how do they get anything done on that show

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g. 


“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment. 

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Our party has just discovered a large statue. In its hand is a staff that we all figure must be powerful. We have our human fighter, the strongest of our group, attempt to retrieve it. He fails.

Elven Wizard: I’ll go ahead and try too. -proceeds to roll low-

Pixie Druid: Eh, why not. I’ll try too. -also rolls low-

Gnome Bard(Me): Alright alright -walks up, rolling up her sleeves- Lemme show y'all how it’s done.

I have her attempt to remove the staff, fully expecting her to fail… I then proceed to roll a natural 20.

DM OOC: You get the staff, but also break off the arm of the statue, sending a cloud of dust and chunks of it flying off.

Gnome Bard(Me) OOC: -cackling like a madman- HOLY SHIT

Moon in Fire signs
People with their Moon in Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) feel things strongly, dramatically and aggressively. They are quick to react and usually hold nothing back. You’ll know what they’re feeling because they make it obvious that somethings up. More so than any other element, the Fire Moon signs feel things passionately. They are quick to anger and can ruffle up a few feathers in the process. But more than anything the Fire Moon signs are trail-blazers and highly energetic. They make the best out of any situation because of their optimism and enthusiasm.  

Moon in Earth signs
People with their Moon in Earth signs (Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn) feel things in an impacting way, they just don’t show it. The Earth Moon signs usually aim for being responsible and having things under control. More than anything, they crave security and stability in their lives. It is important for the Earth sign Moon to have a set routine because through this they can be highly productive and get things done fast. They don’t do well in chaotic situations because of how things spiral out of control, but somehow they still manage to remain calm and grounded.  

Moon in Air signs
People with their Moon in Air signs (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius) feel things in a deep manner, but they don’t show this side of them; they detach. Air Moon signs would much rather process their emotions completely before they react. They want to have a reason as to why they’re feeling that way. The Air Moon signs love engaging in conversations and have a thirst for knowledge. Socializing is something that they enjoy doing and are exceptionally good at it. Everyone seems to love the enthusiasm, laid back nature of the Air sign Moon!

Moon in Water signs
People with their Moon in Water signs (Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces) feel things for what they are but with a lasting impact. Of all the Moon signs, it’s none other than the Water Moon signs that feel things deeply, in an almost all-consuming way. They are passionate and sentimental, highly sensitive to their surroundings and the feelings of others. The Water Moon signs are blessed with intuition and more than anyone; they are usually empaths. However, since they feel things so strongly, they should be careful of becoming too overwhelmed and lost in their own feelings.

Afterdeath Fanfic

So, instead of a ‘Reaper comforting Geno’ fic, I wrote a ‘Geno comforts Reaper’ fic. It’s starts off a little angsty, but after the whole hurt/comfort scene it turns super fluffy. If ya read it, well, I hope you like it!

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Rating: T

Words: 2,224

Ship: Geno x Reaper

Before I forget-

Reaper belongs to @renrink

Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies

Goth belongs to @nekophy

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Roy on how to use arrows and Jason gets jealous

A/N: So I’ve never written for The Outlaws before, so this could be completely rubbish and out of character. Despite that, I really enjoyed writing Roy and Kori, maybe I should do that more?? Idk guys, idk.

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Moving in with The Outlaws was, surprisingly, a lot less difficult than you had expected. You’d been dating Jason for a few years now, and when your own roommate moved out of Gotham for work he’d suggested that you stay with him, save yourself the trouble of finding someone else to share the rent. You stayed over frequently enough that it didn’t take much getting used to, but you weren’t expecting the ease with which you slipped into the camaraderie of the group. 

The apartment was small and by no means fancy, but somehow they made it feel like home. It gave you a warm, fuzzy sensation in your stomach to return from work and have three other people waiting to greet you and ask how your day had been. (It was still mildly terrifying to get up for water in the middle of the night and be confronted by Kori’s glowing eyes when you walked into the kitchen, or to find a gun in the cutlery drawer, but slowly you were becoming used to it.)

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For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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Yes - A Harry Styles One Shot

**Almost 6,400 words! Enjoy!! :) 

You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 


Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 


When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 


The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 


After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 


When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 


Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.


When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 


While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 


“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 


Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 


The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 


Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 


The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

anonymous asked:

Heyo~ could you please do the RFA +Saeran +V coming to MC's house to hang out for the first time and reacting to her cool ass pet mini goat? And by cool I mean this goat can do tricks and shit and is just really weird but MC is has this super close bond with it 😂 this must be a weird request ^^;

You know what, it may be one of the stranger requests I’ve gotten but HECK if I don’t love it, if a friend of mine had a goat that cool at their house I’d be bouncing off the walls tbh



  • The longest gasp you’ve ever heard in your entire life, he is starstruck by this little hero
  • MC’s like, “You think that’s cool now watch this
  • She sticks her hand out in front of the goat and it lifts its hoof and shakes her hand
  • Yoosung almost faints he is so dazzled and he applauds and begs to see more
  • They spend the entire day like this, and MC shows him how to hold treats slightly above the goat’s head and make it stand up on its hind legs
  • Yoosung demands that if he and MC both call the goat and it comes to him, he gets to keep it but there’s not even a contest… the goat adores MC and completely swerves on Yoosung
  • He doesn’t want to leave MC’s house, she has to forcibly shove him out the door but he comes back the next day without asking and they do the same stuff all over again


  • I mean, he’s not the biggest fan of goats but he is certainly amused by this one
  • Thinks it’s absolutely hilarious when they scream like humans, he practically falls on the floor laughing from it
  • As a fellow performer, he’s impressed with all the tricks she has this goat doing… and tbh he’s kind of jealous that they have such a great relationship
  • But as the day goes on Zen gets progressively fonder towards the goat, they don’t spend the whole day with it like Yoosung did, but the goat tends to follow MC around so it’s usually there
  • MC goes to the bathroom for a few minutes and when she comes back Zen is stroking the goat
  • Everyone gets so attached to this goat, even Zen’s obsessed with it, this little guy has charm
  • He takes a million selfies with it


  • She’s kind of… scared of it
  • Because of Elizabeth the 3rd, she hasn’t really had the best experience with animals and she’s never even been around a goat before so she has no reference level
  • She keeps on asking MC all sorts of safety questions like “will it bite me” or “does it headbutt”
  • Thinks that the tricks are kind of cute especially when it leaps around and jumps off all its feet at once
  • Until it screams for no reason and unlike Zen, Jaehee HATES IT like why is the devil’s voice coming from this small creature
  • She can appreciate MC having a pet, really she can, but why this one,,,,, why,,
  • Although she does kind of soften when she sees how sweet the goat acts towards MC and how MC will give it kisses


  • He thinks that all animals are good animals
  • So, although he certainly was not expecting MC to have a goat when she mentioned a “pet,” he can appreciate it for what it is
  • “MC, why are its eyes like that”
  • The tricks make him want to teach Elizabeth the 3rd something, he had no idea goats could do all of the things MC taught it
  • Mentions that she could probably make a lot of money doing shows with this goat and showing off its talents… maybe he could offer to work with MC on some kind of goat business, it’s a very charming idea
  • By the end of his visit he feels a sense of camaraderie with the goat, a sense of mutual self-respect, and catches himself talking to it once or twice
  • Feeds it tons of treats when MC isn’t looking


  • This is the most hype MC has ever seen him, and that’s certainly saying something
  • He insists that MC teach him every single trick in her book, and becomes a master at it shockingly quickly; he can get the goat to do anything for some reason
  • But the first time MC shows him how it’s done he whoops and hollers and applauds like he’s at a concert
  • Asks multiple times if he can keep it, and the most annoying thing is he doesn’t stop even after MC says no
  • They take the goat on a walk through the neighborhood and Saeyoung is grinning from ear to ear the entire time
  • When it’s time for him to leave MC had a feeling he would try to steal it and lo and behold he’s sneaking it into the back of his car when she comes outside


  • He’s charmed by this adorable little thing
  • Unlike Yoosung’s incredibly long and loud gasp it’s actually the cutest thing because V lets out this tiny sound of surprise and joy like he’s enchanted by this goat even though he can’t see it, he knows from the “baaaa”
  • From the way MC talks about the goat he knows that they have a special bond and he loves it
  • His favorite thing is idly petting the goat, and the animal seems so at ease in his presence, they mutually calm each other
  • V almost falls asleep petting it, he loves it so much
  • Even though he can’t see MC doing tricks with it, he still is very impressed by what she explains that the goat can do
  • Asks a lot of questions about how and why she got it, facts about goats, etc. and is seriously thinking about coming back to MC’s house the next day


  • But alas it’s impossible, he just stands there slack-jawed in complete awe at his first sight of the goat, when MC said she had a pet he assumed a cat or a dog not a goat
  • He wants to pet it,,,,, so badly,,, his edgy side and his need to pet the goat are battling each other furiously
  • And MC knows that the tricks will do the… trick (i’ll stop)
  • She breaks out a yoga ball and just lets the goat at it; while it’s chasing the ball around Saeran can’t help it and he cracks a tiny smile
  • He can’t understand WHY it’s attacking the ball so vigorously but it’s hilarious and he’s fighting the smile but can’t keep it away
  • In the end his plan to stay unaffected by the goat has failed, and in defeat he agrees to MC’s offer to come back another time and visit this beautiful creature


Dating “bad boy” Gerard in high school

Request: Hey! Could you do a Gerard way imagine in which y/n and him are together and he’s super bad boy stereotype but loves her so much?

Gerard has never been one to look up to.

You knew that your freshman year and you knew that when the red haired boy showed up at your locker sophomore year.

“Hey…do you mind helping me study for the test?”

You and Gerard are in the same chemistry class, despite him being a junior. You don’t really know why he’s in a sophomore class, but you decided not to ask.

“Yeah, I’ll help you.”

You and Gerard studied for about an hour until he suggested that the two of you head home. He offered to drive you and you gladly accepted, not thrilled about the idea of walking home in the rain.

You would love to say that the car ride was full of laughs and smiles and jokes and that you put your hand over his on accident and you just knew that-

It was actually extremely awkward.

You looked out the window, trying to think of a conversation starter. What are you supposed to say to the most terrifying kid in the school?

“Where’s your house?”

You’re really glad that Gerard spoke up before you could utter out something stupid like “how about that game last night?” followed by an awkward conversation about a game that you didn’t watch.

“Just around the corner,” you told him, pointing in the right direction. He drove through your neighborhood and you couldn’t help but glance at him, his eyes slightly narrowed as he concentrated on driving to the right house and his lips pursed as he looks around.

“Which one is it?”

“That one up there.”

That day was your first real interaction with Gerard Way.

The next few weeks, the same thing happened almost every day and you found yourself looking forward to helping Gerard with his homework and Gerard looked forward to driving you home afterwards.

Then, two weeks into the pattern, Gerard showed up at your doorstep on a Saturday afternoon with a rose in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi,” he had said, his cheeks growing red.

Never in your life would you have though you would see Gerard Way blush, but miracles do happen.

“I, um…I have a rose for you,” he said, holding his hand out. “I wasn’t really sure how many to get so I went with one. I’ve never…I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Then he asked you out and you responded by nodding, a grin on your face despite your red cheeks.

He took you out to a bar for your first date and when you got there, he held out a fake ID for you to use. He assured you that you wouldn’t be drinking and after a little convincing and a lot of complimenting, you agreed to go in the bar with him.

It was actually a nice place, small with few people scattered around. Gerard found the two of you a small table and pulled your chair out for you, throwing you a cheeky wink as he sat down.

You talked and talked and to this day you don’t know how much time passed before someone announced that it was karaoke night.

You were excited to see people go up and sing, but the last thing you expected was to see Gerard stand up and grab the mic, looking at the DJ, who nodded at him with a small smile.

Then he sang ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey and you were pleasantly surprised because, damn, the kid can sing.

He walked back to your table with a confident smile on his face and you kept clapping until he sat down.

“Not bad, Way, not bad.”

The first time you saw the side of Gerard that everyone always warned you about was about a month after you and Gerard started dating. The two of you were walking through school when someone told you that a kid named Danny, who had been asking you out since your freshman year, had been spreading rumors that you cheated on Gerard with him.

After explaining to a slightly angry Gerard that the accusations were false (he believed you), he went against your better judgement and went to find Danny.

It was bad.

At first, Gerard just yelled at Danny, then he raised his fist and you knew you couldn’t let it get any farther. After Gerard got one punch in (you figured one wouldn’t hurt), you grabbed his arm and had Frank hold him back while you (calmly) walked over to Danny and stood in front of him.

Then you punched him in the cheek with a smug smile on your face.

“Don’t spread rumors about me, dickhead,” you remember saying something along those lines.

You had walked over to Gerard and he had just grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You’re such a badass.”

The first time you thought you might actually have to break up with Gerard was when he met your parents. They hated him.

They didn’t really give you a chance to explain that he was a good guy because they were pretty involved in your school and were friends with a lot of the parents, so they had inevitably heard about Gerard and his reputation.
You were told to break up with him, so you did. At least, you told them you did.

Now you and Gerard would just have to be a bit more careful.

Everything was fine. You snuck out every now and then, but you never broke any major rules.

You came very close to saying something about Gerard in front of your parents a few times, but you always managed to keep it quiet. 

Then there was the issue of other girls trying to “get you out of the way” so they could date Gerard.

That actually wasn’t a huge problem.


“Yeah, Gee?”

“I love you.”

The first time Gerard told you he loved you was about six months after you two started dating and you almost burst when he said it.

Your breath hitched and you stared at him, opening your mouth to respond.

“You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready-”

“I love you too.”

He stared at you with wide eyes and a growing smile.

“I love you, Gerard Way.”


Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot

I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.

“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.

“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.

“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”

“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.

“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”

“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”

“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”

“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I would love to open some art commissions, but I was wondering if you had any recommendations on how payment should be done(?) Would it be good to show them a sketch before they pay so they can get a flavor of what I will draw, or should I have them pay before I have anything done to protect myself from (literally) sketchy customers?

here is what i usually do:

  1. ask them for colored picture references, if they dont have any ask them to find you pallets and stock photos that outlines what colors they want and what the character looks like. 
  2. ask them for their email not only do you need this for paypal but people change their tumblr url a lot so its nice to be able to find them. 
  3. yes, absolutely provide a sketch before you ask for payment, this will help you more than them. people often try and “add” things in later that cost extra if you skip this step (one thing i get a lot after they pay is “hey can you put my cat in there to???” or “also can you put like 90 plants in it too”). also it will give you a better idea of the cost
  4. after they approved the sketch and the price send them the invoice and tell them you’ll start once its paid (i ask for half payment when its over $50)
  5. -have them pay with paypal (SEND THEM AN INVOICE dont let anyone pay through, have a full contract in the invoice as well, mine pretty much says “it could take up to 2 moths i can still portfolio it, feel free to sell it blah bla) 

some other tips:

  • if you do half payment, then show then a suuuper low quality jpeg with a huge watermark when you give them updates
  • set the number of revisions you allow and be sure to outline if its okay to ask for revisions of the lineart or not (i know this will mess some people up) i only allow 3 unless the com was under $10 then i offer one
  • sometimes it helps to ask them their budget before sketching or talking about a price, that way you can make them something that will take as much time as their willing to pay for, rather than everyone being confused on hourly cost.
  • have a day rate!!!, rather than hourly rate. why? its easier to divide up “how many of these can i make in a day” rather than “how many half hours will this take”, if someone asks me for something that will probably take me a full day of focused work, its $100, if they want something that will only take a quarter day then its $25. easy. (my rate is mega low because i work very slowly, if you work fast you should start at $300 to $500 imo)
  • dont take every commission, if you dont wanna do it, jsut dont do it, even if its not outlined in your commission guidelines !!! if you take comms you dont like you’ll get burnt out FAST. 
  • google drive is my best friend, its great to share finished pngs in and photoshop/aseprite files through. and its really easy to stay organized!!! i like to put a lil thank you note in the folders so i look like a cool professional B)
  • please at least charge a living wage for your work. if youre doing them “just for fun” then do pay what you wants, that way youre not normalizing paying people under living standards. you will be respected for charging a living salary and get more professional commissioners that value you and your art. 

im really passionate about this kinda thing because i love to see artists thrive, so feel free to ask anything else. dont forget commissions arnt the only way to make money as an artist, apply for conventions, submit your work to galleries, make merchandise, monetize your blog, use patreon, or try out youtube. i really hope this helps !!!

Watercolor Tutorial!

I was requested to show you guys how I go about doing my watercolor pieces so here is a quick little tutorial on how I do things!

Firstly my supplies

  • Paper :  Heavier paper, I use Strathmore because its the most reasonably priced and you can get it in good sizes 
  • Watercolor : I don’t like the tubes of wet watercolor so I use the blocks of compressed pigment this little kit is Koi Watercolors; Pocket field sketch box (made by the same people who make microns)
  • Brushes : Its a strange assortment but I like using smaller ones to get better detail. I also use a larger assortment to fill in backgrounds
  • Pens & Pencils : I use a H or 2H for sketching because its so light. I use Hybrid Technica pens (.3 or smaller) These things are so tiny and awesome for getting small lines down (Just make sure to leave them a lot of time to dry!!!) And then of course micron pens! they’re archival ink so watercolor doesn’t smudge them around


  • I just sketch my forms out really lightly to get the form and overall shapes out DONT GO TOO DARK WITH THIS if you do then your lines will show through the light layers of paint


  • I’m going to show two different ways of how I paint, the 1st one where I don’t use any outline at all, and the second is the style that I’ve used with the other Steven universe prints


  •  Keep the first layer light! It takes a lot of layers to get everything done. Make sure you let each layer dry completely before moving on! (this will save you sosos much trouble)

Now just a shit ton of layers

The first way I do the watercolor painting:

  • So this way is a lot softer and doesn’t use any pen for outline or anything like that. So you keep the true nature of the “watercolor” look
  • (sorry for the messiness off these lines I was trying to get this tutorial out real quick) 
  • keep your layers light, I basically treat watercolor in this sense like gouache 
  • Something really important when yo’re mixing your colors, I keep each section separate. So each batch for the hair, skin and dress, even though they’re all blue. I keep them separated so I know which one I’m working with. 
  • Lastly I just go over my lines (once everything is dry) with microns of varying thickness to get everything back to a level that I like!


I finished out the the half page! here’s what it looks like!

Thats about it! If you have any more questions let me know!



I love Wintergatan and Martin is the most brilliant person I’ve ever seen. I’ve been a fan for about a year now and only now do I draw some fanart, GG self lol. I was gonna draw the Marble Machine but… Christ, have you seen that thing?? It’d take me a month to draw it :’3 So instead here’s Martin with the music box, which wasn’t easy to draw (even when I simplified it a little) but it was easier than the Marble Machine at least.

Go check out Wintergatan if you haven’t yet!! (x) (x) (x)

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Hello! You might remember me as a person who sometimes draws comics on this site! I’ve been busy as heck with end-of-term work and also some work-related travel(!), so it’s taken me a while to get everything done and then also remember how to draw. The good news is that I’m working on a new Summer Comic Project–

–and the other good news is that I’m drawing it completely print-ready for once, so I’m hoping to make some A5 minicomic booklets out of it (and possibly some older material: the last 6 months or so of comics are–totally unintentionally–exactly the right size, horizontally). The bad news is that there’s no way I’m gonna have it done in time to print/assemble it for Anime North in May so I won’t be able to hand out freebies and probably won’t be attending the con at all due to work/budget restrictions. (Everyone else have fun, though! Especially you fellow artists!) The consolation is that I’m hoping to finish this thing in batches and then post it a few pages at a time based on where it’ll split up naturally.  

P.S. I’m still trying to sort out the JJL timeline in my head. It’s really weird to be making something that you want to be at least plausible while running with the limited information that you have in the moment.  So many things make so little sense as they stand now…

decembercamiecherries  asked:

I don't know if you're still doing the "Travel Drabbles" buuuuut if you are, would you be interested in writing a drabble with the prompts of 'killugon' and 'royalty'? I really love royalty aus haha ^^ If not just ignore this whole thing! (you're really great and an incredible writer by the way and every time you post anything it makes my day okay bye)

[shows up with prompt fill two weeks late] so uh, hallo, anyone want cookies? dc, this prompt was excellent. fun fact: I had the last two lines done basically since this hit my inbox, I just had to figure out how I’d get there. killugon, royalty au, 600 words

It takes almost a week for anyone from the Zoldyck castle to finally track Killua down after he’s kidnapped. Not like it matters really: even if he hadn’t been able to take care of his attackers—which he was, he’s a prince not a weakling—traveling mercenary and accidental freer of princes Gon Freecss has been more than capable. Once he’d cut Killua’s bindings and put a small dagger into his hands, the two of them had cut a swath through the bandit camp. The following week has been…

For Gon, it’s probably been an irregular but otherwise acceptable week of mercenary work—although he hasn’t gotten paid at all, and the gold offered by the Zoldyck butlers is turned down with an awkward laugh. He’s certainly taken Killua being the heir to a small but almost hilariously affluent kingdom with barely a blink.

But for Killua, it has been everything. Because for the first time, someone didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, and only cared about him.

“Will I see you again?” Gon asks, expression tight with unspoken nerves. The idea of never seeing Gon again is utterly inconceivable. The realization that Killua doesn’t want to live in a world without his new friend hits him like a felled tree. It’s been a week. How has Gon turned his world on its head in a week. What would it be like with a month? A year?

“Of course, idiot.” Gotoh, Canary, and Amane are all glaring at him as though channeling Queen Kikyo and Prince Illumi all at once, but he doesn’t care.

Gon doesn’t look like he’s ready to let Killua go. “Then, take this as a promise!” he says, and holds out the same dagger that he’d shoved into Killua’s hands almost a week ago. The worn leather sheath is incongruous with the blue steel of the blade. It had been Gon’s father’s, once, and now it’s Gon’s—from Killua’s experience, he uses it more to slice meat and clean his nails than as any sort of memorabilia.

“Will you take it?” Gon asks again.

Killua grins. “It’s a promise,” he says, and tucks Gon’s dagger—his dagger into his belt.

Gon closes his hand over Killua’s, hot as a brand, and Killua’s heart flops over. He can’t stop smiling, though, not in the face of Gon’s grin. And then he’s gone, back into the forest, and Killua can breathe again.

Gotoh’s glare deepens. “Do you know how furious your brother will be,” he says.

Killua shrugs. “You found me, right? And Gon found me first. So there’s no harm done.” Not if he can convince Gon to visit at the palace soon. Maybe he’ll come for Killua’s birthday? Or a feast day? Or maybe Killua can make something up…

“My prince,” Canary says in a tone that might as well be saying you complete idiot. “You are aware the Freecss family is from Whale Island?”

“Of course. Gon told me all about it. He even invited me to visit his aunt—which I’m going to, first chance I get.” He dares them to challenge this, one of the sparingly few things Killua’s ever wanted for himself.

Gotoh’s expression falls into bemused frustration, making Amane and Canary both cough back laughter. He says, “Then you must also know that for the people on Whale Island, willingly accepting a personal dagger is equivalent to accepting an engagement for marriage?”

Killua chokes.

All I need for the finale

I feel like mona saying why build a dollhouse when you can make the entire town one, was important. I feel like AD has been controlling the game from day one, and blackmailing not just the liars but all of rosewoods citizens. Anyone who did some shady shit was just being an unwilling participant in the game. Monas and Ceces reveals were just their turn, and AD made them lie about being a, I’m assuming. That would explain why Mona made that “don’t they know that’s what we want” speech when she was booked into radley. It would also explain why there were cameras on cece during her reveal, not just for the girls to see but for ad to make sure she’s completing her turn and not cheating-telling the truth. This thought also could explain why there have been an insane amount of red herrings who all seem to be 100% guilty of being a, only for the girls to do a bunch of shit only to learn they have nothing to do with A. Anytime the liars get close to figuring something of importance, AD could just be like Alright cool Spenc and Emily are going to those stables that Jessica and Bethany used to go to I don’t want them to find anything pointing back to me, I’m gonna tell Melissa it’s her turn, and have her lock them in the stables and put her old riding hat on the wall so they’ll jump to suspicions about her and stop looking around.

I dont really care about motive because im not really expecting to be pleased with the WHY, just because marlene king sucks, but if she could just make it so that there’s only ever been one true big bAd I would actually be pleased with the entire show as a whole, because throughout the season’s I’ve always hated that people just kept having the game stolen/started by a new person. It just always seemed weird that more than one person would be so interested in the same 5 girls, that they stalked and tortured them. And the motives were always just like friend jealousy basically, WHICH IS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON.

Also I feel like Arias whole 7b arc is to show us the way A actually works, like how she destroyed the nursery, usually I would have assumed that only the destruction and stealing and what not is done by As hands, but her arc has made me feel like AD never gets out of that lounge chair unless it’s to make more weird vodka tonic martini whatever’s, and just watches everything and sends all of the worker bees to do anything A needs/wants

For Me (alt. end)

Original End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/(semi-)Fluff

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 3465

Originally posted by shishikookie

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you.

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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