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retired-hxro  asked:


   Controversial opinion: 

   I don’t personally like roleplaying with icons, and I think tumblr puts a lot of emphasis on aesthetic over substance.

   Of course, people are more than welcome to use whatever format and graphics they like! Some of you guys come up with some really cool stuff, and I love to see how creative you can get!

   But for me, I’ve been roleplaying and writing since before tumblr was even a website; my focus has always been communicating through text. Though illustration makes a great addition, I’ve been taught that it should never be the primary focus; anything you want to explain should be understandable through description alone, especially in a situation where you’re writing for, say, a bare-bones tabletop game scenario, where the players often have physical, static figurines.

   At some point I’ve actually felt like people tend to pass me over because I don’t really format or use a lot of nice graphics and such– I made some icons for Nedzu from Beatrix Potter illustrations, and I might go back and cap some from the manga, but overall I just won’t use them.

anonymous asked:

If you have the time and if you don't mind, what are some books you really recommend? Doesn't have to be all time faves, but anything that pops into mind that you want more ppl to read and love, Extra points if lgbt+ , i got the whole summer with little to do and i wanna spend it reading some good quality writing and honestly so far your recs have introduced me to so many faves its unbelievable

[blushes profusely] oh wow, thank you!!!  i’m so glad you’ve trusted me enough to check out some of the stuff i reblog; that is like the ultimate compliment, i can’t even???  i don’t mind at all(!), fair warning though: i only started recording what i read partway through last year and my mind is like a sieve so i’ll do my absolute best to remember what’s sang to me in the recent past.  warning number two: i’m in an open relationship with absolutely every genre out there so i’ll try to note which belongs where so you can avoid those that hold no interest for you.


  • i’ll give you the sun.  i loved this book, the writing is fucking transformative and all the characters are so damn likable, while still being realistically flawed human beings.
  • the raven cycle (tetralogy).  definitely my favorite series since harry potter.  the writing, the world-building, the characters, it’s all on top-form.  i wrote a little, mini non-spoilery review of it: here, back when i was better (worse?) wordly-wise and my feels were brand new.
  • more happy than not.  i’m still not sure how i feel about this book.  it was hard, but it felt very true to the characters and the lingo and style matched the ages of the players and i have a lot of respect for that.
  • the watchmaker of filigree street.  woooow i loved this book.  i admit ‘historical fiction’ kind of makes me cringe.  it never precludes me from reading a book but it does knock it down the list by a book or five because they’re often very dense and very clunky and end up taking me ages to get through.  but this one was gorgeous.  i loved the plot, the attention lovingly placed on every character and the historical elements.  the surprise gay in an already brilliant book felt like winning the lottery honestly.
  • captive prince (trilogy).  okay, truthfully, i’m only putting this on here because the second book is such a high point for me.  it was never bad at any point but it had unfortunately been hyped far too much for it to live up to my, admittedly, very high expectations.  hopefully it’ll fare better with you?
  • everything i never told you.  i go back and forth on this one.  i like the writing a lot, i like the LGBT aspect a lot, and i like the mystery aspect a lot but there are definitely characters i would cut out entirely for sheer predictability if i could and that killed a lot of my enjoyment at the time (but i think much more highly of it in retrospect?).  so, take that as you like.
  • aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.  if there’s a book that handles its characters with more care or respect or consideration then i haven’t run into it.  i love the way this is written and the people it’s populated with.
  • flying lessons & other stories.  a bunch of uber talented authors writing a bunch of uber diverse and LGBT-focused stories and, yes, that is exactly as awesome as it sounds.
  • the song of achilles.  it is utterly heart-breaking but so rich, honestly.


  • the diviners.  (also has a minor LGBT character, who may play a bigger role in the sequel?)  fair warning, i have not read the sequel, lair of dreams, because it is somehow still not out in paperback (yes, i read physical books, yes, i pretty exclusively read paperbacks so i can lug them everywhere with me, YES, I PRE-ORDERED THIS ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO AND IT’S STILL NOT OUT, NOT THAT I’M BITTER ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING) so i can’t speak to that one finishing on a high note as i don’t know.  but this was the first historical novel i managed to like in a long while.  it does such a good job of fusing in 1920s lingo and dress and aspects that i couldn’t help but love it.  add in the fantasy elements and i can admit i’m the perfect sucker for it.
  • the scorpio races.  i’m not sure why but it took me a long-ass time to get into this book, i wasn’t flipping pages with gusto until well towards the end but - especially as i was reading so much YA at the time - i really appreciated coming across a romance that lets both people come into it as themselves and stay themselves, neither puck nor sean were ever smashed or crumpled or shaved away to fit into their relationship, which was so refreshing.  plus the water horses were fucking cool.
  • the night circus.  the writing, the atmosphere, the circus.  just… it is all very whoa.
  • all the birds in the sky.  i loved this writing style and these characters and the magical elements.


  • i’ll meet you there.  there was something about this and i just… ended up liking it way more than i expected to.  i might’ve just read it at exactly the right time, i’m not sure, but i really enjoyed it.
  • the invoice.  this is honestly just hella cute and so freaking surreal.  swedes, man.


  • why not me?  i like mindy kaling a lot.  i make no apologies for that.  plus you can read both her books in about five seconds, haha.


  • station eleven.  i loved this book.  the way the narrative is woven is so refreshing and i wish the comic book miranda was writing in this book was a real thing more than anything else in the woooorld.
  • illuminae.  hot DAMN this book was cool.  the plot was rock solid, the characters were hilarious and badass and the graphics made out of text and spiraling words and just the way this thing is put together?  shit, it’s worth your money and then some.
  • a robot in the garden.  okay this is just cute as hell.  i can’t even with tang, he’s the most adorable robot to ever adorable.
  • annihilation (southern reach trilogy).  (LGBT minor characters.)  okay, honestly?  i don’t know.  this was freaking zany but i was invested as fuck in all the kookiness for reasons i can’t articulately elaborate on.
  • the martian.  hilarious, engaging, SPACE.  what more do you want?


  • things we lost in the fire.  this is more atmospheric than anything but, damn, could this get me wishing i wasn’t reading this in the dark or looking over my shoulder to make absolutely sure no one was standing behind me.  it’s a book of short stories (by the way, i love books of short stories and i definitely realize that is not true for everyone) and each one is so well-delivered and stylized.  i really enjoyed reading this.
  • let the right one in.  okay, this is legit horror so definitely stay away if you’re easily squicked out but it is harrrrrd to find good horror (at least in my opinion) and this definitely, definitely qualifies.
  • horrorstör.  i honestly had such low expectations for this, a horror story set in a wannabe-ikea, but it ended up being so ridiculous and strange and funny that i was won over by the finish.
  • the girl with all the gifts.  holy unique and well-executed zombie idea, batman!


  • the bigness of the world.  there were definitely ones here that hit better than others but the ones i liked, i really liked!

GRAPHIC NOVELS (i read a lot of these so, um, prepare yourself)

  • saga.  (LGBT minor characters as well.)  this is world-building to a degree that i’m convinced did not exist before.  just, i can’t say enough amazing things about this series and the staggering amount of imagination that regularly goes into it.
  • ms. marvel.  heart-warming as fuck.  it’s definitely really easy to lose faith in the world these days, luckily kamala is there to remind you that people are primarily and genuinely good.
  • black science.  this is another one that took just an insane amount of imagination to cook up.  i got off to kind of a rocky start with this one but the gray-ness of all the characters really speaks to me, and that doesn’t really blossom until later in the series.
  • spider-man/deadpool.  this was very satisfying for my super duper spideypool-shipping mind.  joe and ed did us so good, and joe basically said in his sign-off: i made it absolutely as gay as they would let me, haha.
  • the wicked + the divine.  (LGBT minor characters that you’re going to get way too attached to, and retroactively.  it’s awful [sobs].)  the concept for this, gods reincarnating into teenagers before they burn up their hosts after a predetermined set of time, is so fucking cool.  the humor and the characters and the plot is all just aces.
  • iceman (LGBT MAIN CHARACTER).  okay, so this just started.  like issue #2 was only released days ago but 1) i am liking it so far and 2) marvel did it so dirty and barely advertised bobby - an openly homosexual superhero - was getting his own series, like, i found out about it the day before it went on sale and i keep my ear fairly close to the ground (not as close as some BY A LOT, but closer than the lay person i’d say) so if you can support it, please do!  pre-orders mean a lot in terms of numbers. :))))
  • descender.  admittedly, this starts out rooough.  because the main character, TIM-21 (and his little dog too), are annoying as hell.  he’s an android so there’s no dimension to him so he’s booooring as all get out but i am so glad i stuck with it through to the next trade because, probably picking up on the unsustainability of him as a main character, he gets shuffled off and the side characters get the stage and they rock so hard.
  • paper girls. (LGBT main characters.)  i’m kind of just convinced that brian k. vaughan can do no wrong at this point.  his plots are so tight and mind-blowing and badass.
  • monstress.  here’s a little tid-bit about me: female comic book writers are 100% more likely to get my money and my time because they are so damn rare and this series is unique, badass, and eye-opening.
  • black monday murders.  i’m a little premature with this since there’s only one volume and i usually try to wait until there are at least two but i check up on a volume two a lot so that definitely means something intrigued me!
  • nailbiter.  okay, i haven’t read the final volume yet ‘cause i’m reluctant to let it go but, so far, a series about multiple serial killers all being from the same town has me VERY HOOKED.

i wish i could remember more but this is honestly way better than i expected to do, haha.  they’re definitely not all my all-time faves but they’re ones that have stuck with me for one reason or another and that i didn’t feel i wasted my time on, so that’s something, right?  i hope this helps get you started and that you don’t think too awfully of me when you inevitably run across ones that aren’t your cup of tea!

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

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“Your name?”
                                                                                                              “Only when you say it.”

                                            “A a r o n ?                 or                W a r n e r ?”

                      His eyes close.
                      He tilts his head back against the wall.


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Robert Small ~ aka Bad Dad/Knife Dad

(All info is culled directly from in-game references; gif was made by me - if you want to use it in something else, please ask &/or give me credit.  Thanks so much!  <3)

~ Background Canon ~

  • Seems to have little/no respect for people who sleep around and/or put sex before other, more important things
  • Was (possibly) in the Army
  • Has a Boston Terrier named Betsy (likes to pretend she’s a pit bull)
  • Likes to tell elaborate (and sometimes graphic) stories. (Are they true? No one but Robert knows.)
  • Knows how to fake people out (i.e. good poker face?)
  • Sends texts/messages like a teenager
  • Believes hitting a child would be despicable
  • Insists on watching movie credits to the VERY end
  • Has a daughter named Val who lives in Brooklyn; she works for some ‘news media online magazine thing’ and makes a lot of money doing it.
  • He’s unsure of Val’s age, but thinks it’s maybe 25 or 26
  • He refers to Brooklyn as ‘home’ (…so what does that make Maple Bay?)
  • Carries a fully-stocked first aid kit in his truck
  • Has an unconventional sense of humor
  • Has a tendency to say exactly what he means…and then pretend like he didn’t mean it
  • Not the most talkative of people, generally speaking
  • Thinks River has an ‘old soul’
  • His wife’s name was Marilyn; she died in an ‘accident’.
  • He has a ‘long, wicked scar across his pecs’ (supposedly from a bike accident with Val)
  • Has a tattoo on his left hand, shaped a little like a compass rose
  • The mention of cannibalism reminded him of the last time he went skiing. (Just another ‘story’?)
  • Claims his leather jacket has been in his family a long time, and that it’s ‘cursed’
  • Seems to have done a lot of thinking about killing someone.  “It’s not just their life, you know.  It’s their hopes and dreams draining away.  Every memory and experience they’ve ever had…gone.”
  • This guy may not look it, but he’s smart!  Knows who Hemingway is, has heard of capybaras, is a classic film buff, knows random Bible verses by heart…
  • Robert’s hands are calloused and covered in little white scars.
  • Got stabbed in Louisiana…or was it Kentucky…?
  • Isn’t a ‘sore loser’
  • Drives a VERY old red pickup truck.
  • House is filled with sleek, modern appliances; a big flat-screen TV; and shelves upon shelves of DVDs

~ Likes/Dislikes Canon ~

  • Has at least a mild interest in sports of some kind and a preferred team that he roots for
  • Likes Paranormal Ice Road Truckers, but isn’t a fan of TV in general
  • Likes war documentaries
  • Doesn’t like small talk
  • Doesn’t like being called Rob (…or Bobert) - ‘buddy’ seems to be okay?
  • Likes to go camping (but hasn’t been after what happened last time)
  • Digs old movies from the 30′s and 40s
  • Takes the creation of movies VERY seriously
  • Likes Tom Waits and Santana
  • Likes to whittle and is pretty good at it
  • Smokes like a chimney (if all the ashtrays in his house are any indication.)
  • Enjoys the Criterion Collection

~ Food/Drink Canon ~

  • Likes whiskey… A LOT - especially shots
  • When it comes to alcohol, rarely takes ‘no’ for an answer
  • Likes white zinfandel because it’s delicious, fruity, and refreshing
  • LOVES pineapple on his pizza
  • Enjoys bar-hopping
  • Thinks Jim and Kim’s is the best bar in town
  • Occasionally hangs out at The Coffee Spoon

~ Sex/Romance Canon ~

  • Talks dirty…very dirty
  • Enjoys leaving hickeys…lots of them
  • Rough enough in bed to leave a person feeling sore and ‘creaky’ afterwards
  • Enjoys biting
  • When his lover says ‘no’ or ‘stop’ he takes it seriously
  • Recognizes that he’s an emotional wreck/emotionally unavailable…and is honest about it

~ Memorable Quotes ~ 

  • “The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything, but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
  • “Too many people think that they have to fill the dead air with noise.  Personally I think they’re afraid of the silence.  Or they’re afraid of what the other person is gonna think of the silence…learn to be comfortable with silence.”
  • “I respect your opinion.  And I will fight with my life for your right to say it.  But where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s your sense of taste?  Why won’t you love yourself?”
  • “The juciness of the pineapple paired with the tanginess of the sauce is a flavor combination that everyone should experience at least once, if not a thousand times more. Pineapple on pizza is one of the few things in life that I genuinely and thoroughly enjoy.  Please.  Please just do this for me.  No - do this for yourself.”
  • “That popcorn-ass drivel the mass media is shoving down your throat will only make you dumber and sadder.  You of all people should strive for a higher standard in the art you consume.”
  • “Are you kidding me? I would never hit a child.  That would be despicable.”
  • “This is my Thinking Bench.  I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding per day.  Filling quotas…A lot of people underestimate the senses of a man who broods.”
  • “I’m so many levels of irony deep that I’ve forgotten what humor is.”
  • “I was so busy chasing after all of these things that I thought would make me happy that I didn’t think about anyone else.  All I cared about was myself.”
  • “Maybe I’m just built like this.  Or maybe I do it to myself.  Maybe it’s my own choice I’m as unhappy as I am.”
  • “I’m working on my relationship with existence.”
  • “Long live the king, baby.”
  • “I spent my whole life only taking, and taking, and taking.  And now here I am, an old, broken man sitting on top of a pile of everything I’ve ever taken.  Alone.”
  • “I spent so much time chasing after things I thought were gonna make me happy that I ruined my only real chance at happiness.”
  • “You know, every day for me is a battle against my own self-destructive habits.”


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Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for. 

a/n: thank you to @fen-ha-fuck-you for not only beta-ing this monster but also creating the instagram graphics; this story could not exist without you. I’ve put a lot of myself into this baby, so I hope you all enjoy!

anonymous asked:

YES keep going this fuels me


starting off with a fav of mine, Meaty Yogurt. This particular artist has been a favorite of mine since I was like 14, and one of their other stories, YU+ME, was the first queer story I ever read. The protaganist of Meaty Yogurt follows her as she desperately tries to get out of the town she’s cursed to die in. 

Vattu is one of the most unique webcomics out there, in my opinion. The setting is otherworldly, the story keeps me on my toes, and the art is GORGEOUS. I spend a lot of time lingering on practically text-less pages just to stare at the art, and the COLORS. 

Not Drunk Enough is a horror webcomic, which is unusual for my list lmao. The protaganist, Logan, is trying to find a way to escape a monster-infested laboratory. NDE has a SUPER strong graphic art style and beautiful color sense. If it looks familiar, it’s made by the same person who used to make Hanna Is Not A Boy’s Name, which I still own a t-shirt from. Good times.

changing moods a lil, you should also read Cucumber Quest!! i’ve only read through this once, since it’s a little new to me, but it’s SO gorgeous and cute and soft. i find myself p much immediately getting attached to the characters, and the colors are so… so pleasing. 

Blindsprings is another new addition to my comics list, and holy shit you guys, it’s… So beautiful. It reads like a fairy tale, and if you like conflicts between the magic and the modern (which i do), you’ll love blindsprings. the art genuinely makes me want to pass out. there’s some queerness in the comic too, don’t go thinking there ain’t.

Johnny Wander is written by ananth and illustrated by yuko, both of which are people i would die for. it’s a slice-of-life journal webcomic a lot of the time, but sometimes they put up short stories, which have a modern fantasy feel of their own. The art is just so strong and pretty. reading it genuinely just makes me feel like i know and love these ppl.

Dumbing Of Age is another slice-of-life webcomic I like- it takes place on a college campus and most of the time takes up the life of a comedy comic, but it touches on a lot of serious themes that actually hit v close to home for me

I’m looking through my list and I think this is most of them!! I hope yall enjoy!

ageofsnow  asked:

Hello, can someone tell me the order in which to read the story of Westeros?

I’m sure someone can! And since you’re asking me, I assume you’d like me to. :)

OK, so first off, you want to read the main books, George R.R Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF):

  1. A Game of Thrones
  2. A Clash of Kings
  3. A Storm of Swords (if you live in the UK, this is divided into two books: part 1: Steel and Snow, part 2: Blood and Gold)
  4. A Feast for Crows
  5. A Dance with Dragons (if you live in the UK, this is divided into two books: part 1: Dreams and Dust, part 2: After the Feast

You can get all 5 books in a set, in paperback or leather bound. If you live in a non-English-speaking country, there are translations available, but people generally seem to prefer them in English.

Note the series is unfinished. We’re all waiting on book 6, The Winds of Winter (which might be out in 2018, or might not), and then the series is supposed to end with book 7, A Dream of Spring (god knows when). If you finish ADWD, and TWOW isn’t out yet, you can read the available TWOW preview chapters if you like.

Then there’s the prequel short stories, called the Tales of Dunk and Egg, which take place about 100 years before the main ASOIAF books. You can read these without reading the main books, as they’re lighter and pretty self-contained, but having a background in Westeros helps. The first three stories are called “The Hedge Knight”, “The Sworn Sword”, and “The Mystery Knight”, and they’re collected in this book:

There are supposed to be more Dunk and Egg stories and eventually more collections, but GRRM has to write them first. :)

For further information about Westeros and ASOIAF, I very much recommend:

Note TWOIAF isn’t a narrative story, it’s a companion book written as a in-world history book and guide to the lands of Westeros and Essos. It’s got lots of info about the world of ASOIAF, fleshing out all kinds of details hinted to in the main books and D&E. And it’s lavishly illustrated too, it makes a great coffee table book. Plus it has family trees for the three main families of ASOIAF, the Starks, Lannisters, and Targaryens. But I wouldn’t recommend reading it unless you’ve read ASOIAF and want more.

And for even more information, one of the historical events referred to in ASOIAF and detailed in TWOIAF was a civil war called The Dance of the Dragons. GRRM released two short stories in anthologies, expanding this history, but note again they’re not a narrative story, they’re written like a history book – or more accurately, like a book written by a very opinionated historian. They’re kind of dry, tbh… not dull, but they definitely are not the same as ASOIAF or D&E. If you’d like to read those, you can find them here:

  • “The Rogue Prince”, published in Rogues (Amazon / Kindle)
  • “The Princess and the Queen”, published in Dangerous Women (Amazon / Kindle)

And if those appeal to you, there’s going to be another historical short story, coming out this fall:

  • “The Sons of the Dragon”, published in The Book of Swords (Amazon / Kindle, coming October 10)

Important note: All three of these short stories, plus some of the historical excerpts from TWOIAF, will be released and expanded in a book called Fire and Blood, volume 1, out in late 2018 or 2019. So if you’d rather not buy a fantasy anthology book for one short story, and you can wait, you might as well wait. :)

And one more thing, there’s the “map book”, The Lands of Ice and Fire. This isn’t something to read, it’s not even a book really, but it is a beautiful collection of maps of the world of ASOIAF, including many places that we will probably never visit in the books themselves – but also including a map tracking the paths of the story’s protagonists, and maps of cities like King’s Landing and Braavos.

Oh, in case you like comic books (never know), there are graphic novel adaptations of A Game of Thrones and the Dunk and Egg stories. (A Clash of Kings is currently being adapted, a new issue every month, but not collected into a book yet.) I’m not a huge fan of the AGOT comic art, though a lot of people seem to like them. But the Dunk and Egg comics are just gorgeous (the artist does covers for the AGOT and ACOK adaptations) and I love them almost more than the actual text stories. But remember, they are adaptations – not new stories, just the books in comic book format. Still, to keep this post complete:

So, this is probably more than you wanted to know, but I hope it helps!

To Become A Hunter [2]

Part 1

Characters: Sister!Winchester reader, John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Words: 3600+  

Warnings: Anxiousness, some violence, verbal abuse, a bit of a language, bad mental health, John’s A+ parenting, implied abuse. I know it looks like a lot, I’m just making sure. This is dark though.

A/N: Boom, part 2/3 (as it looks like right now). As I said, this fic has some darker themes, but there’s nothing too graphic I would say. Hope you like it. 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Originally posted by harley-quinns

Your name: submit What is this?

Heart pounding. Head throbbing. Legs wobbly. Sight blurry. Body tired. And a fire burning inside your lungs, or at least that’s what it feels like.

The sun is about to reach it’s peak, in the middle of the sky, like the star on top of the christmas tree. It’s starting to get really warm as well, at least that’s what you think as you try to push forward, try to complete the task.

You have no idea where you are. You’re completely encircled by trees, that look exactly the same to you, except for ’the road’ that just never seemed to end. You briefly wondered if you even took the right direction, but you quickly concluded that it was unlikely that you didn’t, and that the thought was too scary to think of right now.

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Hey guys! My dash has been dead lately so I decided to make a following spree ♡ Please reblog/like this post if you post the following and add your main fandoms in the tags:

- animanga /+haikyuu!!ballroom e youkoso, d.gray-man, mob psycho 100, boku no hero academia/;

- seasonal anime + classics are appreciated too;

- aesthetic things (landscapes, flowers etc);

+ Special bonus:

- you’re a graphic/gif maker;

- you have a tagging system;

- you love oikawa ♡ and spaghetti;

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I won’t be able to follow everyone so please understand. And please don’t get sad/angry if I don’t follow you :’) (I won’t follow blogs that post a lot of non anime content like kpop/gaming stuff);  

For my mutuals, I would appreciate it if you could reblog this and help me a bit ♡ Thank you all so much and have a wonderful day (✿ꈍ。 ꈍ✿)

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sorry if im bothering you,,, pal,, i love your doodled-on character posters,,, may i ask how you make them ?? thanks

okay, so here’s a tutorial on how to make the doodled-on character posters that i’ve been doing since a while.

  • you need some version of photoshop for this. im using photoshop cs5
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100 Ways To Get Over A Breakup.
  1. Deny any and all emotion
  2. Sleep less
  3. Ride your bike at 3am
  4. Without a helmet
  5. In the middle of the street
  6. Fuck the people you thought about fucking when you were in a relationship
  7. Fuck the people you never thought about fucking
  8. Eat healthier
  9. But only after eating really unhealthy for a couple weeks
  10. Stretch more but don’t call it something with spiritual implications because you aren’t very spiritual
  11. Consider alcoholism
  12. Stop romanticizing addiction
  13. Find other self-destructive coping mechanisms
  14. Convince yourself no one really likes you
  15. Cry a lot
  16. Maybe in public
  17. Sleep more
  18. Spiral into crippling depression
  19. But say yes when people invite you to do things
  20. Pretend you’re not sad
  21. Talk like an asshole
  22. Go out of your way to be jaded and cynical
  23. Criticize everything
  24. Tell yourself you’re going to exercise more
  25. Tell yourself you deserve a break from physical activity because you’re depressed and your body needs to rest
  26. Take long showers
  27. Take cold showers
  28. Masturbate in the shower
  29. Masturbate a lot
  30. Get your nipples pierced
  31. Consider making an OkCupid
  32. Consider reactivating your Facebook
  33. Consider the fact that maybe you measure your self-worth in relation to other people
  34. Consider the fact that maybe you don’t know how to live for yourself
  35. Lie to impress people
  36. Lie to make people like you
  37. Be so honest it makes people uncomfortable
  38. Swallow your filter and word vomit a lot
  39. Sell your things
  40. Leave town for a while
  41. Tell everyone you’re leaving and not coming back
  42. No one will miss you
  43. Move to a new city
  44. Change your name
  45. Cut your hair
  46. Consider spending twice as much money on rent just to live alone
  47. Wonder if living alone will make you feel more or less lonely
  48. Stop texting people who don’t want to hang out
  49. Stop thinking about people who don’t think about you
  50. Stop texting
  51. Just “forget” your phone one day
  52. Pretend it’s broken
  53. Break your phone
  54. Get a new number
  55. Call your mom
  56. Just kidding don’t do that
  57. Read a lot of graphic novels
  58. Watch a lot of movies
  59. Pet a lot of dogs
  60. Make a smoothie
  61. Start using tinctures
  62. Pretend you’re high
  63. Take a dance class
  64. Don’t talk about it all the time
  65. Clean neurotically
  66. Spend a lot of money on Lush products
  67. Use them generously
  68. Wash your sheets
  69. Don’t look at their instagram
  70. Use your friend’s fire pit to burn everything that reminds you of them
  71. Don’t read all of their letters
  72. Just set them on fire and forget
  73. Don’t wonder how this was so easy for them
  74. Don’t wonder if maybe they never really loved you
  75. Don’t call them
  76. Don’t ask for closure
  77. Don’t expect them to wonder how you’re doing
  78. Don’t tell them how you’re doing
  79. Get tattoos on the most tender parts of you
  80. Breathe deeply because the pain is sort of cathartic
  81. Do not fuck your tattoo artist
  82. Learn a new language
  83. Start a cool hobby that will make you seem super interesting
  84. Buy a motorcycle
  85. Stop letting people manipulate you
  86. Be really sad
  87. But like be really tough about it
  88. Drink juice out of the carton
  89. Take a lot of bubble baths
  90. Take a nap inside the duvet
  91. Drink herbal tea
  92. Buy new boots
  93. Get a professional massage
  94. Read non-fiction
  95. Go on a hike by yourself
  96. Go swimming
  97. But not if you just pierced your nipples
  98. Call in sick and spend the day in bed
  99. Listen to the bands you listened to in high school
  100. Sing along loudly even if you’re crying a little bit
Safe - Thanksgiving Special - Jaehyun x Reader - Vampire!AU

to all jaehyun stans: you are not prepared for this

Requested by: an anon, i haven’t had a request in ages so thank you and i hope this doesn’t disappoint

Word Count: 6268

Trigger Warnings: Graphic Descriptions and Language, Mentions of Blood and Death, Vampires

Genre: Fluff, Thriller, Angst, Vampire!AU

You knew that going camping with your friends in the woods for a weekend during Thanksgiving break wasn’t a smart decision, but they had somehow managed to coerce you into agreeing to the abysmal idea.

The reason that your friends had given to get you to agree was that you never liked trying new things when they asked you to because you were a total wuss, and so to save whatever was left of your ego, you decided to prove them wrong and go along with their suggestion, agreeing to the plan of camping out at a lake house in the woods with your group.

You got up on that Friday morning and dragged yourself over to the bathroom, staring unhappily at your reflection. The dark circles around your eyes did not appeal to you in the least, and you turned the faucet’s knob around, letting the gush of water fill the dead silence of the room as you cupped the cool liquid in your palms and splashed it on your still groggily sleepy face.

You dried your washed skin and then began to attend to your hair, lazily combing it as you moved it around, trying to make it look decent as you settled for the same style you combed it every other day. You heard your phone ring from your bedroom.

Walking over to the table where it lay charging, you unplugged the device and tapped the answer button as you raised it and situated it at your ear.

“Chickened out yet?” came your best friend’s mocking voice from the other end of the line, and you could feel yourself smirking a little.

“Not quite,” you replied smoothly, your voice sounding as bored as you’d intended it to. Perfect at bluffing, as always.

“I thought you’d have been running for the hills by now,” came the surprised answer.

“And my parents thought I’d have been a doctor by now, but I live to disappoint,” you continued, now smiling as you went through your packed bag and made sure you had all the items on your overnight checklist.

Laughter resonated along the line at the delivery of your joke.

“We’re all taking my mom’s minivan, and since you live the farthest, you get picked up last.”

“Wow, the discrimination. I can’t believe you even have the audacity to say this right to my - “

“Oh, do shut up,” your best friend interjected as he continued laughing. “You get the most time out of all of us to just chill and get your shit together. See you in an hour.”

“If you say so,” you finished, smiling as you hung up the phone and shook your head.

He was right, though, you were the only person who could afford to have a proper breakfast.

You took everything you needed from your room and headed to the kitchen, opening the blinds a little only so that a frown could grace your features.

It was as though every single grey cloud in the sky had decided to show up for a convention.

The weather made it seem like it was going to rain, and you immediately closed your eyes as you face-palmed and felt yourself groan.

You reached for your phone again and opened the forecast app only to find out that this weather was supposed to persist for the next four days, even after you were done with the camping session.

How was anybody supposed to enjoy their vacation if they couldn’t go outside?

At least you’d be staying indoors and not actually camping in a tent in the wild; you were not having it if they thought that you’d be okay at all with sleeping in the presence of bears or, even worse, bugs.

You decided to make yourself something light, not wanting to eat too much just in case someone wanted to stop for breakfast on the road to your destination.

You were looking through the items in your fridge, debating on what you were willing enough to make, when a knock came at the door.

How could they be here already? It hadn’t even been an hour since you hung up the phone.

You walked over to the door, almost pissed to find out that you had been pranked, and opened it to be greeted by the most handsome face to have ever graced this planet.

Your weakness. The one man whom you could not get out of your head.

Your drop dead gorgeous neighbor, Jung Jaehyun.

You immediately smiled at his presence, folding your arms at your chest at this unexpected visit.

You always loved hanging out with this big softie, now very used to being around him and spending time together whenever the both of you were free, which seemed to be conveniently often.

“To what do I owe this honor of a visit from the Jung Jaehyun?” you started sarcastically.

He gave you a breathtaking smile that showcased his dimples as he chuckled and looked at you with hooded eyes through his dark fringe.

“And a good morning to you, too, Y/N,” he murmured just a bit too close, his breath fanning your face and his sultry voice sending tremors of shock down your spine.

“How may I help you?” you asked, your voice faltering a little as you took a small step back for your own good.

His smirk remained. “I was hoping for a little bonding session over breakfast, and by that I mean that my toaster broke and I was going to ask if I’m allowed to use yours.”

Your melodic laughter filled his ears and made him grin as you nodded your head and mouthed a ‘sure’ at him.

“Come on in,” you spoke over your shoulder, inviting him in as he slowly stepped through your front door and shut it behind him.

What a sight it was, to see Jaehyun standing in your kitchen is his grey sweats and oversized black hoodie, complementing his hair perfectly.

A smile tugged at his lips as he waited for his toast, turning around to face you. “You should take a picture, you know. It lasts longer.”

“I’m well aware of that,” you replied sarcastically, “but I can’t seem to find anything worth photographing.”

“What a shame,” he purred, the sly smile now turning into a grin.

He looked around, eyebrows furrowing a little as his sights landed on your bag. “Going somewhere for the day?” he asked innocently.

You found yourself replying before you could have managed to stop yourself, forgetting that you’d promised him to marathon your favorite movies together over Thanksgiving break.

“Yeah, I’m staying with my friends over the weekend.”

“You don’t strike me as a person who would prefer the outdoors,” he said sincerely, keeping a friendly smile as the thought of being away from you for so long sunk into his mind.

“I’m not. If it makes any difference, we’re staying in a house for the next two nights. I am not sleeping with the bugs,” you snorted, making him chuckle.

“Is the spot you’re going to famous? I might know it,” he prodded carefully, hoping to make you spill more information about your mini-adventure. You didn’t seem to notice his intrusive efforts, casually beginning to reply.

The toaster dinged and he put his bread on a plate you’d offered him, shallowly taking a bite before chewing.

“I wouldn’t know, honestly, it’s just this one house by the lake that’s not too far away from a small town on the outskirts of the woods.”

Jaehyun swallowed hard, immediately trying to think up an excuse so he could stop you from going.

“I heard it’s a dangerous spot,” he started, his expression worried, “are you sure you want to be there for the entire weekend?”

You looked at him uneasily, wondering if your friends had deliberately done this to mess with you or if perhaps Jaehyun had gotten the place mixed up with somewhere else.

“No, I’m pretty sure the area’s okay. My friends go there all the time, they were even there two weeks ago.”

“Oh,” he continued, getting more desperate now, “I almost thought you were describing the same spot where a few people regularly got kidnapped. Even the detectives couldn’t trace a pattern or bring back the missing victims. How unfortunate.”

“Don’t joke about that,” you said, laughing uneasily.

“I would never do that, Y/N, I’m just genuinely concerned,” came his sincere reply, a look of anger - or was that pain - flashing through his eyes.

You felt odd and decided to change the subject. “I’ll be with my friends, so it’s all good, Jae. Besides, I don’t think the weather would allow us to move about much.”

He smiled at his nickname and even more at the mention of the weather. “They say it’s going to rain for the coming few days. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Not particularly?” you mused, still finding it weird that he liked the rain more than a warm day.

“Ah, right, you’ll be all alone and without your cuddle buddy Jae to protect you from the treacherous storm. As if I needed another adorable reason to not be very fond of the sun,” he smiled at you, tilting his head to the side as you shifted your gaze and waited for your blush to subside.

“What’s the primary reason you don’t like the sun?” you pushed.

“Allergies,” he said, putting an end to that discussion quickly as your eyebrows knotted together.

Allergic to the sun?

You shook your head, trying to find something else to talk about. “Um, what about you? What will you be doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much, I’ll probably just get some chores done and catch up on a series or two.”

“Seems eventful,” you teased, making him smirk.

“Well I’m sorry, Y/N, but not all of us have amazing social lives with friends that own lake houses and invite us over on vacation.”

“It’s only one house, and its his parents’, not his,” you laughed.

“Oh,” came Jaehyun’s chipped reply. “I didn’t know you were spending the weekend with your boyfriend?” he asked, frowning as he scratched at the back of his head uneasily.

“No way,” came your instant response, interested at his reaction. “We’re best friends and all, but he and I are never going to be a thing.”

“That’s more than slightly comforting,” he answered, smiling a little. “What’s the matter? Way out of his league?”

“Not particularly, I just seem to have my attention focused on somebody else.”

He pursed his lips at the sound of that, clenching his jaw as he slowly nodded, whatever left of his heart constricting far too tightly in his chest.

You laughed at his expression, pulling his gaze back to you as you slowly made your way to the counter just a few steps away from where he stood.

He caught on pretty quickly, giving you a cute pout as leaned back on the fridge. “It’s not nice to tease the people who care about you, Y/N. Don’t you think so?”

“Is that what I was doing?” you feigned innocence, giving him a bewildered expression.

“Don’t give me those eyes,” he whined playfully, smiling as he stared at your laughing form.

“You’re right, I should save them for my one and only best friend whom I’ll be spending the entire weekend with. Who knows, maybe we’ll even get to share a room together,” you commented as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, thrilled at the discovery of his mutual affections and enjoying the situation at hand just a little too much.

He walked closer, slightly towering over you as his cologne invaded your senses and his index finger tilted your chin up to make you look into his hooded dark eyes.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” he asked lowly, his enchantingly husky voice making you squirm. “Because if you are, then I can assure you that it’s most definitely working.”

“Why? Don’t you think he and I would make a great couple?” you teased breathlessly, your heart hammering as his lips got significantly closer to yours.

“Not particularly, I don’t - “

“Hey, loser, let’s get your stuff and go - “ your rowdy best friend kicked your front door open and stilled at the entrance as his eyes landed on your figure entrapped in that of the gorgeously pissed off man.

“Am I interrupting something?” he produced a shit-eating a grin, to which you immediately responded ‘no’ while Jaehyun quickly answered with ‘obviously’.

You pulled away instantly, your face and neck suddenly ten times warmer as you heard Jaehyun groan in protest while you grabbed for your stuff and pulled both men out the doorway.

“Are you Jaehyun? Because if so then I definitely see why Y/N talks about you all the time. I’d totally swing your way, too, bro, but like - “

“We’re leaving now!” you exclaimed, taking your best friend’s hand and dragging him towards the car with your waiting friends that catcalled and hollered when they saw you leave the house with the attractive man.

You shoved your bag into the trunk and went back to say goodbye. Jaehyun had a most amused smirk on his face as your best friend headed for the driver’s seat, smiling back at you two and yelling, “You have my blessings!”

“I cannot believe your best friend just ruined what could have potentially been the best day of my life,” Jaehyun commented as he hugged you goodbye, making sure to whisper it in your ear and leave a trail of goosebumps down your arms.

“You’re such a tease, just let me leave without embarrassing myself any further,” you whined, stepping away from him and briskly making it bak to the car.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he replied cheekily, sending you a greasy wink that had your friends in uproar as you entered the car.

“I won’t,” you yelled through the window as your best friend sped away, making everybody laugh as Jaehyun stared at the retreating vehicle with worry.

You couldn’t go there. Not without him.

“Have you eaten anything?” piped up one of your girl friends from the front, offering you a paper bag with McDonald’s breakfast in it. 

Starting the vacation off unhealthy, gotta love it.

“No, Y/N was too busy taking care of other stuff,” came your best friend’s comment, making everybody laugh as you hit him over the head with a hash-brown.

“Shut up you cockblock, you’re the very reason I didn’t,” you said, making everybody laugh even harder as your friend in the front seat turned on the radio and tuned it to your favorite station.

Sitting in a car with your friends without driving everybody on the road insane by the time you reached the lake house was a miracle in and of itself, considering the fact that you’d swerved in and out of lanes on a minutely basis.

It was honestly an incredible feat that you had all made it there alive without crashing, or at least that was what you had been thinking while gazing out the window as you were stopped at a traffic light when you saw Jaehyun standing at the curb.

Your eyes widened, making you do a double take, but all you did was blink and he was gone.

The friend closest to you nudged you with a worried expression on her face. “You okay, Y/N? Are you feeling sick?”

You shook your head slightly, trying to make sense of what you’d just seen. “Thought I saw Jaehyun standing on the sidewalk just now.”

Everybody burst into a fit of laughter as your best friend rolled his eyes and gave a sly smile. “Oh boy, you got it good.”

“Shut up, dumbass,” you sneered, sounding the complete opposite of hostile.

“How scary,” he mocked again.

The rest of the ride was a blur and you got to the lake in no time, the cloudy weather reflecting on the still surface of the water and making it look extremely aesthetically pleasing as you pulled out your phone and snapped a few pictures.

He is right, pictures do last longer. 

You smiled at the thought of him, remembering what had happened, or almost happened if it hadn’t been for the untimely interruption, as a blush crept up your cheeks.

You certainly regretted not chickening out now.

You stopped dead in your tracks, almost wanting to slap yourself across the face.

You should have invited him to come with, how stupid could you have been? Now you had to wait another forty-eight hours at the least before you could possibly see him again.

But you now had time; you could think out what you could tell him when you got back.

You were surprised that you had managed to say anything back in his presence, but who knew what the withdrawal from him would do to you over the weekend? You could possibly lose all the nerve you’d worked up around him.

You dreaded that the very thought could happen. He liked your sarcastically playful self around him, and that was more than enough to keep you going for now. He didn’t have to know that the past few months had turned you into a complete sap for him.

That was information that your were more than just slightly willing to keep to yourself.

“Y/N! You’re burning daylight, help us move the bags inside!”

“There is no daylight!” you huffed at the clouds, turning around and making your way back to the car so you could aid your friends with the painful process of unpacking.

It was just past noon when everybody had settled, bringing out the bags of chips and chilled cans of soda and sitting down on a bunch of logs facing the lake, noticing they were put down in a circle around what now remain to be the ashes of a dead fire.

Everybody was telling stories and jokes, having fun mocking each other in good spirits, and two of your guy friends made a bet where the loser had to strip down to their underwear and dunk themselves into the ice cold lake. Needless to say, you had laughed so hard that your stomach felt like it would soon be in need of some medical attention.

Everything was fine for a few hours, the atmosphere still pretty cloudy but not as gloomy with all the laughter you and your friends had been making.

And then they came.

You didn’t think much of them at first; they were a group of three guys and two girls about your age who said that they were camping out just about three miles from your location.

The feeling they gave you, however, was quite odd. They felt wrong.

You kept staring at the girl who was talking, trying to put your finger on whatever it was that make your skin itch in their presence, but nothing came to mind. Your frown deepened and you shook your head, trying to let loose a little and distract yourself.

Two of the newcomers were now looking at you with curious gazes.

“Is everything okay with you?” asked the girl who had been talking before, everybody’s attention on you.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about some stuff and the weather’s keeping me pretty down,” you answered awkwardly, almost feeling threatened at how the five were staring you down.

“Yeah, thinking about how Jaehyun should be here, am I right?” spoke up one of your friends as he nudged you, making everybody laugh.

You looked around but nobody besides yourself seemed to be uneasy about the people who had crashed your group. You turned to face them and saw them all still staring at you with contempt, as if studying your every move. Waiting. Testing.

“Didn’t know Jaehyun finally found somebody. He was always the picky one,” stated one of the girls bleakly, her voice monotonous and her expression dead. The guys snorted in response and the other girl rolled her eyes.

“You know Jae?” came out your voice, tone absolutely dripping with suspicion. Their eyes all twitched at the nickname.

“More than you do, that’s for sure,” replied a guy from the group, his voice making the insides of your skin crawl.

Your best friend seemed to notice the tension when nobody else did, diverting their attention. “So, how long will you guys be staying? We’ll probably be leaving the house soon so we don’t wanna keep you so far away from camp when it’s already getting late.”

“How kind of you,” came the sarcastic reply, but you were too distracted by a shadow in the woods. It was gone before you knew it, but you could have sworn with everything you had that it was Jaehyun’s lithe figure watching the situation from a distance.

You focused your vision back on the group and saw that one of the guys was staring in the direction you had just been looking, giving a half-assed smirk as he fumed.

Looking back at you, he took a menacing step forward, sneering. “I never knew that predators could be so protective when it came to their prey. You’d think he held affections for you.”

Your head reeled. “I’m sorry?”

Before anybody could speak, a loud clap of thunder boomed in the air, making most of you jump. Not two seconds later, the rain began to pour, and everybody grabbed at the items lying about as you all scurried back into the warmth and dryness of the house.

Everybody was inside, but the newcomers uncomfortably stood on the hooded porch, slightly drenched in water.

“What are you doing out there? It’s raining like hell and I don’t think you guys can get to camp like this. It’s warmer in here,” said a girl from your group, her hair damp and sticking to her face and neck haphazardly.

“We don’t mean to intrude,” enticed one of the visitors standing outside, fishing for an invitation.

“Intrude my ass, come on in,” said your best friend, walking over to you.

He leaned into your ear, making sure nobody else could eavesdrop as he whispered.

“Stay within my sights; they’re giving me a bad vibe and I don’t trust them around you, okay? They do anything fishy and I’ll have them kicked out immediately, just say the word.”

You hugged your best friend, reveling in the feeling of safety he managed to provide in this strange situation, however small that feeling was.

“Thank you,” you murmured, and he laughed.

“Hey, I’m no Jaehyun but I can make sure you’re safe if I have to,” he playfully shoved you, the both of you smiling as you went inside to look for towels.

You came back out to the living room to find two of the new arrivals socializing with your friends, but it only grabbed your full attention when your name came up.

You walked forward, passing towels about and tugging the most talkative of your friends into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” you interrogated.

“Huh? Oh, you mean the new kids? Yeah, they were just interested about how you knew that guy everyone keeps teasing you about, so I told them you guys were neighbors living next door to each other and that you guys hung out a lot.”

“Why the fuck would you say that?! We don’t even know these people, and you’re here telling them my life story? Would you tell anybody if they asked nicely enough?!” you freaked, all of your senses now on high alert.

“Jesus, calm down, Y/N. It’s not like they’re axe murderers or anything, they’ve got nothing on them. Chill a little, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Are you serious? You can’t possibly tell me that - “

“Oh, save it. Don’t ruin the night for everybody, that’s totally uncalled for,” and he stalked away, back in the direction of the room you had pulled him from.

You stayed in the kitchen, not wanting to deal with anybody for the rest of the night and glad that everyone in the house was preoccupied by anything that wasn’t you.

The storm continued outside, the thunder and lightning making you flinch a few times when they caught you by surprise. You really wished you had listened to Jae now; you two could have been cuddling on the couch as you binged on series, drowning out the frightening sounds of the storm.

“Y/N,” you heard his voice loud and clear, and if it hadn’t been for the incessant tapping at the kitchen window, you’d have thought you had imagined it altogether.

You saw his face looking at you worriedly from the outside, confusion and fear suddenly etching themselves onto your features.

You rushed towards the kitchen door that led to the backyard, forcing it open as a gust of breezy wind made you shudder.

“Jae? What on earth are you doing here?” you asked, halting when he enveloped you in a hug, murmuring to himself.

“I thought they’d already gotten to you, I was so worried, I should have tried to convince you to stay longer but I just, I shouldn’t have let you come here, this is all my fault and now you’re a target because of me and I’m so - “

None of that made sense to you.

“Jae, Jaehyun? Hey, look at me,” you said, pulling his gaze to meet yours. “Look, I’m okay. You see me? I’m okay. Why are you here, what did you mean by all of that rambling because I’m kind of confused?”

He hugged you again, his body slightly trembling. “You don’t even know how badly I want to just go in there and rip their fucking heads off.”

“Jae? Who are you talking about?”

“You know something’s wrong with them. I know you felt it. I saw you.”

You stilled. Saw you?

“I wasn’t imagining things. You were actually there,” you pulled away, eyes growing bigger in response to the fear overtaking your body as your mind already jumped to the worst case scenario.

What was he, some kind of stalker? Did he send those people after you?

“Y/N, please wait. Just give me a chance to explain this to you.”

“Did you follow me here? Did you send these creepy people after me? Did you want them to scare me when it was dark and stormy?”

You remembered what he had told you about the spot earlier during the day.

“Or worse!” you shrieked, now almost inside the house, “You want to kidnap me!”

“What? No!” he yelled, bewildered. “I would never! As soon as you’d told me where you’d be going I realized they’d be in the territory. I can’t protect you when you’re so far away from me, Y/N, I can’t ever live with myself knowing I couldn’t protect you from the likes of them.”

“What does that even mean?” you yelled back, attempting to calm down a little and make sense of the situation at hand.

“Aw, look at the quarreling couple,” came the same satirical voice of the boy that had intimidated you before the storm hit, the source dangerously close to where you stood.

You whipped around, almost losing your footing if it weren’t for Jaehyun’s muscular arms keeping you up, protectively wrapping around you as he snarled at the intruders and bared his - fangs?

Well then. You were right after all.

“Oh, look, the dumbass is starting to figure this out!” laughed one of the girls as all five stepped out onto the back porch and closer to you and Jaehyun.

“Jae, what’s going on?” you questioned, terrified beyond your wits.

“You’re safe with me,” he promised, gently kissing your forehead and smiling to himself when you didn’t flinch away.

You simply nodded, your gut compelling you to trust him in this bizarre confrontation.

“What’s the matter, can’t we all just share a meal like the good old days?” asked the sarcastic boy, baring his own fangs.

“Not happening. Not in centuries, and it’s not happening again,” Jae growled, his embrace around you pulling you to his side even more firmly.

“How cute, Jaehyun’s fallen in love with a mortal,” sneered a girl.

Your bubble of hysterical laughter shocked everybody as their eyes landed on you once more. “Just because I’m not a vampire does not mean I’m a mortal, smartass.”

Your bluff game always was too strong, especially when you needed it the most. Now, in the face of danger, your brain switched on to autopilot mode, grabbing for any ideas that could possibly save your life and end this without physical conflict between Jaehyun and the unexpected guests.

“Bullshit, we would have smelled you,” said the quietest of the group, speaking up for the first time.

“Or you could have smelled him, since he’s always hanging around me for good measure,” you retorted, tilting your head to prove your point as your remained latched to your savior’s side.

That had caught them off guard, and they all looked at each other before stepping forward again.

“What are you, then?” prodded the other girl, eyes narrowing into slits.

“None of your concern,” replied Jaehyun smoothly as he squeezed your side in reassurance, not once betraying your impromptu act.

“Leave while you still can,” you stated darkly, and for once, the nerves wracking your body dimmed down your voice into a tone so threatening that you had managed to surprise even yourself.

“This is our territory, you leave,” argued the guy who looked to be their leader. They all seemed wary now, keeping their distance in the offhand chance that you were actually telling the truth.

You, on the other hand, could not believe that your plan was actually working.

“Then we will. Jae will take me home, won’t you?” you asked, looking up at him as you were met by his intimidating profile.

“Of course, love, go get your things,” he murmured, walking you to the door and blocking the entrance for the other five.

“It’s a bluff, isn’t it?”

Don’t even think about it.”

You rushed through to the room where your best friend sat, quickly grabbing your bag as you made your way back towards the kitchen. “I’ll call you when I’m home, I’ll be fine I’m with Jae,” you said in a hurry.

“What?!” he exclaimed, not even off his feet yet by the time you made it back outside.

“Let’s go,” he told you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the woods.

“Are we headed the right way?”

“I’m trying to lose them, but they’re too acquainted with my scent.”

“You guys seem to have bad blood.”

“Please tell me this isn’t one of your puns,” he faked a groan, but you could tell that he was smiling.

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Honestly, what am I going to do with you? To think you’d have gone into shock or something.”

“No, I suspected it,” you answered truthfully as you tried to keep up, huffing a little. He effortlessly pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, jogging away.

“Keep this up and I might get sick on your shirt,” you whined dizzily, the drizzling rain not helping your situation.

“How on earth did you suspect me being a goddamned vampire?”

“You hate the sun, you’re the palest shade of white, you’re too strong for a human being - I mean, nobody can lift up my couch like that single-handedly, who are you trying to fool - you asked me for an invitation into my house the first time you came over, and you’re too good looking to be a human anyway.”

The last part made him laugh, and you could feel it throughout his body.

“Glad I amuse you,” you groaned again, starting to feel nauseous. “Seriously, let me down, I’m getting sick.”

He set you down. “Why didn’t you say anything about it before? You know how hard I had to try to keep myself from freaking you out?”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, no offense, but are you a vampire by any chance?’ Come on, Jae,” you snorted.

He was about to reply when the sound of snapping twigs reverberated to your left.

“Get down,” he ordered, pulling you to the ground as the five emerged.

“You didn’t seriously think we would let you walk away, did you? This is a nice spot. Very convenient to make sure everybody at the house doesn’t hear what goes on.”

“I was hoping you’d be smart enough not to do this, but I guess I am mistaken.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“And you behave like an ignorant one.”

“Seriously, just share a meal with some old friends, what do you say?”

“Sorry, I’m not very fond about sharing what’s mine,” he glowered, and that was it.

He lunged forward and out of your sight, the rain doing a lot with obscuring what you could see and muting anything you would have been able to hear. You heard grunts and wails of agony and all you could do is shut your eyes and keep your hands to your ears as you just wished Jaehyun would come out unscathed.

You lost track of time as you began to silently cry, your crouching legs burning because of the cold, wet rain and your limbs shaking from the very thought of being dealt with.

You didn’t want to die.

You didn’t want Jae to get hurt, either.

And then it was dead silent, nothing sounding but your own ragged panting and the pattering of the rain.

You held in your breath, head beginning to hurt, when you finally heard it.

“Y/N? Baby where are you? Please say something, anything,” he pleaded.

“Jae? Jae!”

He followed your voice, the one voice he’d follow anywhere without hesitation.

You stood there, hair matted by the pelting rain, eyes leaking as you looked him over to see if he was hurt.

Blood,” you whimpered, reaching for his cheek.

“Not mine, darling. I’m okay,” he reassured you, pulling you into him while he inhaled your scent and listened to your lively heart as it beat.


“I promise.”

You walked some more until you reached a figure that you’d recognized as his car, sitting inside with the heating on as he finally took you home.

You had a hot shower as he made you something warm to drink and set up a few of your favorite movies to watch, hoping to take your mind off of what had happened and the ongoing storm outside.

It took him less than a minute to clean up and was already under the blankets when you came out of the bathroom, everything already set up and waiting for you.

He smiled softly when he saw you, and all the worries in your mind faded away as you made your way over and settled into his embrace, allowing him to pull you closer and nuzzle his face into your neck.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t stop you from going.”

“I’m okay now. You’re okay. That’s all that counts. My friends are safe, right?”

“Of course, love.”


You two stared at the TV screen but nothing was playing; you were lost in thought as he stared at you and kissed your forehead.

“Why me?” you asked him out of the blue, wondering why he’d chosen you of all the human beings out there. “What makes me worth saving?”

“You’re all I could have ever wished for, darling. You’re what makes me feel alive.”

Are you alive?”

“Not literally, no.”

“And when I die?”

“Y/N, let’s not - “

“No, answer me. What happens when you’re not there to keep me alive? Or when I get old? What then?”

“I don’t want to turn you, if that’s what your suggesting. You’re too good for a life like mine.”

“Don’t give me this Twilight shit,” you complained, pulling out of his hug to face him. He raised an eyebrow.

Twilight shit?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

His dimpled smile proved that he was, indeed, well aware of the idea you were trying to convey.

“Can we talk about this topic some other day and just revel in the fact that you’re alive and well?”

“All thanks to you, yes I am,” you reminded him, and he frowned.

“I’m also the reason you were going to get hunted.”

“A tactical miscalculation on your behalf, it happens,” you replied sarcastically, making him roll his eyes at you.

“This is serious, Y/N.”

“I know, Jae. But you didn’t intend for that to happen. Had it not been for you, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Please don’t say that again,” he breathed, voice constricting as he bent down to lean his forehead against yours. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Then don’t.”

His response was pressed onto your own lips, trying to convey to you just how much you meant to him as he finally gave in to temptation.

The air turned passionate rather quickly as he deepened the kiss, making you sigh as your arms wound around his neck.

You pulled away so you could breathe, making him chase after your lips for a second.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he sighed.

“I might have a pretty good idea.”

He grinned at your reply, velvet laughter enveloping you as he kissed your cheek.

“How cute.”

I said no Twilight shit.”