a/n: this was requested but i played around with it a little, hope you don’t mind anon! enjoy this taehyung one shot :) also i’m working on rain so don’t worry lmao hope y'all like this! sorry for any mistakes, i’m half awake
Tagged by @phaytesworld (god I love you for this, like, you have no idea)
List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.
FUCK YES I AM SO DOWN FOR THIS
I LOVE LOVE LOVE fic based tag games like this!! I’m am so down for any story based game things. Fuck I’m so jealous your readers send you asks and shit @phaytesworld you lucky bitch (and omfg they art for you, THEY ART FOR YOU, I am seething with jealousy over here, but also insanely happy for you because omg, just so happy for you and your success. You fuck up my feels bitch)
I’m afraid I really don’t read much, which you’ll understand seeing how many WIP I have, but I’ll just tag some of the people I know on here that write =)
Okay, because I am super excitable a teasing tease who teases don’t you guys even know me, I’m gonna do the last 20 stories PLUS the first few lines of my major WIP mwahahahaha (I didn’t get enough sleep last night, I went to bed before 2am for once, but lay awake outlining a new story in my head)
Let’s get started =D (this is hella fucking long, so I’m putting it under a cut after the first 5, and really, you all follow me, you know me, you know I can’t be concise, I take a very loose definition of ‘first lines’ LOL)
Contained in this post are fics for these ships: Drarry, Pansmione, Parvansy (parvati/pansy), Ginsy (Ginny/Pansy), Victuuri, Merthur.
Last 20 stories posted/updated:
Trends/Patterns? As always, I usually just dive right into the story with minimal set-up details, which I usually intersperse later as needed. I seem to always start with either dialogue, how the character feels, or an action description. I almost never describe the setting, which fits with my biggest writing flaw of almost no background description LOL
While Harry was studiously attempting to avoid so much as glancing towards their roommate, Ron was blatantly staring. He stood leaning against one of the end posts of his bed, arms crossed, expression cold, as he watched Malfoy unpack his things. The air was so thick with tension that Harry wished someone would say something, but he desperately didn’t want to be the one to do it.
Pansy jerked at the sound of her name, almost spilling the contents of her bag all over her desk. Parvati caught her eye, and then nodded her head to the empty seat next to her.
“You owe me for helping you in Herbology last week. You’re partnering with me today.” Parvati’s voice was firm, and she had that glint in her eye. All of the Slytherins knew that glint. The Gryffindor glint. Not to be underestimated. And not to be messed with unless one had a plan, and an escape strategy for when it inevitably went pear-shaped. Bloody Gryffindors.
At first, Harry had been nervous, and felt out of place. After a couple of drinks, and nothing more than some rather tame teasing, he relaxed. Blaise was pouting and arguing with Pansy about the legality of the action she’d just made on Harry’s behalf. Harry had no idea what game they were playing, and still didn’t understand the rules, even after having them explained to him three times. But there was an elaborately charmed board, little miniature characters, and a lot of violence.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. There were footsteps outside. They passed. When he exhaled, he managed to mutter a spell to lock his office door. His hands gripped the far edge of his desk. The near edge was digging into his stomach. He closed his eyes, and inhaled again. Slowly.
“What happened to all that Gryffindor bravery? Scared you might get fired if we get caught?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Malfoy.”
There was a puff of warm air against his skin. Against his spine. Halfway down, and getting lower, as Malfoy chuckled.
Draco tried to ignore everything around him as he organised his things the way he liked. The eighth year students were split between dorm rooms, and the houses were mixed. He’d been hoping he would be placed with Theo, or no Slytherin at all. He’d been dreading sharing a dorm room with Blaise. Perhaps if Goyle had returned the odds would have been in his favour, but they were not.
a lucas baker headcanons where his s/o (significant other) is super short (like around 4'9) but is ready to literally fight everyone, if thats ok with you? :>
Lmao this is acceptable! the only think I won’t accept is nsfw ;;
- lucas is actually happy u can fend for urself
- and u were cute short
- he was worried at first cause u know
- u short and probably can’t handle urself
- but once u showed him that u can fight he is so glad
- he doesn’t have to worry about u
- lmao he’s kinda strong himself but not enough to actually hurt someone
- but whatever u can fight and he doesn’t have to worry about u
- but here’s the problem
- u fight with almost ANYONE
- hell u would even fight zoe
- “i wanna fite ur sister”
- someone once called lucas scary and ugly
- and u were about to fight them
- so Lucas literally had to wrap his arms around ur waist so u can calm the fuck down
- “lucas let me go IMMA ABOUT TO FIGHT A BITCH”
“ur going to get urself hurt pls stop”
- he knows how to calm u down ( like petting ur hair or holding ur hand )
- and he does that so u can stop ur fucking antics
- stop making the boi scared jfc
- he knows what ur weak against
- so if he sees someone who he knows u are weak against but u want to fight them
- hell have to go to the other direction so u don’t have to deal with him
- he’s not going through u having a fight he won’t
- haha he can easily pick u up
- and just throw u over his shoulders
- “lucas let me down IM GOING TO FIGHT SOMEONE”
“no shut up and just calm ur shit”
- lmao ur relationship is like mother and a child really
- once u got in such a bad fight that u had scratches EVERYWHERE
- and lucas is just screaming internally like how da fuck did u get so much damn injuries??? and why didn’t u go to the hospital???
- but on the outside he just s i g h s and tells u to go to the bathroom
- he so mad at u why would u make urself get hurt like this
- “u are so fucking dumb i swear. u really need to stop the bullshit
cause one day that shit is going to get u killed”
“haha love u too lucas”
- someone called u smol before and u were about to fite
- but Lucas glared at u like
- “don’t u dare fight i stg i will fight u if u do this”
- u stop fighting people after that
i have a teacher who literally pins her only two classes against each other like she’ll tally up our class averages and tell them to each class and my class’ average is lower than her other class’ and she always says “uh-oh fourth period is beating you guys” and she sounds so disappointed like it pisses me off does she realize how many students with anxiety and shit are in her class and all honors teachers always say “you guys are honors kids you can handle it” like no, fuck you, I’m not some mini adult I’m still a child who can’t handle certain situations and work loads and you using that “but your an honors kid!” excuse is gettin old because i have friends that aren’t in honors who could kick my ass intellectually and handle more than i can and it just makes me so fucking angry why do they treat us like kids and adults at the same time I’m literally a teenager and by the time I’m twenty I’m still probably gonna have an urge to raise my hand to ask to go to the bathroom what the fuck I’m so mad
aggressively challenging anyone who accidentally bumps into you to a dance off
stealing sodas when the concession people aren’t looking and then giving them to people for $2 each
screaming the wrong lyrics to a song to piss your friends off, then getting mad when nobody will go to the bathroom with you
eyes closed, swaying to the music, and meeting new people all around you and dancing with them
holding hands with two strangers and then, in one swift motion, connecting their hands. you did it, you lil matchmaker.
chugging drinks with alcohol in them with the most determination anyone has ever seen, you’re drunk
making friends!! lots of friends!!! also finding any excuse to dance, music or not
probably something illegal. something. anything. everything. who knows.
probably high and doing some exploring of the shop tents and stuff
feeling the satisfaction of rehabilitating drunk strangers, anyone who looks like they’re messed up
only there so that their siblings/friends can enjoy the scenery and music. taking care of them and is only focused on getting home safely
laying in a field of grass with their friends, listening to the music and saying what object the clouds look like.
Hey babe! Congrats again on 600!! Could I get some possibly smutty but also fluffy Jared on this one? <3 @td122609 / @impalaimagining
“Babe, you are killing me with these interviews!” I pulled Jared behind a closed door after he finished his last interview of the day. We finally had a break and I was going to take advantage of it. I launched myself at him, his strong arms catching me and hiking my thighs up to wrap around his waist. Within seconds, I had fisted both hands in his hair, pulling his face to mine. The kiss was hot, needy, and sloppy. After the way he had been teasing me all day, I couldn’t wait another minute to have him all over me, in me.
Jared finally pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily. “Taylor, we can’t do this here. I want you so badly, but we need to get back to our room first.”
“Then do it, take me there and make me yours. Now.” I panted in his ear, hoping he was feeling the same urgency I was.
The elevator took forever, but we finally reached our floor but I couldn’t keep my hands off him for as long as it took to walk to our room. He managed to unlock the door, but before it was even shut I was taking my clothes off. Jared just watched me, eyes wide, palming himself through his jeans. I lay back on the bed, open for him and he didn’t miss a step. In three long strides, he was on me, ravishing my pussy like it was the last thing he was ever going to taste. His tongue and fingers drove me to heights in record time, my lips screaming his name as I came for him. I wanted to return the favor.
I summoned him to stand and stripped him of his jeans and boxers. I had never been this hungry for him before. I needed all of him and I needed him now. I sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take the whole thing, but I took as much as I could until the tip hit the back of my throat. And that was all it took. I let go of him and in a mad rush, ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the bowl.
Jared rushed in, held my hair and rubbed my back. When I was done, I leaned back against the tub. He wet a washcloth and ran the cool rag over my face and neck.
“Babe? Are you okay?” Jared asked me, his eyes not leaving mine.
I was mortified, but it’s now or never. “Um, yeah. I am great. I am so great.” Like I was trying to give myself a pep talk. “I just need some water.” I got up and walked out to the kitchenette, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge. As I did that, I reached into my purse and handed him an envelope.
“What is this?” Jared just looked from the envelope to me.
“Just open it, please. I’m, ah, I am going to go brush my teeth.” I pleaded with him before returning to the bathroom.
With a mouthful of toothpaste, I stared at myself in the mirror, not believing what just happened. Well, I can, but I am still mortified. Within minutes, Jared was standing behind me, his hands on my hips. He bent down to rest his chin on my shoulder and met my eyes in the mirror. “Are you serious?” He asked me with a huge smile on his face.
I spit and cleared my mouth before speaking. “Jared, this is about as serious as it gets. This is why I have been so horny. I just didn’t know your monster cock was going to make me projectile vomit. I am so sorry.” I couldn’t meet his eyes any longer.
“Are you kidding me? I don’t care. I am the happiest guy in the world right now! We’re gonna be a family! I am going be a dad and you are going to be the best mother in the world. I love you Taylor.”
“Before I was a parent, I was the perfect one. People told me my life would change. People told me I would be tired. That parenthood would be the greatest and hardest thing I would ever do.
Yeah yeah yeah.
I know. I know.
I knew everything.
My family would just smile and nod at my ignorance, and I wonder now if they were scared for me.
I recently sat in a friend’s baby shower. I was surrounded by women making light hearted jokes about new parenthood, about sleep depravation, and pregnancy cravings. They exchanged recommendations for swaddle blankets and butt creams. Underneath the small talk and "oohing” and “ahhing” over tiny gifted baby clothes, sat the realness, the hardness of motherhood. I could feel that every mom in the room, behind their sleepless sunken eyes, knew what that meant; they had felt that weight, but they only had the heart to give gifts and hugs and congratulations. I sat there in silence, when all I wanted to do was talk and talk and talk about how new motherhood really can be. To let her in on all the real secrets of being a mother.
I wanted so badly to prepare my friend somehow for the wave that was about to wash over her.
I was there too, belly rounded with life, yesterday. I had the iPhone app, the “Welcome Baby” books, the nursery that I had pinned on my Pinterest. I had the trendy pacifiers, the over packed hospital bag, the pretty dresses my girl would probably never wear. We toured the hospital. I googled birth stories while rounding my hips on a yoga ball. And I learned all about how you breath a baby out of your lady parts.
I remember eating whole pineapples, and choking down giant Evening Primrose Oil pills by the handful to will my baby out of my uterus.
I was ready.
It took what felt like seven years for her to arrive. More specifically, 41 weeks and 1 day. That extra eight days made me extra prepared. I remember sitting, ecstatic, in the hospital, after the epidural had been administered. I was too giddy to sleep.
Oh, the time had finally come, and I was so ready.
Then in a blink, she was here. She was tiny and marveling. She was so incredibly beautiful. She was perfect.
I am not ready.
This is so hard.
I am so tired.
Why hadn’t anyone prepared me for this?
I. Know. Nothing.
If I was sitting across from that very pregnant, very eager and naive version of myself, I would tell her this:
The love you will feel is nothing like you have felt before. It will be foreign and familiar all at once. It will fill you to the very top of your heart, nearly spilling over. The thing about this kind of love, though, is that it can feel heavy. Disproportional. You may feel like you will nearly break in half from the top-heaviness. You will not be able to tell the difference between exhaustion and depression, and that darkness will rob you from what should be the most tender months of your daughter’s new life.
Your baby will cry, a lot. Your days will both begin and end with the saddest screams you will ever hear. Your body will respond the way that it is programmed to - with panic. You will google everything from “dissecting baby poo” to “newborn who hates life.” And you will come up short. You will always come up short.
Your baby will only sleep in ten minute increments.
In a plastic rocking chair. (Don’t buy a plastic rocking chair.)
In the bathroom.
With the bath water running.
You will feel like you are going mad, day after day, alone in that bathroom. Between the sound of the water running and her screams, you may feel like your nerve endings will be permanently frayed.
At the endless ER trips that you take you will be written off as “The Paranoid New Mom.” (Press on.) They will give you pamphlets on “Colic,” and that just will not cut it. For awhile, nursing will be excruciating, and your baby will fight it, hard. Contrary to the laws of nature, Anabel will not come out knowing how to siphon milk from your body. Also, panic will flood your body when your milk lets down the majority of the time. Yes, breastfeeding induced anxiety attacks are a thing, and it will happen to you. (Hormones are jerks.)
Did I mention how depleted you will feel?
Eating, and sleeping, and showering are not a part of this season (not often anyway), and right now, in the thick of it, this season will feel never ending. While others’ newborns are napping sweetly in their stylish organic leggings via Instagram, yours is miserable. There are over 2 billion mothers in the world, yet you will feel deeply alone. Compared to everyone else, you are failing. No matter how many hands you have on deck, you will be deserted.
This love will crush your ego. It will destroy your capability to trust yourself. The fear that creeps in the shadows of this love will paralyze you. Strangers will call your newborn “mean.” Loved ones will say you are giving your baby too much attention. (Neither of those things exist.) You will feel guilty for not measuring up. You will feel guilty for feeling guilty. You will feel guilty for feeling guilty for feeling guilty. You will cry over absurd things, like not being pregnant anymore. And over massive things, like the way your body has transformed because of pregnancy. You may never feel like you will get the hang of carrying this love.
But what if I told you that one day your daughter would smile? That she would even laugh? And so will you. Her intestines will eventually develop and digest food, and she will not scream excessively anymore. You will find answers to everything you questioned. I would even tell you that your doctor will admit that you were right all along. Saying, “you guys owe me an ‘I told you so’ on that one.” That will feel pretty great.
I would also tell you that it gets better. Oh, how it does. She will learn how to sleep and nurse. And I would even tell you she gets really great at both. I would tell you to find the hope in your daughter’s eyes. As they lighten, so will that weight.
Though you may never have parenthood all figured out, there will be a day when you will find a way to wrap that love around yourself, instead of being buried in it.
And though it is hard to believe, one day you will have a vivacious, smart, and unbelievably happy little girl. A girl that absolutely adores the world. And you will have clean hair, and time to make breakfast for yourself in the morning.
Hold on to that truth. There will be a day that you will marvel over the fact that the girl in front of you is the same baby that was so unhappy before.
You will be better. You will grow. You will adjust, and settle, and adjust again. That is what motherhood is, I think. Finding ways through the good heartbreak to fit more love inside of you. There will always be something that stretches your capacity for more. You will learn how to balance the goodness with the heaviness.
And, I beg you, embrace that things will always feel unfinished. Let unfinished be okay. Let unfinished be enough.
It is enough.
It is enough.
It is enough.
And forget what you see on Instagram,
You are one hell of a mother.
One time in middle school my teacher said she would tell us a story but only if I agreed that my mother, who was also a teacher at that school, would be laid off first if there were budget cuts. And she had all the kids in the class gang up on my so I would say my mom would be fired first. But I never did and I ended up going to the bathroom and crying because everyone was mad at me since the teacher didn’t tell the story.
Hi Hal! Fic request: Nico flirts with will. (It's always Will flirting with Nico. I want the other way around) Please and thank you!
Nico flirts all the time.
Will just doesn’t get his smooth moves.
What a fucking idiot.
The stammering should have been the first clue. Or maybe it was the fact that Nico let Will talk to him however he damn well pleased. Not many people on God’s green earth could get away with that. Not that many try.
“I’m not sure how I can make it anymore obvious.” Nico said to Jason as they stood outside of the dinning pavilion sweeping the white granite stone. Jason shrugged as he picked up a discarded juice box from one of the younger campers.
“No offense Nico, but you’re from 1930′s. You’re version of flirting is just about as innocent as opening the door for somebody. And don’t forget that Will is a guy. Most men aren’t as in tune with being flirted with as girls are.” Jason reasoned awkwardly. Nico scowled. He hated being reminded that he wasn’t from this time period. As if the outdated lingo and ignorance on any kind of technology didn’t scream “I don’t belong” loud enough.
“So what? I should make it more obvious? Maybe I should just drag him by thee ankles into my cabin.” Nico set the push broom down.
“Yeah, man. I mean, not the whole ‘surprise sex’ thing, but make it more obvious. What did they do back then? Court? Try and like, court him.” Jason scratched his head trying to get the words out. Nico had never courted anybody before but he has seen older couples go on dates through the streets of Venice when he was a child. Always hand in hand. The girl would have a bundle of flowers tucked into her arm and the man would go out of his way to show his potential to be a good mate.
Very cut and dry. Nico could certainly do this. And when he proved his value as a partner, Will will understand his intentions. Nico grabbed his sword and shouted a farewell to Jason. He had to visit the Demeter cabin.
“Will.” Kayla said from behind curtain five. Will was wrapping bandages for later use during his off time. He liked to be prepared. Will looked up, giving his sister his undivided attention.
“Somebody is here for you.” Kayla stepped aside and ushered Nico into Will’s office. If you wanted to call a desk by the supply closet an office. Nico had something behind his back and a look of determination on his face. Will flashed a smile at Kayla and she gave him a knowing wink. She knew her brother had his sites set on Nico di Angelo. However, given everything that has happened in the past few months, he was taking it slow. Very slow. Best not to pressure Nico into anything.
“What’s up, man?” Will asked leaning back in his chair. Nico flinched at the ‘buddy, buddy’ nickname but held fast. Like a true warrior. Take that dad. Nico stuttered out a small answer before shoving a bouquet of tiny sunflowers and Nightshade into Will’s surprised grasp.
“Nightshade and Sunflowers.” Nico said looking at the ground with interest. Before Will could answer Nico turned on his heels and marched out of the infirmary. Will was pleasantly confused.
It kept happening. Will was a bit happy at first but now he was confused. Nico would stomp away from him after each kind deed. It wasn’t that Will’s feelings were hurt or anything. He was just confused.
The other day, he pulled Will’s chair out for him and than stalked off to his own table.
Than he opened the door for Will when he was walking up to the Big House to deliver the weakly report. But after Will was ushered inside, Nico let the door close and walked away. Not even entering through the door he insisted upon opening.
Nico also have Will his dark chocolate cupcake at dinner the other night and as Will ate it, Nico starred at it with longing. If he wanted the cupcake why did he give it to him?
And every day the past week, the Demeter cabin would bring a single rose to him in the infirmary. Addressed to Will from his secret admirer.
“Nico has been acting strange. Always doing nice things, but running away afterward.” Will mussed to Kayla during a late shift. Will stretched out bandages and Kayla cut them with a large pair of sheers.
“He’s getting more comfortable around you that’s for sure. Maybe you can ask him on an ‘official’ date now.” Kayla placed the sheers back in the medical tools box and began putting their prepped bandages in the supply closet.
“You think? When should I do it?” Will asked as he began taking off his surgeon shirt and putting on his jacket.
“As soon as possible. Why wait? You’ve been waiting for weeks!” Will couldn’t argue there. Than it was decided. Tomorrow night, at the camp fire, he would ask out Nico di Angelo.
Nico stood. Mouth agape. Will Solace stood in front of him, and the camp surrounded them while watching the scene unfold in silence. The only sound was the crackle of the fire and a few stray whispers.
He couldn’t believe this. Will’s words echoed in his head.
“Go on a date with me?”
Finally, Nico’s shock turned promptly into anger.
“Oh no.” Nico said angrily and Will looked taken back by his sudden tone. “I worked for two weeks to court you. I get to be the one to ask you out. Not the other way around. I worked for this!” Will blinked. And suddenly, it all made sense. The sweets. The flowers. The odd behavior.
Will threw his head back and laughed. Nico still looked a bit angry, but a smile tugged at his lips.
“Okay darlin’.” Will said loudly. “Go ahead and ask me.” Will waited with a goofy smile on his face and Nico’s face turned bright red in an instant. His eyes shifted around to all the camper’s eyes watching them and strangled squeaks were the only sounds that left his mouth.
“I’ll uh-I’ll do it when I’m good and ready!” Nico protested with embarrassment masked as anger. “Not when you tell me to.” Nico folded his arms across his small body and stalked off toward his cabin for the night.
Will watched him with a goofy smile. Not even mad.
Got up to go to the bathroom after this and saw my own reflection in the mirror by my desk.
It’s 4am and I can’t go back to sleep. I’m a light sleeper and the sounds of Gotham coat heavily tonight. I stare at my phone, tapping the home button when it goes black to keep watch of the time passing. I have to be up in two hours for class and another night of insomnia has already wrecked my focus for the day. I get up and walk out of my room quietly, trying not to wake my roommates up. I throw a sweatshirt over the tank top I was wearing in bed, I tuck my phone into my leggings and put in some slippers. I walk out of the apartment and close the door gently behind me.
It’s a little chilly outside and I tuck my hands into my sweater pockets.
I always go for early morning walks when I know sleep isn’t in the future, they are the only positive thing that has come from the sleepless nights. The sky is shaping itself from the black stared sky to the orange and red sunrise. I look forward to meeting the colors everyday.
I walk towards the sunrise, letting the sun warm up my skin as it peeks through the buildings. Gotham is far from a clean city, the smells and sounds are always unpleasant to most. I grew up here though, these things done phase me anymore. This is a regular day for me. My mind is at complete bliss when a hand has pushed my shoulder throwing me to the ground.
“Watch the fuck out!” I yell out as I get back up.
I didn’t realize who I was yelling at till I got up and looked at them as they stopped with their back turned my way. I instantly knew who this was and I felt a lump in my throat.
The purple alligator skin trench coat that had a high collar, the top of his bright green hair stood out against the contrasting colors around him, my heart sank.
He slowly turns towards me and he has a snarling growl coming out of him.
He draws his pistol from his side and points it at me, I stand firm and hold my ground but close my eyes tight.
Unfortunately Gotham doesn’t have a 101 class of what to do when confronted with The Joker.
I stand there, my heart is racing as I wait for the force of a bullet to enter my body.
“Don’t move.” He sounds a little bit closer, his voice is deep.
A shot rings out and I tense where I’m at trying not to flinch in either direction. I don’t feel anything and all I hear is a thud behind me.
I open my eyes and The Joker is jumping into a white car with completely blacked out windows, I turn around and look at the pool of blood forming around the man that was just shot.
“Run.” The Joker yells out to me as he speeds off.
I do, I run all the way back to the apartment, I open the door to our place and slam it closed behind me.
I slouch down at the door catching my breath.
Bri comes rushing out of her room, “Skylar! What the hell!“
She kneels by my side, “I had to run. I had to. He told me to run. He could have killed me.” I’m not sure if I’m holding back tears or still trying to catch my breath at this point.
“What are you talking about Sky?” She grabs my face so I have to look at her, “What happened?” She’s trying to stay calm. Bri is knows to lose her temper quickly and often.
I finally meet her golden brown eyes, “The Joker.” I let out a sigh like I was in pain holding in his name. “I went for a walk and, and he pushed me out of the way. He shot a guy behind me. There was so much blood Bri.”
That’s when it hit me. I start to gag and tears roll down my face.
Bri is quick to grab the trash can from the kitchen. She rubs her hand on my back and hold my hair back and I empty everything inside me.
“You need a stronger stomach!” She laughs as she gets up to get a rag.
“Shit Skylar! What happened?” Ryan walks out of his room after hearing all the commotion going on.
“Blood. She saw blood.” Bri’s sarcasm seeps through her words, “Oh, and The Joker. She met him as well.” She uses a tie on her wrist to tie my hair in pony tail and hands me the cold rag.
“Well what an eventful morning you’ve had.” Ryan scratches the back of his head still trying to process everything, he walks over to kitchen to make some coffee.
I lean my head back against the door, Bri has left me on the floor and has gone to make herself a cup of coffee as well. I meet her eyes again as she walks by me and she shakes her head.
I’ve never been good with blood, Im surprised I didn’t keel over on the sidewalk. I use the rag to wipe my face and then tie up the trash bag and stand up, “I’ll be right back.” I open the door and head to the trash. The air feels good against my clammy skin. I make a slow walk back into the apartment, clearing my head of the messy part of the morning and also letting my stomach settle. I open the door and the smell of coffee hits me, i feel a little more awake just it hitting my senses. I go brush my teeth first and then pour myself a cup of coffee.
Ryan and Bri are giving me a look as they sit on the couch. I roll my eyes and take a seat in the chair across from them and get ready for the lecture.
“I couldn’t sleep!” I try and plead my case.
“Skylar, you never sleep and you just came in close contact with The Joker. Thats a close call to death for a morning stroll. You know these streets aren’t safe.” Bri is trying to keep her cool. I give her a slight smile showing her I appreciate her keeping calm. This isn’t the first time they have tried telling me not to go for a walk alone, but I know they won’t go with me and I really can’t help it. Watching the colors of the sky change brings a peaceful feeling over me, like nothing can break me, nothing can reach me in those moments of escape. That was proven wrong today though.
“Seriously Sky, this could of gone a lot worse.” Ryan leans back into the couch and drinks his coffee.
“Alright! I’ll let you know next time, ok? I’ll send out a text or something.” I put my feet up on the table in the middle of us.
“I have to get to class, but this family meeting is not over.” He walks back into his room and turns his music on while he gets ready.
We have these ‘family meetings’ when important things need to be discussed. I think thats why living here has worked out so well. We don’t really keep secrets from each other, and we speak our mind when needed.
Bri leans close, “What did he look like?” She smiles.
I let out a laugh, “I wanted to get a better look at him but I couldn’t. He had a gun pointed at me and i closed my eyes.”
“He pointed a gun at you? You failed to mention that!” She is about to snap.
“He shot the guy behind me, so it was more pointed next to me.” I smile at her and get up before she has a chance to get mad.
I go to the bathroom that her and I share and lock the door. I strip down and get the hot water flowing in the shower.
I decided to skip my two classes today, I really don’t think I would be able to concentrate today.
I make my shower quick, knowing Bri needs to get ready for her day as well.
I wrap a towel around myself and run into my room quickly, Ryan has definitely seen us naked before but we prefer if that doesn’t ever happen again.
There was a lot of awkward silences last time.
I drop the towel from my body once I’m in my room and wrap my hair in it. I throw on a black shirt and some pajama shorts, I plan on changing after I do my hair.
It’s freezing in my room and notice the window is open. I walk over to it, as my hand reaches for the lip of the window something catches my eye in the sill.
I grab the paper, it’s thick and has a shine to it. My heart starts to beat a little faster.
Its a playing card, the Joker card. With the word ‘Doll face’ written across the back in black ink. I drop the card and it lands by my feet. I slam the window shut and back away. I take a few steps back toward the window and look outside, no one is there. Well at least i can’t see anyone out there.
I look down at the card again and realize there is more writing, I pick it up and read the small cursive print under ‘Doll face’.
A shiver runs down my spine as I read the words 'I’m coming for you’. I read it over and over again, panic starts to set in.
It was a hot summer day; you were getting ready to go to the beach with your friends when you heard Neymar walking down the stairs, he probably just woke up. He spent the night at your place, since your parents went on a trip for the weekend.
He walked down with nothing but his boxers, still half asleep “Already leaving?” He knew you had plans with your friends, because you told him last night. He wanted to come with you, but he had practice.
“Yeah, I made you breakfast, it’s on the table.” You told him while walking around searching for stuff to take with you.
He sat in the kitchen and started eating while watching you running around the house. When you were finally ready, you walked to him, still sitting at the table. You placed a kiss on his lips and walked away “I’m late, text me when you finish. I left you my house key on the table; don’t forget to lock the house. Bye babe.”
You left; he didn’t even had the time to say anything. You went to pick up your three friends and went to the beach. It was perfect, the sea was amazing, and there was many people tanning and having fun. You all got yourself a big umbrella and went to get yourself an ice tea. It was perfect, finally some free time without any worries.
After two hours, you went to eat at a beach bar and got yourself a hamburger, when you finished eating and walked back to your place you looked at the phone and saw that you didn’t get any new messages, which was strange because Neymar should have finished half an hour ago. You didn’t want to panic, you told yourself he might be nervous or that the training was longer today.
You were sitting and staring at the sea while your friends were playing cards. Suddenly someone putted his hands over your eyes, to make you guess who it is. You didn’t guess, you just took off both hands and looked to see who is it.
Your face was shining when you saw your boyfriend in his shorts and his baseball hat, smiling back at you. He came closer to give you a kiss “Surprise.”
You kissed him back and noticed he wasn’t alone. He came with Rafinha and Dani, you said hi to them and presented everyone to your friends. Then all of the boys took of their shirts and ran in the water. At first you watched them holding each other on their arms trying to do backflips and other acrobatics. Your friends decided to go get some ice-cream, you didn’t want to, so you laid on your stomach and closed your eyes to relax.
After a few minutes, you almost frizzed when you felt a cold and wet body on your back. You screamed making almost everyone stare at you since you screamed the name of a famouse footballer.
“Neymar!” He started laughing but didn’t get off of you. He made you a little bit mad, since you almost got a heart attack “What’s wrong with you! Why aren’t you in the water!?”
He then got off of you so you could turn around “I saw you were lonely.” He was so calm; he was said it like he really felt you were feeling lonely, even though you weren’t.
You smiled and hugged him around his neck, but this was a mistake. He grabbed your legs lifting you up and started running in to the water.
“No Ney! Don’t!” you screamed again making everyone stare, but it was too late, you felt the water on your hips. He didn’t throw you inside he just started turning around, still with you wrapped on his neck. He putted his face closer so your noses could touch, you both smiled at each other in silence then he kissed you, it was a long passionate kiss.
Dani started splashing you so you moved away from Neymar, stopping the kiss. You left him and started splashing Dani back laughing. Then you jumped on his arms in hope to drown him, but you didn’t move him not even a little bit. Rafinha and Neymar laughed at you being persistent to make it. When you gave up Dani turned around, lifted you up, and threw you in the water.
You looked madly at Dani and swim to Neymar, grabbing yourself around his back, making them all laugh as you showed your tongue to Dani. After a while, all three of you decided to go out of the water. Neymar was holding your hand while walking outside.
Suddenly you saw a younger boy ran to Dani who was in front of you; he wanted to take a picture. You knew that once he will see Neymar he will probably want to get a picture with him, but you didn’t care.
You were right, the boy looked at Neymar and asked to take picture; you told the little boy that you would take a picture of them and he smiled. It was all good, until people started noticing the three footballers and started asking for photos and autographs. You were used to him being famous, but not like this, not when you were around.
The worse was when the fans were girls in bikini costumes showing themselves and wrapping around Neymar, making you nervous. After seeing a girl kissing him on the cheek in front of you, because everyone came to the place where you and your girls were, you walked away.
You told your friends that you just needed to go to the bathroom. They knew you were mad, but didn’t follow you, so you could calm down. You sit on the stairs that took off the beach. You looked down and calmed yourself before going back to your friends so they wouldn’t be worried.
When you came back, people were still there, not as many as before but they were. You sit down and looked away, then your friend came closer to you “(y/n), are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said forcing a smile. You didn’t know but Neymar heard the conversation so as fast as he took the last picture he walked to you. It was already getting night, the sky was beautiful.
“Amor, come with me” he grabbed your hand pulling you up. You didn’t say anything, just did as he said.
He didn’t let go of your hand and you started walking around the beach, you were a little bit embarrassed, because people were looking, but you were happy. Then he stopped and looked straight in to your eyes “What’s wrong?” As much as you didn’t want to ruin this perfect walk you had to tell him.
“I just… got a little bit jealous.” You said avoiding his look.
He smiled, turned your face to him and placed a strong kiss. He moved away and hugged you tightly,
“You have no reason to be jealous, you’re the only one who can have this.”
summary: Dean surprises reader after there wedding with a honeymoon. They hop on a plane and when Dean gets needy, they become apart of the ‘cool club’ on the plane. A/N: This is the second installment of Run away with me! I suggest reading the first one, lol
The two of you pulled your wedding attire off soon after arriving back in the room. You were rudely interrupted when a knock on the door sounded. You pulled on his plain white button up and walked to the door.
When you opened it a bellhop appeared holding two bags.
So, I wasn´t planning on uploading this yet, but I couldn´t wait so I figured I might as well put it out there tonight :) I don´t know yet how many parts it will have but most likely 1 or 2 more. It might be a few days before next part is up though… sorry…
I hope you enjoy :)
She opens her mouth to speak her memorized lines but she is cut off by the sound of a Taylor Swift song.
“…Cause we´re young and we´re reckless, we´ll take this way too far. It´ll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they´ll tell you…”
A crewmember holds up her phone that turns out to be the source of the music. She blushes and apologizes and the guy presses “decline” and puts the phone back down.
When people lie about their identity (trans, otherkin, asexual, etc.) it pisses me off so much that I’d consider punching them in the face if it were possible. These are the people who make a big deal out of acting out in public or posting about it on this shitty website for attention. These are the people who jump down your throat because you “used the wrong pronouns”. Which is hilarious because I’m pretty sure NO ONE refers to someone as a gender when using pronouns unless it’s a fucking proper noun aka their FUCKING NAME. *fumes* If I’m talking about someone and I use “his/her” I’m not fucking doing it if you’re standing right there. Idiot. And even if I did call you a “guy”- maybe the reason I did that is because you look like one and you literally have no other identifier as to being trans other than your painful tumblr description in which your first line starts out with your fucking preferred pronouns. Oh my god it’s such an insult to people who are ACTUALLY TRANS and have to deal with fucks everyday who yell at them for going into the opposite bathroom or get mad when they change their name. Yeah. They CHANGE THEIR NAME. If you’re so bent out of shape about fucking WORDS ON A SCREEN (and I forgot that sick burns melt special snowflakes whoops I guess I missed the Tumblr Daily Offense Update today darn better renew that subscription NOT) then maybe you should change your first name instead of throwing a giant hissy fit about it online. You’re not oppressed you assholes. What, am I going to have to read about “otherkin” being oppressed because someone created a new bible with pronouns for every goddamn animal on this planet? Will the entire English language be created to suit these lying fucks? I also love when people enable these idiots by going “oh they’re mentally ill pity them”. No. Wanna know why? Their only goal is ATTENTION. They don’t care if they get it from the trans identity or the otherkin or the refraining from sexual activity- or even from going to a mental institution. All they want is someone to go “oh poor them they have so much potential and they’re so different aw let’s worship the special”. Let’s not. These people may suffer from mental illnesses such as depression or social anxiety (I have both and I sure as fuck don’t expect society to cater to me for it) but this whole explosion of “new identities” is pure LYING. And if there is one thing I hate more than conceited pricks on the internet who consider themselves god-like, it’s pure, raw, shameless dishonesty. Your parents did good. Do us all a favor and disappear down a wormhole.
If I talk about this anymore I think I will be diagnosed with Internet cancer. Sorry if I trigger anyone who has had cancer or who identities with Cancer, the zodiac crab.
Anonymous said: Felicity sleeping on the couch after a fight with bae, and bae coming down seeing her tear stained cheeks while she’s sleeping and carrying her to bed with him. The baes end up snuggling and making up. ^_^
“Felicity, wake up.”
She shifts awake slowly, that still-sleeping confusion leaving her wondering why she’s looking at the back cushions of the couch. The fabric is so close to her face she frowns until she feels the hand gently shaking at her shoulder, and then she shifts onto her other side, seeing Oliver crouched before her.
“What are you doing down here?” he asks her.
“Sleeping on the couch,” she says, her tired voice as stroppy as she intends it to be. “Act of defiance. I’m still mad at you.”