drag me under

anonymous asked:

tfln y/n thinks theres a ghost in the house while harry is gone but, instead of him comforting her, he teases her to scare her even more

Harry. Missus.

H, while you’re down there, could you make me some tea, pleeeease?

With a cherry on top.
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I don’t mean put a cherry on top of the tea.

Please don’t do that again.
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HARRY. LOVE OF MINE.

PRETTY PLEASE SUGAR

How am I supposed to make you tea when I’m not home, hm?

You’ll get your tea, give me like an hour. Still at Jeff’s.

Oh shut your little whore mouth, I hear you downstairs right now.

Why do you keep closing cabinets? Make up your mind.
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Harry for the love of God, slam one more cabinet and I will shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll feel me for the next month.

Unless you’re into that.

Are you into that?

Christ, babe…

I’m at Jeff’s. On his couch.

I’m about to block you.

But you are home! I hear you! Your noisy ass footsteps walking down the hall.

I’m at Jeff’s!

Here, he took this of me because I keep ignoring him.


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There’s a ghost in the house, Harold.

A mother fucking spirit lurking around our home.

He’s going to get me and drag me under the floorboards where I will become one with the house.

How are you so sure it’s a ‘he’, love?

Little bit sexist, don’t you think?

Not all ghosts are men.

No, but if this ghost is half as annoying as you then don’t doubt my judgement.

Hey, being pretty mean to the guy you want to make you tea.
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HARRY THE TV IS ON DOWNSTAIRS

WHY IS IT WATCHING HORTON HEARS A WHO

Weren’t we watching that last night?

Just wanted to leave off where we stopped.

I’M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HARRY

WE HAVE TO MOVE

MOVE HOMES MOVE COUNTRIES I DON’T CARE
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Why in gods name is the kettle going off…

Tea’s ready, love. Come and get it. x

  BOOK STARTERS VOL.25     ( THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN )    ( PAULA HAWKINS )   ( TRIGGERING THEMES )

  1. ❛ The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps. ❜
  2. ❛ I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts. ❜
  3. ❛ There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home. ❜
  4. ❛ I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head. ❜
  5. ❛ It’s possible to miss what you’ve never had, to even mourn for it. ❜
  6. ❛ There’s nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion. ❜
  7. ❛ When did you become so weak? ❜
  8. ❛ I don’t know where that strength went, I don’t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it. ❜
  9. ❛ Let’s be honest: women are still only really valued for two things—their looks and their role as mothers. ❜
  10. ❛ Sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them. ❜
  11. ❛ I’m playing at real life instead of actually living it. ❜
  12. ❛ I’ve just got to let myself feel the pain, because if I don’t, if I keep numbing it, it’ll never really go away. ❜
  13. ❛ I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move. ❜
  14. ❛ Who was it that said following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all. ❜
  15. ❛ It’s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. ❜
  16. ❛ Sometimes I catch myself trying to remember the last time I had meaningful physical contact with another person, just a hug or a heartfelt squeeze of my hand, and my heart twitches. ❜
  17. ❛ I have to find a way of making myself happy, I have to stop looking for happiness elsewhere. ❜
  18. ❛ How did I find myself here? I wonder where it started, my decline; I wonder at what point I could have halted it. Where did I take the wrong turn? ❜
  19. ❛ Now look – Now look what you made me do. ❜
  20. ❛ It’s okay, whatever you did, whatever you’ve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness. ❜
  21. ❛ They’re what I lost, they’re everything I want to be. ❜
  22. ❛ You broke me and I broke us. ❜
  23. ❛ I’ve been the fool. If he does it with you, he’ll do it to you. ❜
  24. ❛ I’d never realised, not until now, how shameful it is to be pitied. ❜
  25. ❛ Sometimes, I don’t want to go anywhere, I think I’ll be happy if I never have to set foot outside the house again. ❜
  26. ❛ I don’t believe in soul mates, but there’s an understanding between us that I just haven’t felt before, or at least, not for a long time. ❜
  27. ❛ There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end. ❜
  28. ❛ Being the other woman is a huge turn-on, there’s no point in denying it: you’re the one he can’t help but betray his wife for, even though he loves her. That’s just how irresistible you are. ❜
  29. ❛ I feel a rush of gratitude so strong, it feels almost like love. ❜
  30. ❛ You don’t know how determined I can be. Once I’ve made my mind up, I’m a force to be reckoned with. ❜
  31. ❛ The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be. ❜
  32. ❛ You don’t have to be afraid of being alone. It’s not the worst thing, is it? ❜
  33. ❛ I have felt this way before. On a larger scale, to a more intense degree, of course, but I remember the quality of the pain. You don’t forget it. ❜
  34. ❛ If he thinks I’m going to sit around crying, he’s got another thing coming. ❜
  35. ❛ I don’t like to lose. It’s not like me. None of this is like me. I don’t get rejected. I’m the one who walks away. ❜
  36. ❛ I don’t remember anger, raging fury. I remember fear. ❜
  37. ❛ I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in days. I hate it, hate insomnia more than anything, just lying there, brain going round, tick, tick, tick, tick. ❜
  38. ❛ Maybe the courage I need has nothing to do with telling the truth and everything to do with walking away. ❜
  39. ❛ I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless. ❜
  40. ❛ Failure cloaked me like a mantle, it overwhelmed me, dragged me under and I gave up hope. ❜
  41. ❛ It’s an odd thing to say, but I think this all the time; I don’t feel bad enough. ❜
  42. ❛ Some battles aren’t worth fighting. ❜
  43. ❛ I never felt guilty. I pretended I did. I had to. ❜
  44. ❛ I never meant for any of this to happen, we fell in love, what could we do? ❜
  45. ❛ What bothers me most is that I haven’t got to the end of my story, and I can’t start over with someone else, it’s too hard. ❜

anonymous asked:

i don't how to say it and i hope you'll get what i mean haha but... when you said that tianshan's relationship changed faster than zhanyi's... i think that's because zhanyi is "the main ship" and you'll think "wtf that means nothing" but idk i think that if their relationship developped w/o a succession of troubles then 19 days wouldn't even exist. if old xian wants to bless us with a happy ending then we just have to wait a little longer for zhanyi's relationship to change

hmmm no i don’t think that means nothing, but i also don’t think that either ship has any more weighting than the other.

i certainly don’t want a happy ending, or at least that’s not what i’m looking for. i think anyone who reads my fics can see how reluctant i am to make things just have a disney ending, because that’s just… not real, and not representative of either ship and how they interact with each other. there is no enjoyment for me in 19 days if there isn’t tension, and if there aren’t difficulties – that’s exactly why i like tianshan so much, because their whole relationship is founded upon tension. i’m not complaining abt the lack of tension. but fuck, you have got to have some resolution with that boatload of tension too.

i’m not asking for a smooth, easy ride here. all i want is for the boys to talk. that is literally it. i don’t want everything solved and for it to be fluffy. i just need some progression because progression is what satisfies a reader and moves a story on to the next problem, which should be solved, and so on.

read any guide or book or blog about writing a story – whether it’s a novel, a screenplay, a comic, a stage play, or whatever – and your story will be split into sections (‘acts’) of rising and falling tension, with each act having some minor resolution or another setback for the MC, which leads to the final climax, and gives the story a resolution (whether it be a good or a bad one). 19 days isn’t delivering on that. that’s all this is. when it all boils down to it, my dissatisfaction is not with the ship, or with the actions of the characters – it’s really just that the story is struggling to deliver on how to be a good, engaging story, because it’s not following a devised structure. yeah, you can go without structure, but while they’re an outstanding artist, old xian isn’t a good enough storyteller for that. 

i think you could say that 19 days wouldn’t exist for a hell of a lot of other reasons, so that’s not up for debate here. in a nutshell: we’re not waiting for a happy ending. we’re waiting for dynamic, engaging change/progression. that is not too much to ask from a story. that’s the bare minimum of what it should be delivering, because that is what a story is.

Can’t I just shut off? Turn off everything, the good and the bad?
Anything is better than sitting here feeling this bad.
Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince myself that my feelings are gone.
Because right now, I would much rather feel nothing at all.
But it’s not as easy to do as it is to say. So maybe, I can pretend and push it all away.
I need to turn it off, and I need to do it soon.
Because something tells me I can’t survive this typhoon.
My mind is dragging me under the waves and I’m reaching for the surface but my body’s grown weak.
You see i’m no longer going to struggle to find safe ground… why would I when I can let myself drown?
Hangover

Once again I wake
with an emotional hangover
After going to bed with desire
After sleeping with regret
The butterflies you gave me
has turned to nausea
The memories of last night
is pounding in my head
Why do you keep coming back
knocking at midnight
Dragging me under
those sheets of no sense
I should know by now
Every time I slip, invite you in,
you’ll walk out that door
Abandoning me, aching for more

I was lame and sore in every muscle when I woke next morning.

I shuffled to the privy closet, then to the wash basin. My innards felt like churned butter. It felt as though I had been beaten with a blunt object, I reflected, then thought that that was very near the truth. The blunt object in question was visible as I came back to bed, looking now relatively harmless. Its possessor woke as I sat down next to him, and examined me with something that looked very much like male smugness. 

“Looks as though it was a hard ride, Sassenach,” he said, lightly touching a blue bruise on my inner thigh. “A bit saddle-sore, are ye?”

I narrowed my eyes and traced a deep bite-mark on his shoulder with my finger. 

“You look a bit ragged around the edges yourself, my lad.” 

“Ah, weel,” he said in broad Scots, “if ye bed wi’ a vixen, ye must expect to get bit.” He reached up and grasped me behind the neck, pulling me down to him. “Come here to me, vixen. Bite me some more.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t,” I said, pulling back. “I can’t possibly; I’m too sore.” 

James Fraser was not a man to take no for an answer. 

“I’ll be verra gentle,” he wheedled, dragging me inexorably under the quilt. And he was gentle, as only big men can be, cradling me like a quail’s egg, paying me court with a humble patience that I recognized as reparation— and a gentle insistence that I knew was a continuation of the lesson so brutally begun the night before. Gentle he would be, denied he would not. 

He shook in my arms at his own finish, shuddering with the effort not to move, not to hurt me by thrusting, letting the moment shatter him as it would. 

Afterward, still joined, he traced the fading bruises his fingers had left on my shoulders by the roadside two days before. “I’m sorry for those, mo duinne,” he said, gently kissing each one. “I was in a rare temper when I did it, but it’s no excuse. It’s shameful to hurt a woman, in a rage or no. I’ll not do it again.” 

I laughed a bit ironically. “You’re apologizing for those? What about the rest? I’m a mass of bruises, from head to toe!” 

“Och?” He drew back to look me over judiciously. “Well now, these I’ve apologized for,” touching my shoulder, “those,” slapping my rear lightly, “ye deserved, and I’ll not say I’m sorry for it, because I’m not.” 

“As for these,” he said, stroking my thigh, “I’ll not apologize for that, either. Ye paid me full measure already.” He rubbed his shoulder, grimacing. “Ye drew blood in at least two places, Sassenach, and my back stings like holy hell.” 

“Well, bed with a vixen …” I said, grinning. “You won’t get an apology for that.” He laughed in response and pulled me on top of him. 

“I didna say I wanted an apology, did I? If I recall aright, what I said was ‘Bite me again.’ ”

-Outlander

anonymous asked:

hi :D i was wonderin if you could do like n x reader? idk if you do them, since you mainly write hc and imagines. but can i get a young genji x reader where they're going to the pool but his s/o needs to go to the bathroom, while on her way there some guys start hitting on her and asking her to "have fun" but she refuses? thanks tho (:

Okay, so I just finished 13 Reasons Why on Sunday and I’m hella ready to name one of these creeps Bryce and have Genji beat down these bitches.

I’d just like to note that I refuse to write non-con itself (and once I make an info page, I’ll point that out there too). However, mentions of it are fine(past abuse, people making unwanted advances only to get their asses beat down, etc).

Anyway!

Also, I apologize in advance because I am awful at starting these things. Otherwise, I’m good at writing, I swear! >->;;;

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You had just been hanging out alone at home when your boyfriend Genji surprised you with a text saying he was picking you up to go swimming. You’d tried to text him back with the ‘I’m busy” excuse–not because you didn’t want to go on the surprise date but because public pools were always loud and cramped–but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. With a huff and a “fine,” you’d gathered up your swimsuit and waited for your Prince Charming to arrive in whatever pumpkin-turned-chariot he’d picked to drive that day.

That’s how you got into your current situation, looking suspiciously through the water for Genji, as he’d sunk underwater and swam away moments before with a shit-eating grin. He was planning something.

“Genji, I swear to God,” You started, crossing your arms across your chest and wading towards the shallower end of the pool, “if you’re planning on dragging me under, I’m going to kick your ass–” You might have noticed the glare from a mother with her hands over her son’s ears nearby, if it weren’t for Genji popping up out of the water behind you and setting his tickle attack plan into play.

“(Y/N)~” The dyed green-ette and major man-child held you against him, fingers dancing across your bare waist and stomach. “Don’t curse in front of the children! It’s impolite!”

“Gen-Genji!” You flailed around in the man’s arms, gasping and giggling and getting everyone in the nearest proximity soaked with pool water. “G-Genji-i-i! I’m-I’m gonna– I gotta use the bathr-room!”

“Kids go in the pool all the time,” he commented. “Say uncle and I’ll let you go.”

“You’re so gross.” You lightly swatted at him and he finally released you with a chuckle. You calmed down from your last bouts of hiccuping giggles and continued, “I’m heading to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.”

Genji replied with a kiss to your forehead and that big boyish grin of his. “I’ll sit on poolside and wait for you there.”

You gave him a nod in return and climbed out of the pool, quickly shuffling to grab your bag sitting near the fence and then to the bathroom to your business. After washing your hands, you slung your bag back onto your shoulder and made your way back out to the pool. In the pool lobby, your way was blocked by a trio of guys prowling by the entrance for cute prey.

You glanced your surroundings to ready yourself before walking right up to those dicks with hands on your hips. “If you could get your brains out of your dicks long enough to let me through, that’d be great.”

The three men, jock types with bodies built on urge to intimidate and probably daddy issues, stopped their dumb chortling to look at you, briefly surprised before their glares collectively turned into cheeky grins.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” the main alpha male–you could tell the other two were just his back up steroid-providers–purred, sauntering forward slightly to stand above you. You slipped a hand into your bag as he continued, “Why, aren’t you a pretty little thing? Why don’t you come hang out with us a little bit, huh? You’re pretty fiery; I’m sure we’d get along just fine.” He reached for you and your pulled your hand from your bag and–

One of the henchmen had his legs kicked out from under him by a green-ette roughly a foot and a half shorter than him. The second one was flipped over the slighter man’s shoulder to land on the first. When Alpha tried to check on his friends, his arm was twisted behind him and he forced to his knees in front of you.

Now towering over the larger man, Genji looked him in the eyes and growled, “I am part of one of the most powerful and most dangerous groups in the world. You better sleep with both eyes open tonight so you can watch me slip into your house without a sound and end you.

“Did you know that the quickest way to make a man bleed out is to cut off his dick?” you added. You could hear the sounds of people at the check-in coming to figure out what the commotion was; the two men Genji had pummeled earlier had apparently heard it as well because they were already outside trying to figure out another exit of the pool with mild concussions.

Their efforts didn’t last long, as they were caught by a couple lifeguards leaving for their break.

Genji looked to you to ask if you were okay, only for the concerned look to turn to confusion as he noticed the weapon in your hand. “Why do you have my shurikens?”

“Because you taught me how to use them and I was going to use my line,” you replied while tucking them away back in your bag, like that was a normal response. “This works too, though.”

Genji let out a small impressed “hm,” then released the man he held as the pool owners entered the room, only to kick him into the ground.

“What the hell is going on here?” one of them exclaimed.

“Keep better eyes on your business or I’ll have it shut down,” Genji said with a glare that would murder if looks could kill. “They were blocking the entryway and harassing pool-goers. One of them happened to be my partner, so I took matters into my own hands.” He stepped around the body at his feet and took his arm in yours. Without another word, he escorted you to get your things then out the building.

The two of you walked for a bit in a semi-comfortable silence before you decided to speak. “You don’t like to admit that part of yourself.”

“What I dislike about myself and my family is irrelevant when your safety is on the line.”

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This ended up being really fun to write and sprouted more Genji headcanons for me. Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoyed.

I’m stuck in an endless sea and every time I find an island, it gets swallowed by the waves. I make myself miserable thinking and thinking and crying and the water rises. Beneath the surface is everything I don’t want to see but it calls me. It drags me under. Nothing feels okay. I feel stupid, stupid, stupid. Every day is a trial and my head is barely above the water. My lungs will fill with my tears and I’ll drown.

Mistletoe w/ Zen Headcanons

-his eyes scanned the place before landing on a mistletoe across the room

-”aha” he says under his breath, making you look at him curiously

-he waves you off before inching towards it with you in hand

-you don’t notice because he’s trying to distract you

-”look at that snowman..it looks like me, kinda?” he says, prompting you to turn your head in the direction he was pointing

-”ooh..it kind of does.” you hum

-he finally manages to pull you under the mistletoe without you being aware

-”hey hey hey. now what do we have here?” he asks lowly as he pretended to notice the mistletoe

-you blush as he sighs

-”what can we do? its tradition..” he trails off before cupping your face.

-he gives you a passionate kiss, making you whimper and hold him close

-you break the kiss, panting slightly with a small smirk 

-”you totally did that on purpose.” you chuckled at him, making him blush

-’maybe my acting wasn’t as good as i thought’ he thought as he chuckled nervously

-you let out another giggle before saying “my lovely zenny, if you want a kiss, you can just tell me or just drag me under another mistletoe with you.”

-from then on, he always carries a mistletoe with him.

-while you are cuddling with each other and watching his musical, he pulls out a mistletoe from his pocket and hovers it over the both of you

-”oops we got to kiss now.” he says before turning your head with his finger

-you laugh before closing the distance 

BONUS: if you’re caught under the mistletoe with someone else

-you were refilling a drink at a party, not noticing a mistletoe hovering over your head

-but zen did and so did someone else

-that someone else decides to quickly dart over to be under it as well before zen could even move

-zen clenches his fist in anger

-”hey look its a mistletoe, time for a ki–” the stranger says before getting shoved away by your fuming silver-haired boyfriend

-”she’s mine” he growls, pulling you closer and instead of your lips, he nuzzles your neck before sucking on it.

-”zen, we’re in public!” you gasp

-he finally lets go after the stranger leaves and traces his finger over the mark he made

-”mine”

3

“Isla, have you seen….” The rest of my sentence dies on my lips, the tiny blue and white pregnancy  test draws every ounce of attention to it. 

The drunken cloud I’ve been floating in for…. for sometime now kind of lifts from my eyes as the words positive sink in. 

She’s pregnant, she’s pregnant with my child. 

I sink to the floor, my shaky unstable legs unable to hold me up any longer as the reality of this news sets in. 

I wonder how long she’s known for, if she’s feeling okay and why she didn’t tell me all at the same time. Is she happy or scared, I have no fucking idea, I don’t even know what day of the week it is. 

We’re gonna have a baby. As hard as I try I just, I can’t get over it. 

Reality hits me like a tidal wave, cold and fast, strong enough to pull me right under, where I sink  as dread that feels like water fills my lungs. 

I’m such a fucking mess right now, y head and heart are dark like they’ve never been, I mean what could I possibly offer a child. No job, no goals, no dreams. 

So instead of going to the bedroom and searching out the only person who’s ever loved me just because, just for me and getting the answers to my questions. Instead of making sure the love of my life is okay I go back outside and drown the loud noises in my head with enough liquor to drag me under. 

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Opt Out of Society

As a child I was fine
Blissfully passing time
Then came pressure
Life as a teenager
I’ve got to fit in
If I don’t it’s a sin
The cock playing jocks
Chicks in tube socks
Cruel name calling heard
My brain deeply scared
Stupid nerd or a geek
Even a fucking freak
Everything on life’s table
Has to be labelled
Fashion and sex
Made me perplexed
This damn society
Creating anxiety
You say stop your tears
Gotta face your fears
So easy to do
You haven’t a clue
No LGBT
Are we allowed to be
End my life
Perhaps with a knife
Demons in my head
Worse when I’m in bed
But that’s where I stay
Avoid light of day
Impossible to cope
Maybe a rope
I feel more than just sad
You tell me I’m mad
Look at life’s riches
Say you crazy bitches
My life is contracting
Your laws conflicting
But I just want to be me
From your rules set free
Life a misnomer
Feels like a coma
Its dragging me under
Emotions asunder
Music my escape
Salvations gate
Lyrics with meaning
Seep deep in my feelings
Tried my own writing
In ink my thoughts frightening
In the end I just crack
Turning to smack
What’s society all about
Think I’ll just opt out

Just Keep Swimming

Request:  Can I ask for a Kaldur one where he teaches his s/o how to swim?


“This is a bad idea.”

“Why do you say that, Y/N?”

“I–it’s just–I just feel it in my gut. This is a bad idea.” You shifted your feet in the sand, watching the grains slide out of the way of your bare feet. Seawater lapped around your ankles, gently pulling you towards deeper waters. Kaldur stood away from you, knee-deep in Happy Harbor. He waded towards you and took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“You wish to swim, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

Kaldur pressed his lips against yours. “Let me guide you. There is no need to be afraid; the ocean will not hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of the ocean. Just the things in the ocean. Like sharks. Or jellyfish. Or whatever crazy deadly thing is gonna kill me or drag me under.”

He chuckled. “I will protect you from the sharks and jellyfish and other creatures. Just a few steps. That is all I ask.”

Still clutching his hand, you took a tentative step forward, and then another one. The two of you worked your way deeper like this, one step at a time. When the water rolled against the center of your chest, Kaldur rolled onto his back and pulled you partially on him.

You kept holding him, clinging to him like a lifeline. You both floated for a while until Kaldur suggested, “try kicking slowly.”

You moved your legs up and down, keeping your legs straight but not locked, just like the two of you had practiced. He kept holding you, but his hold gradually loosened until the two of you were only linking fingers.

“Look behind you, Y/N. Look at how far you’ve come.”

You turned, and wow when the beach get so far away? Beaming with pride and a slight twinge of apprehension, you twisted, heading back to the shore. When you both stood on solid ground again, Kaldur pulled you into a hug. Perhaps learning to swim was not so difficult after all.

4

dear esther. the morning after i was washed ashore, salt in my ears, sand in my mouth and the waves always at my ankles, i felt as though everything had conspired to this one last shipwreck. i remembered nothing but water, stones in my belly and my shoes threatening to drag me under to where only the most listless of creatures swim.