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Nathan Prescott x Fem!Reader ~ Colors

Originally posted by chronosphere-child

The smoke lingers in the air only for a short moment before the wind blows the grey cloud away. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.

A loud noise brings you back into the reality. One of the new kids probably lost a bet and had to activate the fire alarm. It happens quite often.  

The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you inhale the smoke. You are not even thinking about leaving your favorite spot. The stairs in front of the back door of the school is a lonely place. Not even Samuel comes back here very often. It’s your time to be alone for a bit… until yet.

The door gets pushed open roughly. You are not fast enough to make space for the hurried visitor. The person bumps into you. “Hey!”, you exclaim extremely pissed, but your next words get stuck in your throat.  

Just a few inches away lies a gun on the stairs. A real weapon on the campus. Without a word the boy picks up the gun to shove it back into the safety of his red jacket. Clear blue eyes meet your [E/C] ones. You notice no color in them. Not a sign that these orbs are actually alive. Not a single feeling in them except for pure panic. Just dead blue eyes.

Neither of you says a word, but both of you know you saw the gun. “Want to take a puff?”, you break the ice cold silence, while you hold out your cigarette for the boy to grab. Nathan clenches his hands even tighter into fists. His knuckles are completely white by now.

“Cat got your tongue? … Or is the infamous Nathan Prescott afraid of smoking?”, a slight smirk appears on your lips matching to your mocking tone. “I don’t even know you!”, his mind is still racing, which results in being unable to form more than a single stupid sentence.

Your challenging pose triggers his arrogance. Nathan takes the cigarette with his free hand. Like you a few moments ago he releases a cold grey cloud. The two of you stare at each other through the smoky air, which makes the situation a bit mysterious. You are still waiting for a warning or his usual “I will sue you”-line, but after his first puff he seems more relaxed.

At least that’s what his dead blue eyes tell you. “That’s not a cigarette”, Nathan states after another moment. You give him a slight shrug, “I never said it’s one.” He doesn’t make attempts to give you back your Mary Jane.  

“You know you are chilled more fun, Prescott”, you are ready to continue with your probably shitty day. Nate grabs your arm to stop you from walking away, “If you say a word about what you saw I …” Bored you roll your eyes and interrupt him, “You’ll sue me and my family. Get yourself a few new lines, Prescott.” Matching to your sarcasm you take back your “cigarette”. It finds its old spot between your lips as you make your way back to your dorm.  

Of course you can feel his blue eyes on you. It’s probably the first time someone spoke back to him like you just did. To be honest you never saw such lifeless eyes. Somehow you want to fill them with colors and emotions. Even if you are not sure Nathan makes it to the day he gets twenty years old with this dangerous lifestyle of his. Such a shame for those beautiful but dead blue eyes…

Nathan grabs the strap of his camera tighter. Since three people saw him with a gun his mind is racing nonstop. He almost feels the pressure on his shoulders. It’s like a weight that drags him down into the darkness.

Suddenly Nathan stops mid-step as something or better said someone catches his full attention. You are lying on the grass with your own camera in your hands. The light shines on your [H/C] hair in a certain way that lures him in. Nate never payed attention to colors and light in pictures, but right now he feels inspired. There is a need to freeze time with help of a photo. Not his usual black white ones. A picture that lives because of the colors.

Without noticing Nathan comes closer until you notice his presence. “Prescott”, you greet him still focused on your camera. “[L/N]”, he responses in the same tone. Not even a bit surprised you raise your head to see what he wants. The sunlight blinds you for a second so you shield your eyes with your hands to get a better look at him.

It might be the light but he seems more alive for a second. “You did your research. Good but not necessary. I didn’t say a word to anyone about your… toy”, you get back to your work taking more pictures. For a brief moment anger washes over Nathan. Why does his reputation keep haunting him? He is way more than this … at least he was once more than his reputation, but that’s a long time ago.

Insecure Nate wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. His head doesn’t work the way it used to do. Not a single word comes over his lips. “You are still here, Prescott…”, you comment his stand by modus amused. Only one glimpse at his face tells you to keep your sarcasm low.

Nathan, who rules the whole Blackwell Academy and half of Arcadia Bay, stands in front of you like a lost puppy. And that’s pretty close to how he feels.  

“Make yourself comfortable. Take a puff. You know, chilled more fun”, you give him your Mary Jane, while you release a last grey cloud of smoke. Uncertain about his decision Nate sits down an arm length away from you. “I don’t bite, Prescott”, he places his camera between you and him to reduce the distance. It’s just a little move and still he feels a bit closer to you.

Neither of you disturbs the beautiful silence with lame small talk. The sounds of the nature mixed with the clicks of your camera is exactly what he needs right now. Nothing bothers him. Not even a single bad thought tortures him. His reputation stays away. His family stays away. Everything is perfect even if it’s just a beautiful illusion for a few moments.

Like you two have done this before you hold out your hand towards him and Nate gives you back the Mary Jane. Out of the corner of his eyes he watches your movements closely. The cigarette dangles between your lips. The smoke that dances around your face in a perfect way. There is nothing you do differently and still your grey cloud of smoke seems more alive than his whole body.

“So, Marijuana”, Nate states before he could hold himself back. “Yup, keeps my sick mind sane. Sometimes I feel like an overflowing sink, but with drugs I’m just a colorful sunrise”, you explain as you lay aside your camera. It’s an unusual explanation, but Nate understands every word you say. Your Marijuana reminds him of his blue pills he takes sometimes to turn off his mind.

Adrenaline rushes through his veins by now. All the time he wished for someone who understands what he is going through. A person who looks behind his reputation and his bad poker face. Excited Nathan points at your camera, “I saw a few of your pictures. They are not bad.” And as soon as his self-esteem got pushed it’s beaten down again.

You literally can see how Nathan realizes what he said a second ago. There is this pure panic in his eyes again. At least you know what he tried to say, “Well, thank you. Yours are not bad either… Just a bit colorless. Don’t get me wrong. I love black and white pictures, but the world is already grey enough. The most people can’t see the colors around them anymore.”  

Nathan’s relieved next words get stuck in his throat as snow starts to fall. “Oh my god! Is that really happening?”, you hold out your hand to catch one of the snowflakes. It’s still pretty warm so why is it snowing? “Let’s take a selfie together to prove what we just saw!”, you exclaim excited like a child, while you grab your camera.  

You press your shoulder against his to get both of you onto one picture. Nathan isn’t even near to being ready for a selfie. Your energy and spontaneous way overwhelms him a bit … but in a good way. The picture shows you smiling and Nate being confused.  

“Wow, handsome”, you tease him smirking, which makes him blush for a brief moment. “You know; you are not even close to the things people say about you. The most people just don’t you know yet. Hell, you are quite nice … for a Prescott”, you say honestly as you take more pictures of the snowfall.

Nathan’s heart skips a beat just to continue to beat as twice as fast than before. He always was a book with a big unbreakable lock, but you are tearing through his pages and his ink without trouble and fear of what you might find between the lines. You don’t care about the things he has done or the status of his family. A day ago you saw him with an effing gun and still say he’s quite nice. How is that even possible?

Nate opens his mouth to reply also something hopefully nice as someone calls his name. Victoria waves her arm to tell him they have places to be. And the sad reality caught him again in its darkness. A quiet sigh comes over his lips, while he turns his head to face you once more.  

In the meantime, you got your bag and make your way towards the girl dorms. Against your sake you throw a last glance over your shoulder just to find Nathan already looking at you. The lifeless cloud lures him in so you give him your best smile.  

“Stay strong, Prescott.” It won’t be easy to bring him back on track, but he is worth the try…

“You are hanging out with [Y/N]?”, Victoria states the obvious surprised. “Yeah, got a problem with that?”, Nathan replies not as rough as he wished for. “Actually yes”, another voice behind them joins the conversation without their permission.  

David Madson crosses his arms as the two students turn around to face the security guard. “I don’t care about your opinion”, Nate is still high on the colors you spread in your near. Everything inside of him screams for inner peace and silence.  

“Oh, you will, boy. You are not going to lay a single finger on [Y/N]. She is a lovely girl with the power to do great things in her future, while your presence is just like poison. Killing everything nice in a person. You are toxic and not good for her”, David states fuming. You remind him of Chloe and he will do everything it costs to keep you safe from people like Nathan.

Victoria looks at said boy waiting for him to defend himself. There is nothing. It scares Nate how true David’s words are. He only is going to dull your sparkle and wash away your colors. “You are crazy, old man. Let’s go, Nate”, Victoria just drags him with her towards the halls of Blackwell. “I will keep an eye on you, Prescott”, David yells after them.

His words keep playing in Nathan’s head over and over again. They ignite his doubts and those bad thoughts to torture him again. “What’s wrong with you? Are you scared of this wannabe security guard? Your father will sue him and his whole family until there is nothing left of them!”  

Nathan doesn’t even listen to Victoria anymore. He needs to stay away from you, but how will he manage that?

Matching to the grey sky a few raindrops fall to the ground. The whole scenery is just as depressing as the fact that Kate tries to take her life. “No! Kate!”, you exclaim on the brink of tears. Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your long-term friend.

She stands on the edge of the rooftop of the Prescott Dormitory. Her arms stretched out ready to jump into the emptiness. Fear paralyzes you completely. Not a single fiber of your body moves to safe Kate from her destiny.  

“Do a backflip!”, one of the students yell through the thick tension you can almost grab with your hands. It snaps you out of your helplessness. Tears run down your cheeks as you hit Victoria’s cellphone out of her hand. The anger wells in you like a volcano. “Are you fucking delirious? That’s a brand new…”, she starts to rant about your action.

“Are you even human?! There is a girl wanting to taker her life because of all of you!”, no one can feel the pain in your chest. Neither the fear to lose someone you are really close to. It tears Nathan apart to see you like this.

A crying mess and still perfect in every way fighting for the things you believe in. Victoria keeps arguing about her phone, while your eyes are glued to the rooftop. There is still hope for a miracle. No one got your back. No one keeps you company as you go through hell right now.

Nathan gives himself a mentally push to stand by your side. That’s his fault. All of this chaos came alive through his hands. Kate attempting a suicide. You crying your eyes out. David was right all along. His presence is like poison. His touch is toxic. It kills everything around him. He is no good. Especially for you…

Nathan takes your hand softly in his to let you know you are not alone. Everyone can see what he just did, but he doesn’t care anymore. Even Victoria stops her hate parade. You give his surprisingly warm hand a slight squeeze. It’s more than a lame “I appreciate that”. You don’t want to admit it, but you need him right here, right now.

Little do you know he needs you as much as you need him. You keep the bad thoughts and his doubts away. Nathan really tried to avoid you, but something keeps pulling him towards you over and over again. He’s like a moth drawn to the flame. You two smoked now and then together the last few days. It’s not really hanging out together, but he wished it would be more than that.

You snap Nate out of his thoughts as you let go of his hand. Relieved but still crying you bury your face in his shirt. Max talked Kate out of taking her life. It doesn’t matter it wasn’t you, her best and probably only friend. Kate’s alive … for now.

Nathan wraps you up tightly in his arms. “It’s okay. It’s over”, he isn’t the best at comforting, but at least he tries. And suddenly Nate is the colorful one of you two. The optimist hanging onto life. “Prescott! Into my office”, Principle Wells disturbs your little moment. Nathan’s blue eyes meet your concerned [E/C] ones.  

“You are in trouble, right?”, you can see it clearly in them. His doubts, his panic, his bad conscious. He releases you to follow Well’s order, “I’m never in trouble.” Oh, he is. And now you are pulled apart at the seams. Do you want your old life, which is Kate coming down from the roof, or your new life, which is Nathan who transformed from the villain to your shining knight in armor.

Your heart is torn so badly. Kate said all along he isn’t good for you. But what are you supposed to do?!

Sighing you inhale the smoke like your life depends on it and somehow it does right now. You let fill up your lungs with the grey cloud, while your mind gets knocked out by the drug. You are not allowed to smoke in the dorms, but who cares?  

A light knock catches you off guard. For a second you hope it’s Kate even if a part of you know it can’t be your friend. She is in a hospital hopefully getting better so she can leave soon. As you make your way towards the door you give the still white canvas a kick. Of course your creativity and inspiration leave you on your own when you need them most to distract your sick mind. That’s it. Your own personal chaos.  

“Prescott”, you exclaim surprised. “Hey… uh… I just wanted to check on you”, he gives you a slight smile you have never seen before on him. You can tell it’s honest. Nathan cares about you probably more he wants to admit.  

“Okay, I guess. Thanks for asking”, you step aside so he can come in. Nate accepts your offer and looks around taking in every little detail that tells him more about you. “Are you in trouble?”, you won’t beat around the bushes anymore. You want answers. Now. Nathan shrugs as he steps over the canvas that still lies untouched on the floor. “Tell me the truth”, you grab his hand to get his full attention, “I can see it in your eyes.”

Nathan escapes your grip roughly, “Do not analyze me! … Please.” He starts yelling, but ends up whispering the last word in a plead. An ice cold silence appears for a few moments. You pushed him to the limit what the people around him always do. It shows you how close to the edge he is.

“Is Kate … alright?”, he tries desperately to keep going the conversation. Nathan wants to make sure he didn’t destroy everything between you two. “Uh… I don’t know. She didn’t want to see me, but she is alive. That matters, right?”, you can’t fool him with your faked smile. Nathan already can tell the difference between them. Both of you know Kate rejected you because of him.  

The pure sadness in your eyes kills him inside. That’s more torturing than his doubts screaming at him in his head in this moment.  

You are no good for her. You are poison. You kill everything around you. Your touch is toxic. You will drag her with you into the darkness. You know that…

Nathan wraps you up in his arms as a single tear escapes your eye. You cling onto him for your dear life. To hold you in his arms feels so wrong and right at the same time. These unknown feelings you trigger in his chest are addictive. He doesn’t want to live without them anymore and still…

You lied. You lied all of your life and you dragging an innocent person with you. You will go down with your mask of lies. First suspended, then jail and death will be your last station. You can’t hide this side of yours forever. [Y/N] will find it and leave you because you are truly a monster.

“Nathan?”, you snap him out of his pretty dark thoughts again. The way your [E/C] eyes look into his soul makes him feel vulnerable. It’s almost like you can see into his soul. To your surprise he leans forwards to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry”, Nate means every word. “There is no need to apologize”, you reply slightly smiling. Oh, there is. You just don’t know it yet.

Nathan presses his lips into a thin line as you turn around to get your cigarette from the ashtray. It’s for sure he can’t go on like this forever. One day he is going to explode and spill every single secret he keeps. But for now he just wants to enjoy the time you two have left.

“I haven’t eaten in a while. Want to go the Two Wales Diner?”, you suggest wanting to get out of the dormitory for a bit. Your room seems like a prison cell showing every single memory you want to forget right now. “Yes… Uh… Here”, Nate puts his red jacket over your shoulders. You mumble a shy “Thank you” as he takes your hand in his like it always belonged there.

A few of the students stop for a second and stare at you two walking through the hallways holding hands. Nathan isn’t really the person of showing his feelings openly, but with you it’s different. He wants you to be part of his life and he wants everyone to know that. Your presence by his side pushes his self-esteem so extremely. Nate never felt that perfectly fine before without taking his meds.  

“What a beautiful sight! Mrs. [L/N] and Mr. Prescott together”, both of you stop immediately. Of course you recognize the voice of your teacher Mr. Jefferson. Nathan’s whole body stiffens and he gives your hand almost a painfully squeeze.  

“I need to speak with you, Mr. Prescott. Your last work was … not what I expected of you”, Jefferson doesn’t wait for an answer and walks a few steps away. There is an unspoken order Nathan should follow him. “Go to your dorm and stay in there”, he avoids to look into your eyes. You would see sheer panic in them. You don’t question his plead because of his shaking voice. Something is up and he doesn’t want to involve you.

Without looking back over his shoulder Nathan catches up to Mr. Jefferson. His happiness turned into a cold fist of panic clenching his heart together in its iron grip. “So, [Y/N]. I never thought of her to be our next guest in the Dark Room”, Mark takes his glasses of to clean them.  

“No! Please!”, Nate exclaims a bit too loud for Jefferson’s taste. The boy can feel how he traps himself in the net of his teacher. “Oh, you like her. That’s surprising me now”, Mark enjoys the fear in his widened blue eyes. Another mistake on Nathan’s list. “The Vortex Club plans a party. I want to see both of you there. You know the routine”, Jefferson orders without a trace of mercy and usually he gets what he want.  

“Have a good day, Nathan”, Mr. Jefferson leaves pleased with the outcome of this conversation. Nate feels how his mind completely shuts down as he realizes what he has done to you. He made the only person that genuinely cares for him to Mark’s prey. You are in serious danger.

That’s your fault. You are no good for her.

Tears start to pool in his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. No matter how he hard he thinks there is only one way to keep you safe. It’s going to rip him apart. It will turn his heart to stone, but it needs to be done.

“I’m sorry”, a single tear runs over his cheek.

It costs all your courage to raise your shaking arm. The light knock on the door keeps repeating in your head. There is an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Panic? Maybe. You haven’t heard from Nathan for hours since he sent you back to your dorm. And by now your heart tries to break through your ribcage to be free for the first time.

After an eternity Nate opens the door finally to reveal the mess he has become. His room is completely dark. All the blinds are closed, while the air is smoky. “[Y/N] …”, there is so much desire in his tired voice, but his once more dead blue eyes say something different. His mind is made up, but his body declines his decision. Now he wages a fight behind his mask.

“Is… everything okay? I was waiting for you and … I’m concerned. No, that’s not true. I’m scared”, you stumble over your own words. Nathan almost takes a step forward to wrap you up in his arms, but only releases a loud sigh.  

“Okay, there is something I need to tell you. I was only playing with you. Hayden and me had a bet running. I couldn’t know you would fall for me and clinging on me like your life depends on it. I have a reputation to keep so could you just stay away from me? It’s like one of your stupid colorful pictures. I was red. You are blue. Together we are purple. And know what? I hate fucking purple”, every word he says rips your heart slowly apart. Piece by piece.  

Against your sake tears escape your eyes. You don’t want to cry in front of him like a lovesick fool, but your body betrays you. “Nathan”, between the rushed breaths you manage to say his name hoping to change his mind. “Don’t make a scene now, [L/N]”, you can’t see how he clenches his hands into fists. Oh, how lovely it would be to punch himself right now.

“Nathan”, you try your luck again not knowing how close you are to tearing through his walls. “Leave. It’s better for you”, with that Nate closes the door. The wood isn’t thick enough so he can hear you crying for a few moments. That’s probably the most heartbreaking sound he has ever heard.  

Nathan rests his forehead against the cold door. Why can’t he do one single thing in his life right? With you he had everything and now he is on his own again. His only partner by his side is his bad conscious. He hurt himself with hurting you so badly.

“Nathan? You forgot your jacket on the ground”, Hayden knocks for a moment, but gives up easily as Nate doesn’t answer. You left it behind like he did it with you. He doesn’t want to get his jacket back, which has your scent on it probably. Suddenly all his walls break and Nathan curls up in a ball on the floor to cry his eyes out.  

Behind the blinds occurs the eclipse telling about the danger that comes towards Arcadia Bay.

“I’m so ready for the End of the World Party tonight. I can’t even decide what I should wear”, Victoria exclaims excited as she texts someone else at the same time. Nathan only nods his head hoping it would be enough answer for her. It’s no secret how heartbroken he is. The last few days he just hid himself in his room.

He is tired of keeping up his mask of lies. The sadness he bears in his heart drags him down. Even farther he ever was before. “Come on, Nate. You are no fun at all”, Vic notices his lack of attention. He wants to reply something as his mind shuts completely down.

There you are chasing down a blue butterfly with your camera in your hands. A slight smile appears on his lips taking in every move you make. He notices that you are not as colorful as usual. A cloud of sadness floats around you. It’s clearly to see you are heartbroken too.

“Can you believe it? [Y/N] almost begged that she can come to the Vortex party without being a member. So pathetic”, Victoria rolls her eyes confidently. Nathan’s smile fades away immediately, “What?! When?!” He grabs Vic’s arm desperate for the information.

“Chill down, Nate. She asked me yesterday, but I said no. Who does [Y/N] think she is?”, she replies escaping his iron grip. “But you are in, right?” The world around him starts to spin. His mind races and is blank at the same time. You are still in danger even if he stays away from you. Jefferson took a liking in you. He will do everything it takes to get what he wants.

“[Y/N] is not allowed on this party, okay? Tell everyone so she really has no chance to come. I don’t want to see her there”, panic rushes through his veins. Finally, Victoria lays her phone aside to look at him, “I know you two had something for a very short time – just to mention, but isn’t that a bit too dramatic? … Oh man, she really broke your heart.”

Nathan gets up from his spot on one of the picnic tables to pace around like a wild animal. “No, I fucked up this time. It’s my fault.” Vic furrows her eyebrows confused. He never admitted one of his mistakes so why now?  

“You are acting really weird, Nathan”, she says, but doesn’t get a reaction from him. “I need to sort a few things out. I’m back for the party”, Nathan runs towards his car without a goodbye. Victoria crosses her arms fuming he cares more about you than for her. She is still his best friend after the two went through together.  

“Hey, [L/N]! Still want to go to the Vortex party?”

“God, I’m so sorry”, Nathan whispers to himself, while running his fingers through his hair nonstop. He tried everything he can think of to keep Jefferson away from you. He begged, offered money from his parents, threaten to go to the police. Nothing worked.  

“Everybody hates me. Everybody … even [Y/N]”, he made a lot of mistakes but pushing you away was the worst of them. Somehow Nate always managed to keep his broken world up, but now it’s crashing into thousand tiny pieces, which are burying him underneath them.  

You are worthless. Are you finally accepting it? Took you long enough, Prescott.  

“Shut up! Shut up! … I know, don’t rub salt in my wounds. My life is hell”, Nathan tries to block out the voices in his head, but they keep screaming at him. This will never end. He is a prisoner of his own mind. The other guests of the Diner don’t even pay attention to the broken boy. Exactly like his whole life was.  

“She is better off without me”, is he trying to convince himself or the voices in his head? Nate closes his eyes wishing himself far away from his problems. “Nathan! You are out of your mind again!”, Victoria snaps him out of his thoughts as she sits down on the other side of the table. “The party is in half an hour. You have to be fit for that!”  

For a second he stares at her with his blue eyes, “For getting high I don’t need to be fit. Could you leave me alone?” He buries his face in his hands. “But the Vortex Club got a special guest! You don’t want to have a tripping mind in front of [Y/N]?”

Nathan lowers his hands in slow motion to look at Victoria, “What did you just say?” Maybe his mind plays a prank on him. Maybe all of this is just a super twisted dream. “You are going to clear things out with [Y/N]. Maybe after one or two drinks”, Vic explains her plan to bring you two back together. It’s not her intention to see Nate or you happy.  

“No! She is not coming! I told you!”, anger washes over him as he slams his fist on the table. Victoria isn’t frightened of him anymore when he does this. “Calm down. She probably is not going to show up anyway. That little brat had a nice conversation with Mr. Jefferson. He is worried about her and then they took a walk together”, Nate can see the jealousy in Vic’s eyes. Little does she know what monster Jefferson is. A monster on its hunt.

Without a further word Nathan runs out of the Diner directly towards his car. He plants himself behind the steering wheel as he searches through his pockets for his phone. Just in case he got your number if something like this happens.

A mixture of panic, adrenaline and energy rushes through his veins. It keeps his hands from shaking too much. “[Y/N] here. I can’t answer right now. Leave a message or try it again later. Thanks!” Mumbling a ton of curse words Nate throws his phone on the passengers seat.  

The car’s engine comes a live with a roar. Not caring about the traffic rules Nathan drives like a maniac back to the Blackwell Academy. A lot of students make their way towards the swimming hall where the party is located. He snaps his phone in case you call back before he gets out of his car to look for you. “Nate! The party started already!”, Taylor informs him smiling.  

What if Jefferson got her already?!

Nathan pushes himself to run as fast as possible to the hall. His heart stops for a second. How is he supposed to find you in the chaos of the party?! It’s too full of people and too dark to recognize a single familiar face in a rushed manner.

Nate boxes his way through the crowd as someone puts his hand on his shoulder. “Nathan! Good you are here!”, Hayden yells over the loud music. “Have you seen [Y/N]?!”, his panic grows every second he doesn’t know if you are safe. The already high boy shakes his head.  

On the limit he runs his fingers through his hair. Maybe someone else saw you. But the most people are way too wasted to recognize even their own parents. Suddenly a light beam shows Jefferson in the crowd of celebrating teenagers.  

Nathan knows he’s after him since he declined to drug you for the Dark Room. But as long he is on the party you are still out of his reach. Now it’s a game on time. Who finds you first?

Nate turns back to run to the Prescott Dormitory. You might be there safe in your room, where Jefferson never can’t get you. He’s angry at himself for putting you in such great danger. Breathless he sprints over the campus. Nathan pushes open the doors to the dormitory just to see Max, Chloe and Warren coming directly towards him.

There is not time to deal with them. With his head down Nate tries to get past them. Since he beat Warren up on the parking lot, the boy craves his revenge. “Care to explain, Nathan?”, Max holds out something. “I got no time for that yet”, he replies already caring on with his plan, “Wait! Where you in my room?!”

Before Nathan can take a step closer, Warren headbutts him roughly. Nate tries to grab his gun to scare them way. Unfortunately, Warren is faster than him and kicks the gun out of his hand. “You like hurting people, huh? Like Max! Like Kate! Like me! Like [Y/N]!”, Warren kicks and beats Nathan nonstop.  

“Stop! Please!”, he doesn’t beg for him. Nate thinks he deserves the pain for all the mistakes he has done, but your time is running out. Your life on the edge of danger and it lies in his hands to safe you from Jefferson.  

“No!”, the voice sounds familiar, but through the curtain of pain he can’t connect it to a face. The beating stops finally. A hand strokes his bruised cheek softly as he opens his eyes slowly. “Nathan”, you wipe the blood from his nose away with the sleeve of your shirt, “Oh my god! Are you alright?”

A single tear drops from your eye on his cheek, while he takes your hand in his. “Yes, now is everything alright”, relief washes over him that you are safe … for a while at least. “Come on, we are going to take care of your face. That must hurt”, with your help Nathan gets up from the ground. The pain hits him hard, but it’s not priority yet.  

Nate leans against the wall to take in how much you still care for him even after what he did to you. “We have no time for this. There is so much I have to tell you, but first of all… I love you, [Y/N]. I truly love you and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I will explain you everything  when we get away from here. It’s not safe. I know you probably hate me, but do you trust me?”, his thumb strokes your knuckles softly.  

Without hesitating you wrap him up in your arms, “I never could hate you, Nathan. I love and trust you, but you have to tell me what’s going on.” Before he can say a word, the doors of the Prescott Dormitory gets pushed open once again.  

“We had a plan, Prescott”, Jefferson shakes his head disappointed. Nate takes your hand in his to drag you along the hallway. “Nathan! You know, you can’t run. I will find you!”, Mark yells after you two preparing his syringe. He will hunt both of you down if it’s necessary.

“Keep running no matter what happens!”, of course you are confused, but you trust him without a doubt. You remember the way you two run. It’s the way directly to the back door of Blackwell. He pushes you firstly out of the door, while he throws a glance over his shoulder. No trace of Jefferson yet, but he won’t give up easily.  

Now you drag Nathan with you towards the parking lot, where both of your cars wait. “There is no way out of this!”, Mark appears out of nowhere and is already too close for your taste. You close the door of your old truck right in time. Jefferson hits his fist against the glass of your window as you start the engine with shaking hands.  

And with that you two are out of his reach. Your heart keeps beating hard against your ribcage. You don’t know where you are driving as long as it far away from Mark Jefferson. Breathlessly Nathan puts his hand on yours. In what fucking chaos you just rushed into?

“We can’t go back, right? So where are we going?”, you break the uncomfortable silence, but your eyes are glued to the street. “A motel for now, I guess. Then we will think about our next steps. I … I have to warn Max. She was onto me and Jefferson. She is probably in danger”, Nate takes out his phone.

“Max, it’s Nathan. I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt Kate or Rachel or … I didn’t want to hurt anybody … Everybody used me! Mr. Jefferson was coming for me. I hope all of this shit is over soon…. Watch out, Max. He wants to hurt you next so hurry… Sorry, I’m so sorry”, Nathan tears up between his confession and still you feel the same for him.

You give his hand a slight squeeze to show him he hasn’t to go through this on his own. The rest of the drive you two sit in silence trying to process this hell of a day. You don’t stop at the first motel in the case Jefferson is still hunting the two of you.  

The rain cools down your racing mind as you get out of your old truck. “Do we have even money to pay for a room?”, Nathan grabs your hand softly. It’s like he needs to make sure you are not going to leave him. “I’ve got a credit card. Don’t worry”, he gets out his wallet, while you two make your way towards the motel.  

“Oh, what brings two young people like you out here?”, the old granny behind the check in wants to know. She doesn’t wear glasses so you guess she can’t see Nate’s beaten up face clearly.  

Nathan puts his credit card on the table, “One room… please.” She furrows her eyebrows due to her unanswered question. “We are on a road trip”, you lie to hide the fact you two are on the run and go from your past.

“Oh, in Arcadia Bay is a terrible storm right now. Good, you are here now”, the granny searches for the key for your room. Nathan and you exchange a quick glance. “Have a good night, sweeties!” You follow Nate closely to fall into his arms after you closed the door behind you. Suddenly your mind realizes what the last few hours happened and what consequences are waiting.

“Okay, I want the truth. I don’t care how terrible it is. I want to hear every detail, Nathan”, you mumble into his shirt close to cry your eyes out. He sits down on the big bed and pats the place next to him. “It’s a long story…”

He tells you the whole story of how this chaos started. He spills all of his secrets. All of his mistakes. All of the trouble he caused. He lines up every flaw of his. He can be honest for the first time in forever.

“I fucked everything up what I can fuck up. I’m a monster. I’m sorry, [Y/N]”, for a monster he apologizes a lot. You run your fingers through his hair, while his tears wet your jeans. Nathan is curled up as a ball on your lap tearing up now and then during his story.  

“Nathan, you are ripped at the edges like a lot of people, but you are still a masterpiece. For me you are perfect and not even close to a monster”, you comfort him. Nate sits up to face you properly with his red and puffy eyes, “But you can’t forgive me, right? I can understand. I also hate myself like the rest of the world does.”

You take his face in your hands softly so you wouldn’t hurt him, “I forgive you, but you have to forgive yourself. Yes, I hate what you have done, but I could never hate you. You would have needed more support.” With your thumb you wipe a single tear from his cheek.

Nathan closes the gap between you two to press his lips on yours. A whole firework of emotions gets triggered in your chest as you start to kiss him back. He leans his forehead against yours after you two break apart. “Why didn’t I find you earlier? Everything could have been different…”

Without a word you pull him with you to lie down on the bed. It was a hell of a day and both of you deserve some sleep. Nate buries his face in the crook of your neck, while his arm is draped over your waist to keep you as close as possible. The fear of losing you will never leave him alone. The white ceiling stares back at you as you draw circles on Nathan’s arm. It takes a long time for him to relax and then to fall asleep finally. It’s over for now. You allow yourself to close your eyes.

Sad Ending

You open your eyes as you release a grey cloud of smoke. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.  

A loud noise bring you back into the reality. It sounded just like a gun shot, but you are not quite sure. Could also be firecrackers in the bathroom once again. Nathan Prescott is famous for this old and really annoying prank.  

Beautiful silence wraps you up in its calmness, while your thoughts dance around in your head. The Marijuana keeps the bad ones low. Time seems to stop for a while as the sun starts to hide itself behind the trees.  

Suddenly your buzzing phone snaps you out of your daydream. A bit pissed that you got disturbed once again you answer the phone without looking who calls you. “[Y/N], reporting for duty”, is the first thing that comes to your bedazzled mind from the Marijuana. “[Y/N]! Didn’t you hear the sirens?! Come to the front door!”, Kate exclaims without a greeting.

Sighing you make your way to the said spot in front of the Blackwell Academy. The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you take a deep inhale of smoke. A crowd formed in front of the doors, which surprised you a bit. What did you miss?

“Nathan shot someone in the girls bathroom”, you hear the teenagers whisper around you as you push your way towards Kate. “I knew something like that would happen one day.” - “He’s a bad one.” - “Now his father can’t help him anymore.” - “Poor little rich kid getting what he deserves.”

The mumbling dies down immediately when the doors get pushed open. Two police officer form a path in the crowd for the third officer who escorts a handcuffed Nathan Prescott. On the top of the stairs stands Principle Wells observing the scene with a sad expression on his face.  

Kate takes your hand in hers as she hides her face in your shoulder. She seems relieved that he got arrested. The bullying is going to stop now probably. Softly you rub circles on her back to comfort her and let her know she isn’t alone.  

Nathan’s head hangs low and his shoulders slump forward. It’s like the weight of the entire earth is lying on them. He probably needs also some comfort like Kate, but no one is going to do that. Nate is on his own once again.

He raises his head only for a few seconds. Your [E/C] eyes meet his clear blue but dead ones. There is no trace that these orbs are actually alive. No color. No feelings. Apparently Nate accepted his fate already. He surrendered to the demons around him. Everything inside of him died.

Your orbs are alive and full of color. But that’s not what hypnotizes Nathan. He can see sympathy in them. No disgust, no arrogance, no amusement. Honest and true sympathy for him. Nate could get lost in them, but he will never get a chance.  

In a crowd of people who hate him, he finds you. Way too late.

The officer pushes his forward so he walks a bit faster to the police car. All the people who pointed their fingers at Kate for this terrible video of her, are now doing the same thing with him. You don’t know a lot of his backstory, but he doesn’t deserve this. Being pushed by others destroys a person piece by piece. It’s a terrible slow death.

You feel bad for him even after all the thing he has done. Nathan will never know colors.

He will die with those dead blue eyes…

“Happy” Ending

A few soft kisses wake you up from your almost comatose and dreamless sleep. “I know you are awake”, Nathan comments your attempts to get five more minutes of sleep amused. In surrender you open your eyes to see him looking down at you, while a slight smirk rests on his lips. His alive and colorful blue eyes are beautiful compared to his dead ones when you two met.  

You two have nothing left except for the clothes you are wearing and his father’s credit card, whish isn’t unlimited. There is no place you have to be. No plan to follow. Nathan is completely free for the first time in his life. To be with a person who loves him unconditionally is all what he needed to feel alive again.  

“You… You are beautiful”, Nate presses a kiss onto your forehead matching to his lovely words. You notice how close you two are. He held you tight through the entire night. Maybe he was afraid to wake up without you by his side like this is just a beautiful but limited dream.

“Sweeties! I made breakfast”, the old granny informs you through the still closed door. Nate gets up from the bed you two share mumbling something about taming his hair. You roll over to lie on his warm side. Your whole life got turned over, but you couldn’t be happier right now.  

“Wow, handsome”, you compliment his wet brown hair that clings onto his forehead. How did both of you get so lucky? Nathan leans down to capture your lips into a kiss full of desire. “You are dripping”, you push him softly away from you, “I don’t need a shower yet.”

Smiling he grabs your hand in his hand to pull you out of the bed. You get his hint and follow his wish. “I’m starving. I hope the old granny can cook”, Nate pulls you as close as possible towards him. “Let’s find out”, you literally can feel his excitement of his new life. What will bring you the new day?

“Sweeties! I’m so happy you two are here. The storm in Arcadia Bay was terrible. It destroyed half of the town and even killed a few people”, the granny greets you as she puts two plates with scrambled eggs down on an empty table.

“Thanks”, you mumble suddenly not so happy anymore. People died. Maybe friends of you and you weren’t there. Your hometown destroyed. You should call your parents, but what are you going to say to them? You run away with a murderer and don’t plan to come back?!  

“We need to think of a plan”, you place your hand on Nathan’s to get his full attention. “Do we? Can’t we just drive until we have enough?”, he replies stuffing the eggs into his mouth. For a second you think about his suggestion. “I were never outside of Arcadia Bay”, you just never had time or money to travel.

“Then let this be our plan … if you want”, Nathan loves his new freedom, but he loves you more so he would give it up for you. If it’s your wish to go back, Nate will follow you without a doubt. And you know that, but it’s actually not what your heart desires.

“Okay, we are going on an adventure”, you agree enjoying his rare smile. “Slept well, sweeties?”, granny joins the conversation with two cups of coffer right in time. “Have never slept better in my life”, you admit. Nate raises just a thumbs up, because he’s busy eating.

That’s your new life. He is your new life. The clearly broken Nathan Joshua Prescott with the former dead blue eyes.  

“I truly love you, [Y/N].”  

Patater Week Day 7 - Adopting a Pet Together

Kent sighs and readjusts on the couch. For the millionth time. Kent’s basically upside down at this point, head dangling off the edge of the couch towards the floor, and feet braced on the arm of the couch. Jeff just holds his book closer to his face and tries to do his best impression of someone who is completely oblivious.

“Jeeeeeeeeefff,” Kent whines.

Jeff grunts noncommittally and determinedly flips the page.


Nope. He’s not going to do it.

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To Date #1

This HC/series is a MASSIVE SHOUT OUT to everyone here who has helped me reach over 100 followers! I never thought I would get 1 follower let alone 100- so thank you so much. I apologise for the lateness of my thank you but I’m afraid my cheating mini series took much longer than I anticipated!

This is dedicated to the beautiful @zahnbuerste who was one of the very first people to ever converse with me over Tumblr and is just the dearest person- truly nice to the core. Thanks for all your kind words and inspiration and I hope you enjoy these

The RFA & CO try to plan the very best date for MC… and of course… because they’re RFA & CO…. everything goes to hell.

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Oblivious (Jasmine Cephas Jones x Reader)

Request: Anon asked: “jcj x female reader fluff? :)”

A/N: this is my first female x female fic which is exciting! I don’t know how I feel about this and I finished it at like 6 am who am i??? also don’t forget to send in requests! I will write anything! hope you enjoyed :)))

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(Y/NN)= your nickname

TW: uhhhh nothing I hope

WC: 1813

You heard your phone go off telling you that you had a new comment on your latest Instagram post. You smiled to yourself when you saw it was from Jazzy and immediately unlocked your phone to see what she had said. What you saw was a bunch of heart eyes and fire emojis followed by “how could anyone be THIS gorgeous???” Immediately other comments started popping up saying how much they “shipped” you with Jasmine. You blushed furiously, thankful that no one was there to see it and then reminded yourself that she was just being nice.

People often thought that you two were together because it seemed like every other post you two made on social media was about each other. You two would comment on every single Instagram post that the other posted with a compliment and plenty of emojis. You would also tweet about each other essentially every day. Every tweet about the other was always gushing about how amazing you were or how she was absolutely beautiful. The answer to those posts was simply that you two were best friends. However, that didn’t stop the fans from always saying that you two should be together and that you would be the cutest couple. It wasn’t that you disagreed, but you knew that she would never feel that way about you.

Since the moment you had met her, you swore you were in love with the goddess that is Jasmine Cephas Jones. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but she was incredibly kind and a huge and absolutely adorable dork. She was adorkable. Everything about her was attractive to you. She didn’t even have to try. You were best friends with her which had happened just because you were as much of a dork as she was!


You were in your shared dressing room talking with Philippa when Jasmine was rushing past in her silk kimono. She stopped in her tracks and ran into the dressing room to hug you.

“Hello, lovely (Y/N), how are you?” she said, still hugging you.

“I am doing fine, Jazzy, which you already know because we have literally been texting since I woke up,” you laughed, “How are you?”

“I am doing pretty good! It’s a beautiful day,” she said, smiling and pulling back from the hug but still holding onto your arms.

“Yeah,” you said, looking into her eyes, but it came out as almost a whisper. “Really, really beautiful.”

You began to think of what it would be like to kiss her. Her lips looked really soft, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them…

“Hey, have you seen all these comments and replies on our posts about each other?” the goddess asked pulling out her phone and waking you up from your daydream. “People have been saying that we should be together,” Jasmine said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I have,” you laughed, trying to shrug it off. “I don’t think you should take them too seriously.”

“Well, they’re not wrong!” Pippa chimed in. “You two would make a super cute couple!”

“Yeah, that’s true. Sadly, (Y/N) is too good for me,” she joked, before kissing you on your forehead and starting toward the door.

“Alright, well, we have a show to get ready for, so I’ll see you later!” Jazzy said gleefully, making her way out the door.

You stood there frozen for a few seconds unable to move, staring at the now empty doorway where Jasmine had just been standing. You were thinking about the comment she had made. Too good for her?

You then realized how ridiculous you must look and walked over to the couch unable to stop the smile that was creeping up onto your face. Pippa analyzed the situation and then realized exactly what was going on.

“Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” she said incredulously. You immediately put your hand over her mouth.

“Pippa, I don’t want all of New York City to know!”

“What’s going on here?” Lin asked, waltzing into the dressing room.

“Somebody’s in love!” Pippa proclaimed in a singsong voice.

“Oooo!” Lin exclaimed, “With who?!”

“It is no one’s business,” you warned, shooting a look at the actress who brought the character of Eliza to life.

“It’s Jasmine! She loves Jasmine!” she said then turning to run and hide behind Lin.

“Well, you have to tell her,” Lin said, turning to you.

“You can’t just tell someone you’re in love with them, Linnamon Roll. It doesn’t work that way.”

“(Y/NN), honeysweetiebaby, that’s really all you need to do with Jasmine. She absolutely adores you,” Pippa said, peeking out over Lin’s shoulder.

“But not in that way. Guys, I don’t know…” you trailed off.

“(Y/N), if you don’t let the cat out of the bag, I will force the cat out of the bag,” Lin almost threatened.

“That sounds a little violent, Lin,” you responded.

“Okay, well, if you don’t tell her, I will find a way to make sure she knows, dear sweet (Y/NN),” he said, giving you a look that showed you he wasn’t kidding.

“She doesn’t feel the same way. There’s no point in telling her if the only thing that will happen is that our friendship is ruined,” you said, mostly trying to convince yourself.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jasmine will know how you feel before the clock strikes 12,” he said ominously before exiting the room.

“You know he’s not kidding, right?”

“Yes, I know,” you groaned.


It had now been about 15 minutes since the show had ended, and there was no sight of Lin. You were relieved that he wasn’t coming up with any schemes to let Jasmine know how you felt. You were out of your ensemble outfit and in your street clothes, ready to go, until you heard voices outside your room.

“Come on, Jazzy! Keep up! (Y/N) needs to see you yesterday!” you heard Lin say as he was coming down the stairs.

You spoke too soon. You groaned internally while you tried to prepare yourself for the awkward situation Lin was going to try to put you in.

“Perfect! You’re still here! Alright Jazzy, I leave you here with (Y/N)! She has something really important to tell you, so I’m just going to leave the room and close the door and not be on the other side,” Lin said, smiling mischievously and making his way out the door before you could say a word.

“Is everything okay?” Jasmine asked, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, no, don’t worry. It’s just Lin overreacting as always,” you said, looking at the floor.

“Oh my God. Are you dying?” she asked grabbing your hand. Your heart raced at the touch.

“No! No, I’m not dying. It’s just…” you trailed off.

“(Y/NN)… if there’s something you want to tell me, go ahead. You know you can trust me. I’m here for you; don’t you dare forget that,” the beautiful girl said, taking both of your hands in hers. You took in a huge breath before you put your entire friendship with Jazzy on the line.

“Okay, this is like a huge bomb that I’m going to drop on you right now, so just bear with me, okay? I have been kind of feeling some type of way, um, you know, about, um, you know, you. I just- Since I met you, I felt sort of drawn to you? Okay, that sounds weird. So here’s the thing: you’re kind of the best thing to ever happen to me, and I love you,” you finished, looking down, blushing, and hoping she had understood you, even though you were talking ridiculously fast. Part of you was expecting her to laugh in your face before her reply surprised you.

“I know,” Jas said, bringing your chin up, so she could look into your eyes.

“You… know?” you said, in complete and utter shock.

“Of course I know. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. Also, you’re my best friend, and I know how you act when you’re into someone. Honestly, (Y/N), I feel the same way…” she trailed off, eyes filled with adoration, a look you had always hoped to receive from her.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh my God, (Y/N)! I’ve been trying so hard to make you realize it. I’ve been flirting with you, complimenting you all the time, being extra touchy! You have been absolutely oblivious!” Jasmine giggled. You blushed furiously and couldn’t believe how blind you had been to her feelings. “Well, look at that! I have never seen your face get so red!” she smirked.

“Shut up,” you muttered. “Wait, how could you like me?”

“What does that even mean?” she questioned.

“I mean, you’re… too good for me… I don’t understand,” you muttered.

“Too good for you? You have seriously got to be kidding me! You’re absolutely astonishing. You’re literally perfect!” Jazzy responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you really not see what I see?” she said when she saw your still confused face. You shook your head.

“(Y/N), you are absolutely everything I have been looking for. You make me want to be a better person. Hell, you do make me a better person. You are the best part of me. Everything about you gives me butterflies and makes my heart race. You make me relate to every single cliché ever. You have the most beautiful eyes, even though sometimes you don’t think you do. Your voice is literally music to my ears. Your touch makes electricity shoot through my entire body. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried. You look beautiful, like, all the time, and it kills me. You are the sweetest, smartest, most talented, and down-to-earth girl I have ever met. You thinking that I’m too good for you is laughable because there’s no way I could ever deserve you, let alone be too good for you. You make my days better just by being a part of them. I love you, and I would really like it if you went out on a date with me,” she finished holding your hands in hers.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you, Jazzy. There’s nothing that would make me happier,” you said, looking into her eyes.

“Why don’t they just kiss already?” you heard Philippa whisper from behind the door.

“Okay, did everyone know how you felt but me?” you asked, turning to Jasmine.

“All that matters is that now you know,” Jasmine said, cupping your cheek in her hand and kissing you sweetly.

“Wow… I could get used to that,” you said dreamily, taking Jasmine’s hand in yours.

She looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and you loved it.

Eccedentesiast - Sehun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Requested by @thousandthxrns

Request:  Hello ^^ can I request a Sehun angst where reader owns a flower shop and Sehun goes to buy flowers for his gf every single day and reader falls in love with him? Pretty please and thank you~

Genre: Angst

Member: Sehun



somebody who fakes a smile

Owning a flower shop wasn’t a difficult task, if you ask me. Making sure that every flower was in it’s best form, its stem cut to its suitable length, watering them each day was quite an enjoyment of mine. Ever since I was a little girl I loved flowers of all kind. The colours, the scent, everything about them conveyed a gentle feeling of calmness. 

Flowers weren’t just decoration, to me, they were a gift and each one had a different meaning behind them. You could tell a story using flowers alone, that was one of the reasons why I loved them so much. You can give them to wish somebody well, a gift of congratulations, a token of sympathy, a plea of forgiveness, and most importantly, a gift to somebody you love with all your heart.

Flowers in my mind, were more beautiful than any diamond. That’s why each day, I looked forward to opening the doors of my little flower shop. My life was content with just looking after the flowers, and selling them to people, who all had different reasons for their purchase. Helping those who were confused on which flower to choose was something I enjoyed immensely.

That was until he walked in.

I’ll never forget that day. The first day he walked inside my safe haven. The flowers seemed to affect him too. He caressed each one gently as he walked past, looking deep in thought.

I was enthralled upon first glance. His presence seemed to glow, making the flowers around him seem a little more dull in colour with his presence surrounding them. 

Most people that come here always look confused, never knowing what flower was the right choice, since each flower has a different meaning behind them and choosing the wrong one could end up hurting the person that received what was meant to be an innocent gift. But this man didn’t look confused, he looked at ease, like the flowers bought forth the same feelings to him like they did to me.

I saw him heading towards the white gardenias. Ironically, this was my favourite flower. A flower bought by the true romantics and given to a special person that they truly care about. 

I held my breath as I saw him pick out a single gardenia and make his way towards me. 

‘Hello,’ he greeted me with a smile. He looked even more beautiful up close.

‘Hello,’ I greeted back, not realising that he came to pay for the flower he had in his hand. I was brought out of my trance when I saw him lift the gardenia up slightly and waving it slightly back and forth between his thumb and index finger.

‘I just want this one,’ he said, his smile never leaving his face.

‘Okay, I’ll ring it up for you. Is it for your girlfriend?’ I asked even though I didn’t need to. This is one of the most perfect of flowers for a guy to buy for his girlfriend, so it was quite obvious already.

‘Yes it is! I’ve done a good job at picking it right? Do you think she will like it?’ his face immediately lit up at the mention of his girlfriend and I could feel my heart sink.

Why are you being like this? You don’t even know him… my subconscious told me. And it was right. I’m just being stupid.

‘Yes you have. She’ll love it, I promise. Do you know much about flowers? Most guys come in here looking lost and ask me for help, but you didn’t,’ I don’t know why, but everything about him made me curious, so I couldn’t help but ask.

‘Actually, yes I do. I think flowers are a perfect gift for everything and can be used in exchange for words, if the right flower is given. That’s why I like them so much since I have trouble expressing myself at times,’ my eyes widened a bit. He thought just like I did.

‘Is that so?’ I questioned, not knowing how else to respond, and he nodded his head, smiling again. His smile literally lit up the room and I wanted to both see his smile for longer and shut his mouth at the same time because I couldn’t handle seeing it without staring and looking like a weirdo.

‘Do you want me to wrap it up for you?’ I asked, trying to stall him somehow, but part of me was relieved when he politely declined saying that it was okay for him to take the flower as is. 

Why do I feel so conflicted just looking at him?

‘Thank you, uhm..’

‘y/n’, I respond. 

‘Oh, I’m Sehun. Thank you y/n!’ he said and left the store.

I sighed in relief as he left and I decided to get my head on straight. I’m never going to see him again anyway.

However, I was horribly mistaken as everyday since then, Sehun came into my little flower shop. Each day he bought the exact same flower. A single white gardenia. I didn’t question why he did this, but he seemed really happy each day when he bought it. 

As he was a regular customer, sometimes he would have a short conversation with me. I learned a lot about him during our little chats, but a lot of the time, he would bring up his girlfriend, and I even learned how long he was in a relationship with her for. Almost 4 years, which violently pulled me back to reality. He loves her dearly, I can see that. But why do I still feel this way? 

It had been about 6 months since Sehun walked in for this first time, and as the days went on, I felt myself falling for him more, and more each day. 

I couldn’t understand why, even though I knew that a future with him and I together is just a fantasy that I’ll probably never be able to escape from. 

He became the thing I both dreaded, and longed to see each day.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months and before I knew it, it has been almost a year since he first started coming in daily.. Just as I realised this, I saw him coming into the store again, this time he looked really nervous. I wanted to ask if he was okay, but something told me to just let it go and not ask him about it. So I didn’t. However, for the first time since I met him, he purchased an entire bouquet of Gardenias. An extremely large bouquet. I was quite surprised myself, seeing as he has always purchased a single gardenia each day. 

Again, I didn’t question him seeing as he looked quite jumpy today and figured his girlfriend must be mad at him, and he wants to buy an entire bouquet to make it up to her. I stuck with that thought and wrapped the bouquet up for him, bidding him  goodbye as he left.

The next day, Sehun came in, looking the happiest I’ve ever seen him before.

‘She said yes!’ he exclaimed excitedly.

‘Who said yes and why?’ I asked, honestly confused.

‘I proposed to her yesterday. And she said she will marry me!’ 

I felt my heart break, I wanted to crumble down to the ground and disappear. I felt horrible, but who was I to feel this way? I shouldn’t be upset over this, I decided as I plastered the biggest smile I could muster onto my face.

‘Congratulations, Sehun, I’m so happy for you!’

Liar.  I thought to myself.

After hearing the most romantic story about how he proposed to the woman he loved with all his heart, he left the store. I stared at the entrance of my flower shop for a long time after he left. And it took me a while to come back to senses, only to realise that today,for the first time,

he never bought anything.

A/N: Requests are still open! Hope you enjoyed :)


A prequel to my fic ‘Acknowledge

Summary: Rich CEO Phil Lester meets Dan Howell, an adorable pastel-colored boy who is looking for a job, and decides that he has to hire him immediately. 

Phil Lester, CEO of Lester Global Inc, was exhausted and irritated. About once every three months he would pick a day to interview many different potential employees to work at his company. Those days usually ended up being pointless. Today just happened to be one of those days.

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Despite The Overwhelming Odds Tomorrow Came

#do u guys want dan to upload a video crying his eyes out bc hes so stressed and upset and under so much pressure lately #bc i sure as fuck do not’ (based on this post by courtney). partial inspiration and title from this song.

Warnings: Homophobic slur use, use of the dreaded ‘c’ word, graphic references to self harm/suicide

He digs his fingernails into his scalp.

Everything is wrong. His hands are shaking, his breathing is shallow, his eyes are squeezed shut and his headphones are blasting loud music into his ringing ears and yet he can still see everything, every word, and he can still hear it all, every scathing comment.

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halerogers  asked:

*jumps into your inbox for some bottom!derek cause i'm all about that* do you ever think about stiles taking derek apart with his tongue? just nothing but his tongue. and derek is shivering and moaning loudly, loving every second of stiles' tongue moving around and tasting every part of him. and obviously there's a lot of rimming and derek does not last long, neither does stiles after he sees derek's face. (ps bless the bottom!derek spam you're doing)

CHARLIE *cracks knuckles* DO I EVER?

Charlie, have you seen that son’s mouth??? aND TONGUE???

It’s not a secret, Stiles Stilinski has the worst case of Oral Fixation.

Like, we all seen him put all kind of things in his mouth, he just can’t help it.

And when it comes to sex oh oh oohhoho [wait, i’m trying to do like ohohoooohhoooh I mean, don’t imagine the oh oh oh of Santa Clause please]

Ahem. When it comes to sex. Stiles loves, adores, isn’t totally satisfied if he doesn’t get to put those lovely lips and tongue and mouth to good use.

He NEEDS it.

So from there you have him loving, giving blowjobs, face-fucking (How he loves face-fucking when his jaw hurts just that perfect ache), and of course rimming, where he gets to lick and kiss and mouth, and it’s just Perfect.

THEN we have Stiles, and his Derek Hale Fixation. 

And when you unite the two fixations? eh, you literally have Big, Amazing, Booming fireworks going off in Stiles’ brain. of the kind that short-circuits his brain for a whole minute.

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whitewinterstar  asked:

Let me just say that your writing is fucking awesome first of all. And, if requests are open might I ask for the RFA trying to celebrate MC's bday? (Bonus points if they don't find out when it is till like three days before)

thank you so much!!

~requests r CLOSEDT rn thanks~


  • Yoosung is one of those kids who never knows what day it is
  • when he asks his classmate the date and they say september 16
  • wait….its the 16th…..?
  • oh god, MC’s birthday is in two days
  • panicked, Yoosung logs into the messenger
  • thank god Jaehee and Jumin were there
  • “yes, Yoosung. we’re aware” -Jumin
  • “well??? what are we going to do?? T_T” -Yoo
  • “maybe a small get-together?” -Jaehee
  • “oh!! i know! lets do a surprise party!!!” -Yoo
  • MC has entered the chatroom
  • Yoosung realizes his mistake
  • Yoosung has left the chatroom
  • yea, trying to plan a surprise party in a public messenger was not his best idea yet
  • but there is one way Yoosung can make a big deal out of MC’s birthday that requires minimal planning
  • Yoosung and MC are both awake when it’s midnight on the day of their bday cause lets face it do those two even know what sleep is?
  • he tackles MC with a hug, who was sitting on the couch
  • “happy birthday!!!”
  • they laugh
  • “thanks, Yoosung!”
  • “want your present now?”
  • Yoosung was like, shaking with excitement
  • MC wanted to wait till the morning but they thought if they said no Yoosung would explode
  • “sure?”
  • Yoosung reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out two pieces of paper
  • “are these…tickets?”
  • “yup! tickets to my favorite amusement park!”
  • so Yoosung and MC go to the park for their birthday
  • they even wear matching outfits, Yoosung buys them way too much cotton candy, and MC wears a big button that says “todays my birthday!”


  • Zen cant figure out why MC was been so weird around him lately???
  • whenever he talks about his upcoming show they get really quiet and almost sassy?
  • and he’s like? did i do something wrong?
  • yes, Zen, you did
  • finally, Zen figures out whats going on when he goes out to get the mail
  • theres a letter there from MC’s mother
  • he doesnt open the letter, but its been sealed closed with a little birthday cake sticker
  • wait wait woah woah hold on
  • is this….a birthday card?
  • shit
  • his show was on the same day…thats why MC got all weird whenever he talked about it
  • Zen, you dumby
  • instead of apologizing to MC right then, Zen devises a plan
  • for the next week he lets MC think he still doesnt know about their birthday
  • not until the very end of his show
  • MC of course came to support him even though they were highkey pissed
  • after all the bows, Zen takes the mic at the end of the show
  • “i’m so greatful to all of you for coming out to support this fantastic cast and crew standing beside me now”
  • Zen pushes his hair back and 100 girls scream
  • “but theres one person i want to give a very special thank you too”
  • Zen looks at MC, who was in the first row
  • they were always in the first row
  • “thank you so much for being my rock, baby. and happy birthday to the most wonderful partner i could ever dream of calling mine”
  • the audience joins in a resounding “AAAWWWWWWWWWWHHHH”
  • and Zen pulls MC up on stage and smooches them in front of hundreds of people


  • this was all stupid Mr. Hans fault!!!!
  • if he hadnt given Jaehee so much friggin work she never would have forgotten
  • Jaehee doesnt forget anything, ever
  • its literally her job to remember everything and be organized
  • but this whole month has been so busy and when Jaehee opened her planner to a new page for the week, she saw that she had circled wednesday and written “MC’S BIRTHDAY!” in big letters
  • todays monday
  • sh…shit…
  • she only has two days???
  • you cant plan a proper party in two days??????
  • how is she supposed to find a venue and a caterer and a DJ and decorations and fly MC’s entire family in and possible a guest speaker but definitely a celebrity appearance?????
  • UGH!!!
  • she logged into the messenger and instantly started giving everyone jobs
  • “woah woah Jaehee, slow your roll” -707
  • “we cant plan something that big in just two days T_T_T” -Yoo
  • “yea….lets just do something on a smaller scale….” -Zen
  • are you all kidding?
  • MC deserves the most extravagant, the most wonderful,
  • they need a fun party
  • realizing she the RFA wont help her, Jaehee takes matters into her own hands
  • on the day of MC’s birthday they got a surprise visit from Zen
  • “hey, cutie! what do you say we go shopping? my treat!”
  • MC was so happy! but why hasnt Jaehee said anything yet today?
  • did she forget? :(
  • when MC and Zen get back to their apartment, MC turns on the lights and is greeted by all of their closest friends
  • “surprise!!!
  • everyone was there, the room was decorated beautifully and there was even a big spread of food and a birthday cake
  • MC starts thanking everyone, their whole body flooding with a warm happiness
  • “dont thank us, thank Jaehee. she did literally all of this….we just kind of showed up” Yoosung says, already gravitating to the food
  • he was so hungry but every time he tried to touch it Jaehee would smack his hand away and tell him to wait for MC and Zen
  • MC tackles Jaehee in a big bear-hug
  • “i knew you’d never forget! i love you, Jaehee!”
  • Jaehee blushyy!
  • she giggles a bit and tells MC she loves them too
  • :3


  • Jumin and MC were having dinner together when Jumin realized something
  • he doesnt know when MC’s birthday is! :o
  • “darling, i just thought of something. when is your birthday?”
  • MC finishes chewing their food before speaking
  • “april 4th!” they say with a bright smile
  • Jumin smiles back
  • “how wonderful”
  • …..wait
  • april 4th?
  • thats
  • Jumin almost CHOKES on his food
  • “sweetheart, thats in three days”
  • “i know”
  • ???????
  • “why havent you said anything to me about it?”
  • “oh…i dont know. i never really did anything for my birthday”
  • Jumin tries to hide his shock
  • i mean he never really does anything for his birthday either
  • but this was MC
  • their existence needs to be celebrated
  • okay this is fine. everything is fine. Jumin has three days to plan the perfect birthday party. everything is fine i said its fine alright
  • he asks assistant Kang for help because he has no idea how to birthday party
  • finally, he’s got it: the perfect birthday plan
  • phase one: breakfast in bed
  • MC wakes up to the smell of bacon. when Jumin sees they’re awake he fetches a tray with bacon, strawberry pancakes, coffee, and fruit
  • he even used spray whipped cream to make a little cat-head shape
  • Jumin is lowkey proud of himself for preparing that
  • phase two: festival
  • the spring festival was going on so he takes MC out and the two explore all the booths and eat yummy foods and he buys them a few small gifts
  • phase three: dinner
  • dinner at MC’s favorite restaurant
  • this phase is also when Jumin gives MC their actually present, which was a big sweater they had been eyeing but never had the courage to buy
  • they love it
  • phase four: the park
  • the last activity is just walking in the park together, holding hands, looking at the stars, and talking about anything and everything
  • it was the most fun MC’s ever had on their birthday


  • Seven has been prepping for MC’s birthday since he met them eight months ago
  • and its finally here
  • all this careful planning
  • its finally time for the execution of the plan
  • he gets up at like 4 AM, careful not to wake MC
  • fast forward four hours
  • MC is surprised when they wake up and Seven isnt next to them
  • they roll out of bed and stumble into the hall, rubbing sleep out of their eyes
  • when MC gets into the main room, the first thing that catches their eye is a giant cake
  • are…is this a dream?
  • MC rubs their eyes again
  • nope, theres definitely a big ass cake in my living room
  • “happy birthday, meow!”
  • MC looks down to see robot cat 
  • its was carrying a piece of paper in its tiny mouth
  • MC leans down and thanks the cat for wishing them a happy birthday, then takes the paper out of its mouth and unfolds it
  • they read aloud the phrase on the paper, which was written in sloppy hand writing
  • “say the name and he will appear…?”
  • MC rubs the bridge of their nose
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • silence
  • “Seven….?”
  • nothing
  • “Seven Zero Seven?”
  • more silence, more nothing
  • they let out a sigh
  • “Defender of Justice, are you here?”
  • Seven smashes through the top of the cake in a flurry of punching and kicking
  • he was wearing a blue morph suit and a red cape, with a 707 emblem poorly embroidered onto the chest
  • holy shit, Seven
  • its eight in the morning
  • can you have like, even a little chill PLEASE
  • “i want breakfast…” MC grumbles, hearing their stomach growl
  • Seven puts his hands on his hips triumphantly
  • “you wish is my command, fair citizen! TO THE KITCHEN!”
  • Seven points in the air and runs into the kitchen
  • he runs back out a second later
  • he grabs MC’s hands and says in a soft, sweet voice
  • “happy birthday, baby. you can go back to sleep and i’ll wake you when breakfast is ready”
  • with that, he gives them a gentle kiss of the forehead and sprints back into the kitchen


gri-clover  asked:

OH HELL I CAN'T DECIDE between this one: “So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?” and this one: “If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-” :3 thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks Beeeeeeeeeeeeells! love ya

Awww Gri I love you too babe! I mixed the prompt and put a dash of Allydia in there for you and it got BIG, I hope you like it! All my love and gratitude to @mahnaxmahna​  for the beta work on this you’re amazing!

Stiles hated valentine’s day.

“No, that’s not true. It’s not like I hate it, okay? I just think it is a day made up for capitalists to earn money. I mean there is a whole section of the market just for it? It’s flower shops, food companies, teddy bears, restaurants, hotels, and a lot of our entertainment section is directioned to a day of the year made for us to spend money. It’s ridiculous.”

“You know that you actually sound like a whiny bitch without a date, right? Trust me on this Stiles, you don’t want to be that bitch. You want to be the fierce bitch who get’s the girl, or the guy, or the non binary person. Sometimes your pansexuality tires me. I mean, I have to cover all the bases, while you aren’t getting on anyone’s bases,” Lydia told him for tenth time.

They were lazing around Lydia’s office, waiting for the last print of pictures to decide which one they would put in the current issue, but their photographer was late. Stiles was currently lying in Lydia’s expensive couch that was indeed more comfortable than Stiles bed, while Lydia had her legs up on the desk. Perks of being the Editor in Chief and the creative director of the QUEER magazine.

“Right, why not throw it in your best friend’s face that he’s not getting laid, or getting loved. And also insult his sexuality in the process. Someday I’ll believe you and file a lawsuit against you, Lyds.”

“As if you would ever sue me. First, you know you would lose because Allison would kick your lawyer’s ass in the next generation, and second, you love me too much to risk it. Talking about Ally, I want to tell you something, but I don’t know if you can keep your bloody mouth shut.”

“What? Lydia? You can’t just look to me and say, look I gotta tell you something but I can’t. I have anxiety and I’m also very curious and nosy, you know I need to know, and I need to know now! Besides I would never tell anyone your secret.”

“You would. If it was anything related to Ally, you would sell my soul in a blink of an eye.” She gave him a meaningful look and he had to yield.

“Okay, you’re right. I would tell Ally. But she’s my sister Lydia, it’s like my duty.”

“I’m not criticizing the fact you put my girlfriend first Stiles. I would never get between you two, you know that, but I want this to be kept secret. I need it to be.”

Stiles sat up and took a second to look at Lydia, really look at her, and he noticed a emotion so rare, that it was almost like a pod person had taken control of his best friend’s body.

Lydia Martin was insecure, and there was only one reason for her to feel like that.

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Nobody’s Perfect: An Introduction to Character Flaws

            I’ve talked before on how important character flaws are in the creation and development of an OC. A flawed character is a believable character. A flawed character is a relatable character. A flawed character is a likeable character. No one is perfect in real life, and therefore no one should be perfect on the page. But there are many, many different types of character flaws, so I decided to throw together a quick little post on character flaws. I’m not going to go too in-depth, since this post should be a diving board for you guys to jump off into the deep and monster-filled oceans of research. To go in depth, I would need a lot more submarine funding and a fair amount of rubber duck water wings, and I am too broke to toddle down to the Walmart down the street and hope that they have them in my size. So here we go, this is your basic introduction to character flaws.

            What is a character flaw? Wikipedia tells us that a character flaw is “a limitation, imperfection, problem,phobia, or deficiency present in a character who may be otherwise very functional”. On that note, a flaw can either be massive such as a character having an issue with suddenly transforming into a terrifying rage demon. It can also be a cute little foible or quirk, like quacking like a duck every time someone new walks into the room, which, after the first family reunion, would get terribly annoying and would probably result in someone getting drowned in the gravy pot. A character flaw more often than not negatively affects a character and the people surrounding them. In villains, their flaws are often their downfalls, while heroes often overcome their flaws to triumph at the end of the day. Character flaws allow us to track a character’s growth whether negative or positive, and they often reveal the inner life, past, emotion, or mental state of the OC.

So what are some common character flaws?

  • Trusting too much or trusting too little
  • Hubris – also known as excessive self-pride and confidence
  • Hamartia – this is a pretty specific one where an overwhelming flaw leads to the downfall and eventual death of the hero, such as in Oedipus Rex, and is limited solely to tragic heroes
  • A lack of self-control – all of the booze/drugs/sex/feels please
  • An insatiable curiousity – Alice has got this one covered, guys
  • Severe phobias, such as a fear of clowns, a fear of doctors, a fear of water, a fear that peanut butter will stick to the roof of your mouth…
  • Essentially any emotion or action in which the character is deficient or over-excessive

Flaws can literally come in all different shapes and sizes, and they can either majorly or minorly affect the character or the plot. Flaws don’t necessarily need to be just about personality either. There can be physical flaws, and some of those physical flaws are most definitely tied into personality flaws. A heavily scarred man living in the secret shadows of an opera house has his physical flaws closely tied into his emotional and mental ones.  Someone who has very low self-esteem will have their emotional state tied into how they perceive their physical ones. Everything in a character is generally tied into another. Like people, OC’s are always going to be a little messy.

            If you’re having trouble figuring out your character’s flaws, take a look around. Look at your favourite characters in books or movies. How are their flaws portrayed, and how do they affect them, the other characters, and the plot of the story? What are the flaws of the people around you? What are your personal flaws, and how have they affected your development? Character flaws are important, and you need to spend as much time on them as you do on your OC’s positive traits. Negative traits help define who we are, and what our struggles are as people. This needs to be translated into our writing, since our OC’s are people too. People we make up inside our heads, but people nonetheless.

            What are your favourite/least favourite character flaws?

            The usual disclaimer that you don’t have to listen to me: I’m terribly flawed as it is. I leave used tea bags lying around, I have an inability to socialize, and I fully believe that my cat is a transfigured little fat man, and I have made little to no developed growth in those areas. 

Dreaming about a Reality

“Are you ready?”
I looked up to see Shane staring at me, his eyes filled with excitement and a grin you couldn’t even slap off his face. Looking at me as though these are the last hours we have to breathe and this was our last shot to go out with a bang.
“Yeah!” I said with fake excitement and a forced smile, but even I could still hear my voice shake. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink the past two nights. Hoping that when the reality of this moment finally set in my sleep deprivation would hit me like a bunch of bricks so Shane and everyone else would notice early enough to not make me go on. But it was though all the blood in body was replaced with caffeine and espresso shots, I felt as though I could run around the block about thirty times and then another thirty more. My mind was on high alert, noticing every little detail within feet of me and my focus too high strung. Recollecting the second we walked through the door and I noticed he was here. Sitting in the middle of the crowd with his friends… and her. His new prized girlfriend, or side piece, or slam piece, whoever she was he paraded her around as though she was the greatest thing to walk this earth. That’s who he was though. If you were going to be affiliated with him you needed to benefit his image. In shorter terms you were an accessory. Everything you did had to be perfect. Everywhere you went you had to look perfect. Because there was no Mr.Perfect without Mrs.Perfect. After a while it seems so “perfect” you actually convince yourself it is. Until of course you wake up and realize that “perfect fantasy” is actually a living fucking nightmare. The fake imitation starts to fade and all the lies hit you like a speed train, sending you into a total loss of identity, confusion, and sadness. When people tell you theres no such thing as perfect, head their words, because they are completely right.
“We’re all set up Leighton, they’re announcing us now”
All of the sudden my heart dropped and my feet were tied to the floor. What am I doing? Why would I ever think I could do this? Is it too late to run? It was too late.
“And next we have Leighton Masters and Bringing Back Today!”
Shit. Why was my name separate? Oh yeah that’s right I was the idiot that volunteered myself to tryout for this stupid spot and of course I got it. I didn’t even think I was that good. I did Chorus in high school and a few Acapella performances but it was either that or drama, never have I thought years later I would chose to throw myself on stage to have a crowd nitpick at my no experience entertainer skills. They’re going to rip me apart…
Luckily Rae helped me look the part. My confidently edgy, smart mouthed, vicious, beautiful best friend turning me into one of her pinterest masterpieces. Dark black skinny jeans with rips and holes down the front, black and maroon combat boots folded down around my mid-calf, a bright magenta sleeveless halter with the classic black leather jacket over top. My hair was lightly curled towards the ends in order to compliment the new dark to platinum ombre on the freshly chopped shoulder length hair. Who knew how much of a difference 10 inches can make you look. I was the complete alternative rocker. Only thing missing…the fact I was nowhere near in personality or in spirit a rocker chick. When I started to walk towards the mic the faces looking back at me gave a reassuring look. My style must of convinced them that I knew what I was doing, and they were ready for a show. And oh a show it was going to be…
I kept walking slowly towards the mic, looking down at the floor praying at this moment that the world would spontaneously combust, or just me. Unfortunately neither happened. When I reached the front of the stage I put my hands on the stand and looked up at the crowd. Of course the first pair of eyes I lock with are his. It was such a confused stare, as though he was asking me what the fuck I was doing up there and why the hell did I look like that. Mr. Perfect had no idea. But that’s not a surprise, he never did. For years he acted as though he knew who I was when I was still searching for myself. Hovering over my decisions, lecturing me on what was right and what was wrong, when he was only a couple years older than I. His friends all stared in disbelief, as though I died and was reincarnated by a taller, blonde, Avril Lavigne look alike. None of them had any idea either. Funny thing is if I was still enclosed in that cult none of them still would have known, no matter how many years would have passed. Because in there, its all about image, how you looked, agreeing with all of them, disbanding anything they didn’t agree with, even if it was apart of who you are, you had to get rid of it for them. And that fueled my fire. All the lies, all the rumors, all the shit talking. And I never retaliated. I sat back receiving every cruel word and sentence that came out of their mouths. But tonight I’m fighting back, tonight is my response to every time consuming breath they have spent talking shit about me. I stared back into all their faces, meeting with every single pair of baffled eyes with a stiff rigid look that basically said You guys can go fuck yourself.
“Hey everybody and thank you for having us and I especially want to thank Shane for letting me be a guest with his band in performing tonight. Before we play I just want to express the value of this song to me.“ I took a breath, my heart was beating so hard it was ringing through my ears. I felt as though if I didn’t slow down or just stop talking overall I would be face down into the bottom of the stage floor. I looked up and met those eyes again. It was as though he was commanding me to not dare say one word about him or what he did. How childish he has been for such a “man” and that the pedestal he puts himself on is actually not that high up from the ground. I wasn’t going to say his name, exactly what he did, or how awful of a person he has been. But every sentence that is going to be said from my mouth will be referencing to the inferior Mr.Perfect. Hopefully he isn’t too stupid to be able to put that together.
“Not too long ago I hit rock bottom. I thought I had everything planned out, everything set for me, and worst of all I convinced myself I was happy when I was not. When I realized the life I was living was not what I wanted I did a complete 360. Yes I cut off all my hair, I colored it a different way, I changed all my clothes, and I know about none of you here knew I even could sing.“ Most of the crowd went into a loud giggling. Whispering to one another and looking back up at me, analyzing head to toe my newfound image. “But that’s not the best part” I created a pause. It seemed as though the past 4 years of my life played back over and over in my head. The girl who I used to call myself was standing in front of me, staring in complete disbelief. Never did she think that I am her and she was me. Her stare scared me but then she broke into a smile. A tear rolled down from her eye to her cheek and she whispered two words before she turned away. Thank you.
“The best part is that I found myself, I found my happiness”.
I looked over to the right of the stage by the bar to see Brysen and Rae standing up clapping for me. The ones who not only picked me up but physically pushed me up onto this stage. And as much as I hated them for it I couldn’t help but love them more than anything. Brysen pointed at me and flashed his perfect smile he knew I loved so much. I met him when I was at my worst and he has brought me to my best. Making me his princess regardless of how I broken I was, how imperfect I am, and how weak I felt. We were two imperfectly perfect souls intertwined with one another within the short amount of time we have fallen into each others lives. But not only was he special but he was mine. I smiled and blew them both a kiss. Then the lights dimmed and my heart dropped, Shane started strumming and the track began to play.
Here we go.
I open my eyes looking down onto the treadmill. I regained the feeling of reality as the sweat on my t-shirt was cooling down my stomach and the beads of sweat running down my face were seeping into my headphones. 5 miles and 35 minutes. My legs were a little shaky as I slowed the speed to a walking pace but the adrenaline still coursing through my body could push me for another 3 miles. Not today. I hopped off and made my way towards the fountain, remembering what happened the last time I ran too far into my thoughts. Literally. I looked down at my phone pausing the song halfway through and I smiled.
“One day” I thought. One day

i never know how to write stuff like this so i just wing it. i always wing it tbh

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The New Doctor

Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: PG
Length: Just about 2k. 
Author’s Notes: I actually finished writing something for the fytopkey challenge! lol I have a billion other things that are unfinished, but here have a fluffy little piece! 

Summary: There’s a new doctor at the hospital, and Jonghyun thinks he sounds too good to be true. 

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Is There Somewhere

You’re writing lines about me: romantic poetry. Your girl’s got red in her cheeks cause we’re something she can’t see. And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain. All I do is cry and complain, because second’s not the same.

“Hello. Hellooo.”

I was jolted out of my daydream-like state as I saw Bastian’s fingers snap in front of my eyes, that smile of his creasing the corners of his eyes as he chuckled and backed away now that he had grabbed my attention. “Huh?”

“Were you listening to anything that I just said?”

To be honest, I hadn’t even realized he had entered the room. I looked behind him to the slightly ajar door and then back towards him, giving him a weak smile. “Not really,” I admitted.

“What is it you’re doing?” His eyes glanced to the papers in my lap and self-consciously I closed them just as quickly even if they didn’t hold any damning or embarrassing evidence. In fact, it was all things that really belonged to him or had his name on it.

“I was just reorganizing your calendar. Invites you’ve gotten to events, meetings, things like that.” It was my job after all as his assistant.

Assistant aka confidante aka advice giver aka his left hand and his right hand.

Bastian could literally do nothing without me and he admitted it for the first time in the handwritten letter he had scrawled to me that was attached to the gift he had given me for my last birthday a few months ago.

A diamond encrusted tennis bracelet.

He had joked that it may have been a better idea to give me a watch so that I could always keep up with him but he settled on the bracelet knowing how much I liked jewelry. Now I had a habit of wearing it a few days out of the week. I tried not to flaunt it around but it was quite literally the best gift I had ever received.

“Which reminds me…” He gave me that look, a look I was all too familiar with. It was the way he looked any time he was about to ask me for something that would cause me trouble or hassle. I stood up in preparation while he instead sat down on the bed. “Do you think you could cancel that meeting I have later this afternoon? Ana has a tennis match and I…”

Immediately a dissatisfied groan pushed past my lips and I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t the first time he had asked me to do such things and I was tired of being the one to call people and relay the news that Mr. Schweinsteiger would not be making an appearance with them today because he instead enjoyed sitting outside and watching his girlfriend play tennis. “You can’t keep doing this, Bas.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. It’s an important match though and I’d like to be there. You understand right?”

I didn’t understand. I would never understand but it wasn’t my job to butt into that. It was my job to do as he asked so I simply nodded and grabbed for my phone on the desk next to me so that I could text whoever it was that would be on the receiving end of this cancellation. Hopefully it wasn’t too important.

While I quietly typed away on my iPhone, Bastian spoke from where he sat. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been weird lately.”

Weird was an understatement. I felt like I was living in my own personal hell, accompanied by baggy eyes and a dragging body that seemed to not function when I wasn’t supplied with at least two cups of coffee. The past few weeks had been the most draining days of my life and I hadn’t even told anyone what was going on with me. Basti was the last person I wanted to let in on that considering he had a hand in being the reason I was here.

I never meant for it to grow into this. I thought I could do well enough controlling myself and my emotions but I was losing control quite fast. I was falling for my boss and it was much more complicated than I needed or wanted it to be because not only was he in a relationship but I was in a relationship.

Or at least I once was.

“Nothing,” I grumbled lowly, still staring down at my phone in my hands but I knew he wouldn’t let it go all that easily.

“Come on. Talk to Daddy.” He patted his leg as if motioning me to his lap and I immediately showed skepticism.

“Did you just call yourself…”

He chuckled. “Yes. A joke but seriously. Come here.” He patted his leg once more and I slowly made my way over while reluctantly taking a seat on his knee. It was the most awkward, yet pleasant, position I had found myself in with him. His eyes began to follow mine as if he was searching for a clue of what could be wrong with me but I knew that would never be enough for him to figure out what the problem was. “What’s wrong? And why are you here?”

I looked around at the hotel room I was now calling home, at least for the next week or so. I bit down on my lip, fighting the urge to spill everything here and now. I didn’t know why I was braced with such confidence at the moment. I didn’t feel confident but I spoke up anyway. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

Now it was him who was confused. “What? Why? I thought you two were like perfect?” He laughed some to ease off the tension of his comment but it didn’t help. We were perfect until I threw that all down the drain. And for what? To live in a hotel room by myself? “I actually liked the guy.”

“I told him I liked someone else.”

Bastian groaned with disappointment. “Seriously? And where’s this guy now? You dumped a guy I thought you were in love with for a man who now has you holed up in a hotel room?”

My words got stuck in my throat then, unable to voice the fact that he was that guy and I didn’t get an opportunity to even try because a few seconds later his phone was buzzing in his pocket. He retrieved it quickly, grinning from ear to ear as soon as he saw the screen. “It’s Ana. I better take it.” Just as quickly I found myself out of his lap and on the bed beside me while he scurried off and answered in that sing-songy tone I hated.

“Absolutely great,” I spoke lowly to myself before falling back onto the bed. Just when I was this close to revealing to Bastian all that I felt for him he literally tossed me to the side for her. I couldn’t understand what he saw in her that wasn’t present in me. I tried to make sense of it. I did but it never led me to any real answers.

A few minutes passed before he returned into the room, sitting down beside me and looking down towards me. “So back to our conversation.”

“I can’t remember where we were,” I lied.

“You explaining to me the deal with this new guy you’re after.”

“I’m not after him. He has a girlfriend.”

“Wait wait. So you got rid of your actual boyfriend for a guy that can’t even commit to you?”

“I know it sounds stupid but…I couldn’t lie and hide my feelings anymore.”

“And so what did the new guy say?”

“He hasn’t said anything. He doesn’t know.” Until now.

Bastian sighed, not even realizing how oblivious he was being. “You should probably tell him, don’t you think?”

“I just did,” I blurted.

The silence that filled the room then was deafening and the way Bas cocked his head to the side in thought let me know he was still quite possibly processing what I had just said. He opened his mouth to speak the first time but snapped his mouth shut soon after before any words could follow.

“I knew this would happen,” was the first thing he spoke. It wasn’t the reaction I was looking for.

“You knew what exactly?”

“Ana told me it was a bad idea to have an assistant that looked like…you,” he explained as he motioned towards me. I self-consciously looked down at my body laid out in front of me. “And she was right,” he murmured in dismay.

“That’s your response?!” I jumped up from the bed feeling the anger coursing through me. “I tell you I’m literally staying in this shitty hotel room by myself because I told my boyfriend I had feelings for you and your response is ‘Wow, my girlfriend was right’?! You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well what do you want my response to be? Oh I love you too? Let me go dump my girlfriend and make my life in the press even more of a shit show than it already is! Do you know what they would say about me if I jump from Ana to you?”

“Oh right. Because I’m not as good as Ana.”

Bas closed his eyes, rubbing his temples in frustration as he said, “That’s not what I meant.”

“So what did you mean?”

“I mean I can’t do this! What did you expect? For us to run off into the sunset together? You’re my assistant and yes, you’re gorgeous and I love and appreciate you so much for what you do for me but…this is way more than I signed up for.”

By now tears were brewing and I could feel my body growing hot with embarrassment. I had finally laid my feelings out on the line and for what? To be told that I wasn’t good enough.

With my chin quivering I said the only words I knew I had to say. I was left with no option.

“Fine. I quit.”

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of hands to my arm made me jump, my mind starting to piece together where I was and what I was doing. There stood Bastian in front of me, an amused grin decorating his face. “I swear it’s so hard to wake you up sometimes. Come on. We’re going to be late.”

“Huh? Late for what?”

“Ana’s match remember? You said you were coming with me?” He pulled on the baseball cap covering his head, lowering it further over his eyes as he looked down at me waiting for me to nod with understanding. I was still stuck on the fact that I was sleeping. Had I been dreaming this whole time?

I had to be. The smile on his face was too normal. The clothes I remembered him to be wearing were no longer on him. I had to have been having a dream. “Oh. Right. I’m coming.”

The only thing that wasn’t a dream was that I was still in a hotel room and I was now single. That would forever remain a reality and my feelings for Bastian would forever remain a secret.

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seven years; (1)

it takes seven years for them to get together.

Year one.


; Maya.

He’s the boy on the subway; the boy with the sandy blonde, almost brown hair that’s reading some random, unmemorable, novel that you’ll never read. He’s cute, really cute, and looks about your age, maybe a year older. He’s cute but there is a lot of cute boys out there and you promised to give Riley an adventure; a story, and what’s one without a cute boy?

“Hi, I’m Maya, you’re really cute! We should go out sometime. You make me happy. You don’t pay enough attention to me. This isn’t working out. We can still be friends. Not really.”

He’s has this confused, but endeared look on his face as the words leave your mouth and you ignore his enchanted smile and sparkling jade eyes, pushing your best friend towards him, her landing in his lap. You smile at them because Riley’s glowing and you can practically hear her heart racing from thirty feet away.

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This is just post-ep fluff. Just a tiny, no-plot piece of unedited fluff because I am literally AT WORK RIGHT NOW but these two are destroying me like let me liiiiiiive. 


If he’s honest, Fitz always imagined–when he was too weak to stop himself from imagining such things–that their first time would be so much more romantic. He’s had a lot of time to think about this moment, after all. Their line of work precludes the kind of leisurely courtship he might have wanted, but he still hadn’t thought it would be a stolen moment in a Romanian hotel room, frantically dressing afterwards and hoping Mack couldn’t hear the pounding of his heart over the noise of the Quinjet.

He doubts he’s fooling anyone, least of all one of his good friends. He might as well have “I JUST HAD SEX WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE” emblazoned across his face. What is he, a teenager? Actually, he’s pretty sure most teenagers could handle this turn of events with more finesse.

But still, it was perfect. Well, he thinks it was perfect. He doesn’t have much experience with this sort of thing, and he’s trying not to feel anxious about that. In another universe, they could have curled up next to each other afterwards and talked maybe. Maybe then he would know. He rubs his eyes, frustrated. This is why he’s not supposed to be thinking about this. They’re scientists, anyway. You just have to replicate the experiment until you reach satisfactory conclusions, and he is more than willing to increase their sample size.

Jemma comes back from chatting up Mack and settles down beside him. She starts giggling almost immediately, and Fitz can’t help but smile back.

She knocks his shoulder gently. “I can tell you’re overthinking it already,” she smirks at him. “What happened to not thinking about crossing the event horizon and just doing it?”

“I am not overthinking it,” Fitz grumbles, taking her hand for no reason except that he can and it’s been the hardest-won privilege.

“Well,” she says, leaning closer and giving him a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I happened to thoroughly enjoy it, so stop overthinking because we’re not going back from this.”

“Really?” he asks involuntarily, cringing at his own vulnerability. But he’d known he would be hers forever no matter what, and that was well before this shift in their relationship.

“Ugh, Fitz!” There’s no real frustration behind her warm eyes, though. “I seem to recall being quite vocal. Surely by now you’re pretty good at reading me.”

He blushes instantly and ducks his head, trying desperately to not conjure up images of an hour ago.

“Mack knows, by the way,” she says, interrupting his attempts to slow his breathing.

“Oh uh… yeah? And are you… you know, okay with that?” Fitz asks, a bit nervously. He has long ago given up attempting to mask his emotions about Jemma; it had gotten to the point where it took all of his energy trying to hide the depth of his feelings, and after the monolith he just couldn’t see the point anymore. But Jemma is a private person, and although she’d taken the lead he couldn’t help fearing she might regret going from friendship to a romantic relationship in 48 hours if the whole team started up with their inevitable teasing.

She smiles at him, so radiantly that any heaviness left in his bones dissipates at once. “Of course. He was quite sweet about it. You’re stuck with me forever, Dr. Fitzy, so why should I care who knows?”

Fitz is slightly mortified to feel tears building beneath his lashes, and Jemma seems to sense it because she kisses him, sweetly at first, and then more aggressively.

When they pull apart she laughs again, and he must have done everything right to deserve seeing her like this so often recently. “Fitz, we could have been doing this for years. We are such bloody idiots.”

He beams back at her, chasing her mouth once more before replying. “Yeah, but everything we’ve been through, it’s just made us stronger, hasn’t it? Maybe we had to go through all of that to be here with each other now.”

Jemma rolls her eyes. “You’re such a romantic. And I love that about you, I really do. But I still think we’ve been bloody idiots because this part is pretty amazing.”

Okay, she didn’t say I love you directly, but that was close, and Fitz is not sure how much more his heart can take.

Jemma jabs him in the chest with her finger. “My bunk, after debrief. Immediately after debrief.”

Fitz is in trouble. He’s going to be in trouble for the rest of his life, and nothing has ever felt so good.

Head Down Low (Eleven)

Summary: Dan isn’t right. He’s not like most of the others, he’s not genetically pure. He has no destined path, he has nothing going for him in life. He’ll be lucky to get himself a job in a fast food kitchen, and everyone looks down on him like he’s a piece of dirt stuck at the bottom of their shoe. Except one person: Phil Lester.

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon, later consensual sex, mentions of depression and low self-esteem, references to ocd, references to ptsd

A/N: this chapter is a bit of an info dump, but dont worry bc u get 2 chapters this week so it makes up for it c:

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Dan throws his bag onto the floor. He flops onto the bed, burying his face into his pillows.

He hasn’t been able to wipe the damn grin off his face all day, and even now he’s smiling into his pillows. His stomach has been constantly turning and churning in the best kind of way, and his legs feel like jelly every single time his mind wanders to thoughts of Phil.

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Addressing Every Aspect Of Sheik

 ”Sheik’s gender is one of the most heated topics of discussion when it comes to arguments in Zelda fandom. Some say that it’s simply Princess Zelda in disguise, and therefore Sheik is still technically female. Some would argue, however, that Zelda physically transforms herself into a man using magic, as opposed to simply putting on a costume.”

Today is the day that for me, all hell broke loose. It is news that Sheik has been “confirmed female.” Everyone’s either gloating or sulking, but I stand strong. This is because this topic is very important to me, and I have of course, by now, formed my opinion over the years. Before I was a big Zelda fan, I was a big Smash Bros. fan. (That’s what led me to The Legend of Zelda.) I was young, uninformed, and didn’t even care. At that point, if you had told me that the character you play as is Link, not Zelda, I would have been shocked. I didn’t know the story. But I did know of Sheik; “an androgynous character in the Smash Bros. series.” “Do you think Sheik is a boy or a girl?” I ask my brother. Little did I know that what I was asking has worlds and hell to it. But if even a little kid like myself ponders such a question, wouldn’t others? of course! After a short chat mid-fight with my brother, we have put to rest based on our own observations that Sheik from Melee is a boy, and Sheik from Brawl is a girl. Now I know that most people today would say that young me would be half wrong about that. But in this day and age, I have the insight to prove my argument. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain each design of Sheik, canon or not, in detail.

Here’s my reference sheet; it is showing each Sheik from the most current model, up to the very first. 

Let’s start with Hyrule Warriors Sheik.

My argument for this Sheik is that Sheik is [obviously] female. Now, this requires little to no proof, because I believe that everyone is at peace with this Sheik. I’d say that this is the least androgynous model of Sheik that the light of day has ever seen (even though that’s not saying much), and it’s most closely associated to the model of the concept if Twilight Princess Sheik, who only ended up in Smash Bros. Brawl. She and her body have feminine features, such as her obviously non-manly voice, and the shape of her body (Thin legs, small feet, girly hands, “hair bow,” and girly hair.)

Next, allow me to direct you to Twilight Princess, or Brawl Sheik.

This Sheik too, is in fact female. The prime evidence of this is that in Smash Bros. Brawl, she has her own trophy, one on which she is referred to, when described, as “she.” But if that’s not enough for you, allow me to go further into the depths of the only model that undisputedly puts the “she” in “Sheik.”
-Small waist

-Chest, which for once, is definitely breasts, and cannot even be argued as muscles.

-Overall girly features; arms, legs, face, hair.

The least girly thing about this Sheik is her voice. 

Our third model of Sheik up for examination is the Smash Bros. Wii-U Sheik. I call this one “Smash Sheik.”This Sheik is male. From these eyes–,

All the way down to the big feet, and everything in between. (Thick wrists, straight waist, shape of butt, height, chest muscles, not only muscular upper arms like most Sheiks have, but muscular and thick forearms.)

I’d also like to point out that the fact that this character stands alone and away from Zelda as his own person, so much increases the chances of being male. I simply do not see one mistaking this person for a girl; testosterone definitely pours from this one.

What we have next and lastly is the elephant in the room; the source of all these sprouting Sheiks, the reason why so many Zelda fans argue with each other. [Cue dramatic drum roll]

This is Ocarina of Time Sheik. 

We have a lot here, so before anything, let’s just lay down a whole bunch of facts.

-Princess Zelda’s alleged “mysterious but really really strong and great power” is always spoken of. But it is clear that regardless of having such power, Zelda rarely turns to it. Why, you ask? Who knows? Maybe she believes that depending on something so much could lead to failure, or maybe she doesn’t want to abuse her Goddess-given power to get what she wants like Ganondorf does, making a point of there always being a peaceful way to live without being ignorant of the matters of life. Perhaps all reasons that lead to hope, which I would only expect as something someone as pensive as one with the Triforce of Wisdom has, would think.

*If you’d like specifics, referring to Zelda’s power, you can read just about any one of the mangas. But that may seem pointless because really only one or two would be referring to Ocarina of Time Zelda, right? Wrong. Consider the following: 

This is the top of the chronology of Hyrule. Let’s take note of the different forms that Zelda takes on, starting from the top:


-Reincarnation of a goddess


-Princess, descendant of the sages

Now let’s look at Ganondorf.

-Actual Absolute Demon King




Have you noticed the pattern yet? Is there any specific reason why I’m spewing all of this? Well, yes, precisely.

The pattern here is that from the beginning, Each being is in its most godly and therefore strongest form. This is relevant because Any alleged power of Zelda spoken about in A Link To The Past, for example, has to be scores over stronger with the Zelda in Ocarina of Time.

Yes, Princess Zelda is all powerful; A Witch, A Sage, A Sorceress, A Genius, and a whole bunch more of capitalized titles I’m not coming up with.

*Link doesn’t have natural god-given power like the others, this is why his strength is not affected and it is a mystery in regards to which hero is greater than another.*

Now that I’ve stressed Zelda’s power, I want to explain her brilliancy.

Princess Zelda not only has a different type of wit because of her triforce, but she crawls into the minds of others. Who else would be able to recreate herself in such a perfect way that not even Ganondorf would sense a trace of Zelda in Sheik?

By the way, don’t even think about underestimating Ganondorf’s smarts.

His plotting and scheming was perfect and brilliant. Of course, I shouldn’t have to explain his plot though, right?

Let’s not forget about our Hero of Time. He bursts through temples and dungeons filled with puzzles in each room effortlessly and without hesitation. I firmly believe that each person who represents a piece of the Triforce still has a greater understanding of the other two parts than most people.

After all this, I pray that you don’t underestimate Ocarina of Time Zelda in any way. Now is the time to repent, though. Repent through acknowledgement. But before anything, let’s get this out of the way.

This is clearly talking about Ocarina of Time Sheik, that one being the only one who’s canon and in a Zelda game. I simply will not accept a fragment of a sentence as proof that Sheik is a woman.

So, what do you think? You think that this quote is going to negate this whole thing? Nah. I’m writing this to prove this quote wrong, regardless of whose mouth it’s from- unless it’s Shigeru Miyamoto. And even if so, I believe that I could make someone open-minded believe me. If not, I apologize for failing. Sheik is one of those rare things in which he/she becomes whatever you want he/she to be, as long as you can prove it, that is. So this is my story. And until someone can prove me wrong with cold hard facts, it will remain so for me, whether you join me or not.

Let’s describe the differences between these two:

Here are the physical length differences between Sheik and Zelda


Apparent Visible Differences:

-Eye color

-Hair color

-Skin color


-Ears that are so long, they couldn’t possibly be hidden. Especially with Sheik’s short hair. (You can’t bend or clip ears behind something either. For seven years. That would really  hurt.)

So, here are the copout explinations you can expect from people who will still defend feminity of sheik

-        “Dark skin? Zelda obviously got a spray-tan.”

-        “Eyes changed from blue to red? CONTACTS.”

-        “Different hair color? Hair dye!”

-        “No chest? It was just bound by bandages!”

-        “Crazy big muscles? Either Zelda became a body builder, or those are definitely pads.”


-And we all know she has the power to do it. We also know that she didn’t even have to stop there, because we know about how powerful she is.


 (Try it if you don’t believe me.)

Other note: Even if she was able to, there would be roundness from the breasts on the side. Sheik’s side is flat.

It’s insane how people actually believe that Zelda can make her breasts disappear without making them, well, disappear. I think that most people don’t understand that, which is why most people who believe Sheik is a man are girls.

*** Pads, you say? I say nay. Unless there are pads for even collar bone and ribcage protrusions, along with neck-vein-tendon-line pads. We don’t even have that today—that’s some high-tech shit they had back then. Those are REAL muscles. rEAL REAL REAL REAL REAL


-Zelda’s transition to Sheik alters the length of her arms, legs, torso shoulders, and hips: FACT.


If you say to me that Sheik altered her breasts but didn’t change her vagina to a penis, I will throw eggs at you.

Let’s talk about Ganondorf. Like I said, Ganondorf is no fool. Do you really think that someone with a trace of Zelda could flaunt by Ganondorf’s huge nose unnoticed? No, you don’t. It’s not possible. She would surely get caught. And like stated, (in the smash bros. trophy, I believe.) Zelda hides every trace of her identity. If Zelda has the power to alter the top half, along with the rest of her body, she surely can alter the rest of it.

((I encourage you to disprove this; for if you could, I would listen to your arguments. It would definitely be a difficult thing to do, this argument is long. I’ll also gladly respond to any questions or arguments. I’ll accept all takers. And lastly, even if you still do not believe Sheik is male, it is intended by Zelda that he only be referred to as a he, for that’s what he’s meant to be..))