and you cry and your tears are made of blood

Bully (Sehun x Reader Angst)

Part 2

Summary: After three whole years of bullying. You’ve stayed strong… But this time was way too far. You’ve have enough.

Every goddamn day, you thought to yourself as tears finally made its way out of your bloodshot red eyes. You gripped tight onto the edge of the sink in front of you as you stared at the hideous reflection of yourself in the mirror of the school bathroom, crying and sobbing. The stream of piercing red blood trailed down your face, tickling each area of skin as it made its way.  The look of the weak, scared, angry girl in front of you infuriated you more and more the longer you stared at it. You hated it. You hated it so damn much. You hated everything about yourself…You hated everything about him.

Earlier that day

It was lunch and being the incredibly popular person you were, you sat alone on a table at the far end of the cafeteria. Away for the center, away from the crowd. You sat with your textbooks and worksheets, all scattered across the smooth surface of the wooden table. You were stressed out, mind pacing faster that any runner in the world. You just wanted to get all of your work done and over with so you’d have enough time at the home to get at least a good, full six hours of sleep. That was because, after school every single day, you had to work at the restaurant below your apartment to pay for its rent and other bills. You lived alone. Your parents passed away a long time ago, killed themselves for some reason you had no clue of, leaving you, a nine-year-old at that time, by yourself, none of your relatives, aunts, or uncles were willing to take you in either. You had to live alone, you had no choice. The only reason you got into the hell of an expensive private school you were attending was because of your good grades and outstanding standardized test scores which earned you the scholarship to go here. Though you hated it, for specific reasons, but you had to keep it no matter what. So because of your job, lunch was the only time in the day you had to do your homework for the day and you tried to use every single second of it. Up until a dark shadow cast over the paper in front of you making you stare up to the person you least wanted to meet in your entire life. Your eyes met the one and only, Oh Sehun. 

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What if to Brendon, Ryan is the sun. He once called him a golden god afterall. That would make The Impossible Year a very very Ryden song. Here we go:

 There’s no sunshine- Ryan is gone, no more sun
Only black days and sky grey- the day and the night make golden skies, without Ryan the days are nights (black days) and the sky cannot be golden
Just typhoons and monsoons- the northern dowpour has become a wretched storm
Just a beachfront of bad blood- Cape Town is where things are assumed to have gone awry, making the beach bad blood  
There’s no you and me
This impossible year
- the year after Ryan left, having to face the fans alone and not show any bitterness or sadness over Ryan leaving him, keeping things purely professional and not having that same spark anymore
Only heartache and heartbreak- Obvious
And gin made of tears- Bren likes to drink, and usually people cry when they break up, hense some tears probably fell in his drink
That tattoo, your last bruise- read the lyrics to diamonds and gold, and Ryan once painted a black eye for Brendon
These nightmares always hang on past the dream- the dream was being with Ryan, the nightmare was letting other people know the dream

Stay with me - (Damon Salvatore x reader)

Life is like a flame, one day she dies out. This sentence made sense for you today. You were lying on the ground lying in your own blood, no doubt, your last hour had come. Surprising as it may seem, you were not sad. You went out of your thoughts when suddenly you heard a thud, Damon. It fell to loan you, shaking your little hand in his. It was the first time, and certainly the last you saw your friend crying. Tears glistened on her cheeks and tears linger all hope. And for him it was the desire, almost crazy, may your life. “You can’t leave me (Y / N), please” he pressed a little harder your hand “I love you, whore, if you knew how I love you, I don’t have never had the courage to tell you. Nothing is equal to you, the love I have for you. We need you hanging. "You smile shyly, you expect those words for so long, you were in love with Damon, everyone knew excepting Damon and you. You preferred to deny your feelings, for fear of being hurt. "Hang you, I beg you, and I promise you, we will live our fucking beautiful story” He was in the denies. But you, you knew very well that even if you did promise him you would not be able to keep it. You desired it closer, you you gently leaned close to his ear and then you whispered him “I loved you, I love you, I will always love you, forever and ever Damon Salvatore” before falling into a sleep that would last forever.

anonymous asked:

You killed the "sungCHUCHU train" pun. Is it because of how you feel about puns? Because it was cold blooded murder over there. (Unless I'm confusing you with another blog. Sorry if I do.) Love you and your fics, btw.

wow anon u made me cry i hope ur happy

kiddingKIDDINGKIDDING I do hate puns they’re the worst. Therefore I make terrible ones to express my hatred to the world! And thank you so much!

Insecurities and Distrust

It’s funny

How the confidence you have

How the happiness and the laughter you have at the moment

Can easily be gone

Can easily be destroyed

By one touch only

a touch of insecurities and distrust

as the roots of anxiety

With no one to blame

but yourself

You keep on crying

Knowing all the stupid things you made

Knowing all the bad decisions you took

Even though you know you’re innocent

Even though you just try to be yourself

People keep on coming

and hitting you right on your soul

Eating your heart out

Sucking every tears of your blood

All they did is to make you suffer

Even though they just never know

You have suffered everything enough 

Until you have nothing

but your dead soul 

Forced Friendship (Draco)

‘Malfoy!’ You yelled as soon as you entered the Slytherin common room. You had just witnessed an almost crying Neville running down the hallway saying something about Malfoy when you asked what was wrong. And this wasn’t the first time Draco had hurt and bullied people to tears but seeing Neville the way he was made you snap. The whole common room looked up as you entered, your blood boiling. It didn’t take you long to spot Draco - sitting in the middle of the sofa surrounded by his minions. Draco smirked as you stormed over to him. ‘What’s up?’ He asked, making his “friends” laugh.
‘You’re such a prick, you know that?’ You said harshly, ‘I know that you think you’re so much better than everyone in Hogwarts because you’re rich and because your father works for the ministry and you have a house elf.’ You said, very mockingly, ‘But you’re the biggest jerk I have ever met in my whole life and you will never find true love or friendship.’ You yelled, before storming out of the room and into your dorm - the whole room silent. 

It kept you awake that night. For once it wasn’t the sound of Ava snoring in her sleep but you couldn’t help but feel like the biggest jerk for saying those things to Draco - even though he deserved. Finally, not bearing to lie awake in your bed any longer, you got up. You slipped on a jumper before heading out into the common room, where you so happened to see Draco. He was sitting on the same sofa, his back to you, staring into the fire. You stood there for a moment wondering if you should just leave. ‘Don’t be a coward.’ You said to yourself before going up to him and sitting on the sofa opposite him. ‘Draco.’ You said softly. Draco looked at you from the corner of his eyes, ‘Hi.’ He said quietly. He looked kind of sad. ‘Look,’ You started, ‘I’m sorry about what i said, okay? That was really mean and dumb of me, especially to say it in front of everyone.’ You said, honestly, ‘But Draco you have to learn to grow up. You’re not better than anyone at Hogwarts. Not even the poorest muggleborn, okay?’ Draco still wasn’t looking at you. ‘You need to stop acting like you’re the king of the castle because you’re not. Grow up, get some friends-’
‘I have friends.’ Draco said, finally looking at you. You shook your head,
‘No, Draco, you don’t. Crabbe and Goyle are not you’re friends. They just want some to follow.’ You said. Draco looked back at the fire and you knew that he knew that you were right. ‘Look,’ Draco said, ‘The way I treat people is the way my father treats me.’ He said, looking at you. By the way he said it you knew that he had never told anyone this before. ‘I don’t know how to be nice to people and I don’t know how to make friends.’ He said, his voice straining slightly. You swallowed hard, 
‘Well then I’ll teach you.’ You said. Draco raised his eyebrows, 
‘Just try to be my friend.’ You said. Draco laughed softly, 
‘It’s forced friendship, I know. Pretend that I’m a stranger and become my friend.’ You said, smiling. Draco sighed and stood up, sitting next to you. 
‘Alright, um.’ He said, ‘What do I do?’ He asked. You laughed again, 
‘Just try to get to know me. See if we have anything in common.’ 
‘Right, okay. Um, do you like books?’ He asked. For a second you looked at him, that was not what you were expecting at all. ‘Yeah I do.’ You said. Draco grinned, ‘Hey, me too!’ 
‘Really?’ You asked, completely forgetting about the exercise. 
‘Yeah!’ He said, ‘What do you like to read about?’ He asked. 
‘Lots of things! I like to read about creatures like werewolves and centaurs and stuff.’ You said. 
‘Me too!’ He said, rather loudly, ‘I’m reading about merpeople at the moment, you should read this book after me it’s so good!’ He said. You laughed, 
‘See? That wasn’t so hard.’ Draco smiled, 
‘Yeah I guess not. But seriously you should read this book!’ He said. His smile disappeared and he looked at you seriously. ‘I know I’m not better than anyone.’ He said. 
‘Then stop acting like it.’ You said softly. He nodded, 
‘Okay.’ You smiled before standing up to go back to bed. ‘Y/N?’ You turned around and Draco was standing beside the couch. ‘Thanks.’ He said. You smiled reassuring, ‘It’s okay. We can keep working on this forced friendship tomorrow.’ You said and Draco smiled, 
‘Can’t wait.’ 

I am so here for protective older sister Mattie comforting post-breakup Carm

• Mattie hearing Laura and Carmilla yelling and shouting from the other room and immediately preparing a fresh cup of blood for Carmilla

• Mattie guiding Carm to the sofa and letting her rest her head on her shoulder

• Mattie holding back every single ‘I told you so’ and 'why can’t you learn from your mistakes?’ and just letting her sister cry

• Mattie stroking Carmilla’s back, comforting her as her tears soak her posh clothing

• Mattie being a supportive older sibling even though she knows Carm has made bad choices and gotten into lots of trouble because she knows her little sister is hurt right now (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Just because I stand up for & by my people doesn’t mean I’m not accepting & understanding of other people’s perspectives & outlooks on life.

We can only speak from our experiences. You can’t blame a person if they are ignorant but you don’t have to choose to tolerate it.

One thing people fail to realize is that the world is made up of people from all walks of life. People will say your facts are opinions and believe their opinions are facts.

We can only let history speak for itself.
It is our past that defines us. Without it we wouldn’t be who we are.

We all have morals & we all have values. We all bleed the same blood and cry salt water tears.

There is no perfect world. There is no perfect person.

I’m not sticking up for the inhumanity or corruption.

All I’m saying is, our lives are different. None of us are the same.

Just have an open mind & open heart to change.


When the body of Cedric was brought back, you felt as though your heart had stopped. Your breathing hitched in your throat and you could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you had time to try and stop them.

‘Ced?’ you whispered, leaning over the barrier to try and see better, hoping that what you assumed had happened was simply your pessimism shining through.

Behind you, the twins shared a significant look, Ron looking slightly irritated as someone stood in his way and Ginny grinning because she’d seen Harry. And then the realisation appeared to dawn on people. Whispers started trickling up the stands,.

‘It’s Diggory’s body!’

‘Is he dead?’

‘Did Potter do it?’

The cry of anguish from Amos made your blood run cold, and the tears ran down your face before you could stop them. A hand pressed lightly on your shoulder.

‘Hey, it’s OK,’ soothed Fred, but you could hear the lack of conviction behind his voice.

You tried rubbing the tears away, feeling more falling.

‘He’s… he’s gone, isn’t he?’ you asked, looking up at Fred.

He didn’t answer though, merely pulled you into a tight hug. You closed your eyes, trying desperately to remember the good things as worried whispers grew louder, and Dumbledore tried to take order. Fred lightly rubbed the back of your head, but you could feel yourself shaking with silent sobs now. He kissed the top of your head.

‘It’s gonna be all right,’ he said, trying to reassure you as best he could. But all you needed was him being there just now, and he was – for that you were grateful.

A/N: Gif credit goes to their respective owners, I just found them on Google.