a crucifix* “Perfect, we’re ready to go”
You “…”

Nico H: “I took the liberty of pimping out the car”
You: “Define… Pimping”
Nico H: “Press that button”
*disco ball drops, lights start going off, THIS PLAYS EVERYTIME YOU TRY TO USE THE HORN*

Kevin: “Rule number one: if it’s yellow, YOU ACCELERATE AND HIT IT”
You: *nervous sweating*

Jolyon: “Rule number one: if you hit an animal, accelerate and do it. No point in braking”
You “…ok?”
Jolyon: “Brake afterwards. Check if they’re dead. If they aren’t, back up and finish the job”

Carlos: “So… This your first time driving?”
You: “Yeah, duuh. That’s why you’re here”
Carlos: “Perfect. Lesson one, how to do donuts in a parking lot. Also how to lay rubber in the shape of a pe– *HORN BLARING*

Daniil: “We are going to do this, we are going to take back that seat, WE ARE GOING TO SHOW THEM WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF”
You: “Intense”
Pyry: *from the backseat* “Don’t forget your seatbelt”
You: “Sooo, he always with you orrr….?”

You: “Where’s the seat-belt in this car?”
Marcus: *hands over duct tape*
You “…”
Marcus: “There has been some financial difficulties. We had to make cuts”

Felipe N: “Please drive slow. I already have a receding hairline, let’s not add grey hairs into the mix”
You: “ok…”

Fernando: “Ok. I will make a great driver out of you. You will be the very best, you will win 10 F1 championships when I’m done with you”
You: “It’s ok Fernando, I just need to learn things like where the gas pedal is, where the break pedal is–
Fernando “WE DON’T SAY THE B WORD HERE. We call it the ‘coward’s pedal’ and you will never use it”

Jenson: “Lesson number one: how to get through McDonald’s drive through, proceed  to order, remember that you’re on a strict diet, park in their lot and cry, while watching younger and more successful kids steal your food because you can’t eat it and you’re too old”
You: “…you ok?”
Jenson *cracks open bottle of gin* “Haven’t been since 2010″

Romain: “Lesson one: how to prop your knee on the steering wheel while driving, so you can flip off other drivers with both hands”
You: “…Jesus take the wheel”

Esteban G: “Alright. Give it a bit of gas, slow down before corners and never take your eyes of the road”
You: “Finally, a normal one!”

*you, Esteban O. and Pascal, are all standing near a bicycle*
Pascal: “Toto said that the last time he let his children in a car there was pure carnage, so now we’re not allowed into any kind of motorized vehicle without his direct supervision”
Esteban “…so here’s a bike”

anonymous asked:

Mycroft x reader where he was wounded badly and lies in the hospital with the reader being a calm and friendly nurse who sometimes comes to him and talks because hes not allowed to use his phone and doesnt get any visitors. Hes Mycroft like but she is still totaly nice

Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

“Now if you feel like the pain is unbearable Mr. Holmes you can call the nurses to give you another painkiller but like I was saying earlier I would like for you to be weaned off them entirely before your discharge next month,” Dr. Kowalski explains  again for what felt like the third time in the last seven weeks of his stay in the hospital.

For Mycroft the risk for getting injured let alone grievously so were negligible when he ran the numbers prior toward his recuse of Sherlock and yet here he sat-in a hospital bed no less with limited mobility and worst of all no cellphone.   

Left leg fractured in two places, hip bruised, dominant hand in a cast and a ruptured disk Mycroft was as helpless.

He couldn’t feed himself, couldn’t do his work, hell he couldn’t even make it to the bathroom by himself causing him to be disgusted more and more with stay as the days rolled on.

Sure, Anthea had visited until Dr. Kowalski banished her from the building for bringing him paperwork, Sherlock and John accompanied by either young Rosie or Miss Hooper had made their appearances, even Gregory had found his room to cheer him up when he could but otherwise Mycroft was alone.


Mostly alone.

Nodding noncommittally at the doctor Mycroft if able to banish the man from the room only to count the seconds it would be  acceptable to page the nurse ______.

Now out of all his associates and family nurse _____ was one of the dew that kept him company or at least paid him any real mind during his stay there.

The other nurses were polite and professional (as they should be with the amount of money they charge for their services) but ______ was just more pleasurable company.

From day one she was trying to make him feel more at home offering to fetch a paper from the lobby, sweets by the nearby bakery or just spending time with him in general when Mycroft was bored to tears in his room in the late afternoons.

Shared dinners where ____ would hand feed him, bringing in special bath tokens from home, talking to him about world events, spending time with him even during late night hours when she by all accounts should be off the clock.

Funny, considerate, caring and constantly checking up on him throughout the day made Mycroft feel like he wasn’t just a patient but someone special.

In fact if Mycroft didn’t know any better he would suspect that ______ may have been keen on him however not even doped on whatever medical drip ordered by the doctor did he entertain that to be true. After all he was a broken old man in a hospital and she looked relatively young, spry woman with her whole life ahead of her.

What could he offer her in such a state? Money? Connections for a promotion? 

Surely not given by her seemingly genuine concern for him but then again Mycroft is considered a very high profile patient. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for someone like him to receive special treatment.

Don’t fool yourself with these needless emotions. It will only break your heart in the end. She’s just doing her job to the best of her ability Mycroft reminds himself as he stares at the nurse call button in disdain. 

Nevertheless Mycroft is not made of stone and decides that five minutes was good enough to seem believable before pushing the nurse call button. 

Much like a summoned genie ____ is there in a heartbeat with a chai latte, lunch tray, rolled up Daily Sun prepared and smile on her face. “I was wondering when doctor K was going to stop hogging you Mycroft,” ____ says warmly as she shuts the door behind her.

Like a pattern she sets the drink and paper before him on the side table and then proceeds to do her work.“What did doctor K say,” _____ asks as she does her inspections of the monitors and paperwork.

“That I should send for you should my pain level become to unbearable and that I should do so sparingly as he would like me to be less dependent on them since I will be discharged by the end of next month but otherwise its the same song and dance as before,” Mycroft explains in a tired tone.

As much as Mycroft despised sitting in the hospital he loathed leaving _____ here more. She was like the sun; warm and inviting for an old cold soul like him.

Had he the chance Mycroft would soak up whatever stray rays of sunshine she had to spare because it made him feel less isolated and dare he say it-more at home in this world full of goldfish.

_______ stills minutely at the explanation-a pause that even under the minimal use of drugs Mycroft doesn’t miss. Her face betrays nothing but unease for a split second before it morphs back into her normally happy mood when ____ tries to set him up for lunch.


“Well, that must be exciting for you,” _____ comments cheerfully getting the side table fixed over his lap, “getting to go home and out of this boring old hospital am I right?” Her smile although big doesn’t quite reach her eyes as ____ locks the table a bit forcefully that it nearly sends the latte spilling and paper rolling onto the floor.

Mycroft takes note at how her hands shake when they were normally steady as Anthea’s execution in the field to feed him his lunch. 

Her voice seemed strained as ____ tried to talk with him about their favorite shared topics and eyes growing increasingly misty that it got to the point where Mycroft was sure she would excuse herself to cry that he finally spoke up.

“______ is there something amiss?”

The reaction was instantaneously as _____’s ears immediately flushed followed closely by the heat in her cheeks.

“What-no nothing’s wrong Mr. Holmes. I’m just dealing with some seasonal allergies that’s all,” _____ tries to lamely deflect but no one not even two year old Rosie would buy such tripe.


“Mr. Holmes-”

“You haven’t called me that in the last six and a half weeks ______ I would dare say its a little too late to pretend formality now especially since our time spent together,” Mycroft retorts kindly.

And indeed it had been some time. 

While regaining some of his mobility back that ____ wouldn’t have to do everything for him Mycroft was content to allow her to do things for him even if it was menial as straightening his sheets or combing his hair (with much complaining from Dr. Kowalski to stop letting her do so because he needed to start doing these things for himself.)

_____ puts down the fork and seems to be at odds at what she should do with her hands as her eyes are downcast. The fidgeting with her fingers was foreign to him as Mycroft had rarely seen her without holding something meaning this was something she deemed very important that needed sole focus.

Shame,embarrassment, despair, desperation and a small shred of hope.

“Look I…I know this is unprofessional Mycroft but I was hoping,” _____ pauses for a deep breath, “ I mean, wondering if it would be alright to visit you after you get out of here?”

Not even giving him time to answer ____ is quick to follow up with, “As friends of course! I just want to make sure that you’re okay and stuff…”

If there was ever any doubt that Mycroft wasn’t more than a patient to _____ it was ultimately smashed by the sight before him.

 ________ looked more like she would burst into flame by the way her face and neck were lit up. The tension palpable to such a degree that he could cut it with one of the horrid plastic knives that they permit patients to use.  

“You know what, forget it. I’m just overstepping my boundaries,” ______ quickly dismisses waving at her face, “I’m sorry I got all weird there. I just-I’ll let doctor K know that to reassign me and-”

“I would not be opposed.”

_____’s head turns at such a degree Mycroft is afraid of whiplash for her sake. “What?”

“I said that I would not be opposed to meeting you outside of these walls,” Mycroft elaborates. “Obviously we enjoy each other’s company and we as adults can visit each other in other places, say for dinner at the Aqua Shard?”

Again ____ looks like an mishap Sherlock had with his lotion experiments back as a child but far more attractive to bear.

Her mouth soundlessly opens and closes much to that of a fish a couple of times before croaking out,“Yes.”

Mycroft allows himself a small smile that sends ____ flushing anew.