i am 19 years old and this is how i spend my free time

✨ H.A.T.E  ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”



“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 


B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland@scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

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Uno, Ouriashev prove to be winning combination

Japanese prodigy has sought out coach last two years for jump expertise

Posted 8/22/17 by Philip Hersh, special to icenetwork

Since bringing Alex Ouriashev into his corner, Shoma Uno has become a masterful jumper – and a true contender for the Olympic gold medal. -Philip Hersh

It was a perfect mid-August morning, sunny and dry with a temperature in the low 80s. On such a summer day, most people would do anything to get outdoors.

That is where field hockey player Itsuki Uno, 15, and his father, Hiroki, were going to be. They were headed for the golf course, just as they had almost every day during the Uno family’s three-week stay in the Chicago suburbs.

Itsuki’s older brother, Shoma, 19, would not be in the golfing party.“I don’t particularly like being outdoors,” Uno said through an interpreter, with a sly grin that needed no translation.

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The Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag!(Calum Edition)

1. Where and when did we first meet?

“We meet at your concert” I say first “on like a Christmas show, three years ago”

“Yeah, it’s a interesting story actually” he says getting in place to tell the story “you were wearing a Christmas suit, like an actual Christmas sweater and Christmas tights, and I was like ‘shoutout to the only girl who is reflecting the real Christmas spirit”

“Hell yeah” I chuckle “and then we talked for the first time at the venue, it  was so late, like 3 am”

“Yeah, it was fun though” he comments “and I was shocked when you told me you are a voice actress”

I laugh “you say that all the time” I pinch his cheek “you’re cute”

2. Where was our first date?

“To be honest, I don’t remember”

I say being surprised of myself.

“You don’t?” He says surprised too “i do know, we went to watch a movie together at my apartment”

I look at him and the memories come to my mind “oh that’s right!” I smile “yeah it was a nice first date, we watched the origin, remember?”

“Yep” he says “best movie ever”

3. What was your first impression of me?

“To be completely honest, I did not like you at first” I say feeling a bit ashamed “Well, at least not like romantically”  

“It was kind of the same for me” he admits “I thought you were a fun girl, but I wasn’t really thinking on getting involved with you, until like the fifth time we hung out”

4. When did you meet my family?

“When we had our one year anniversary ” I say “we flew to Australia and I met them” I start thinking “I don’t really remember when you met my family”

He nods “I think it was on Christmas”

“Yeah” I agree “our first Christmas”

5. Who said “I love you” first?

“I did” Calum said with a bright smile “on our first Christmas”

“And I cried” I add up making him laugh

“Sometimes she’s just a big baby” he scoffs and I act offended.

“Boy” I start “Listen, this is my channel, I can destroy you here and now” I say on a funny voice getting close to his ear “I’m not a baby”  

6. What dressing do I always wear?

“For you” I start looking at him up and down. “Black jeans every freaking day” I laugh “and boots”  

He nods “it’s weird not to wear them” he says

“And it’s weird to not see you in them” I chuckle “what do I always wear?” I ask him.

He looks at me and his hand goes to his chin “You always wear converse” he says kind of guessing and I nod “and Vans, you love Vans”

“Correct!” I cheer “next question”

7. Weird habit of each other?

“You laugh is weird” I say almost instantly.

He frowns and nudges me “that’s not a habit! Weirdo” he laughs.

“Yes it is!” I fight back “you used to… laugh differently”

“Not true” he denies “and you’re worst habit is talking on weird voices all the time”

I try to argue with this but I can’t  "I like doing it, it’s fun"

“It is” he nods “but admit it, it’s too much”

8. What I often do in my free times?

“You spend a lot of times just playing guitar or whatever instrument is around” I answer “I personally enjoy that a lot”

He smiles and leans to kiss my cheek “thanks baby” he mumbles “I don’t know about you though, you are always doing so much stuff” he says not being sure what to say “so I am going to say that you like read over your old scripts quite often”

“Well, yeah” I shrug “it’s fun to do it, I like it because I practice and remember stuff”

9. How long have we been together?

“2 years” we say at the same time.

10. What was our first road trip?

“Well” I chuckle shrugging at the same time “for starters, I hate road trips”

“Aw” Calum says pinching my cheek “I like them, to be honest” he said “our first one was… to vegas?”

“Yep!” I confirm “For my birthday!”

“It was incredibly wild” he comments with a smile.

“I know!” I say in a weird voice.

11. First thing you noticed about me?

“Again” he starts “as I mentioned already, we first met at my Christmas country and she was dressed… very Christmassy (maybe way too much)” he comments looking up and remembering the moment “so it would be that”

“I looked fantastic” I brag jokingly “I remember the first thing I noticed about you was your blond hair strip, I liked it a lot”

“Really?” He looks at me almost as he didn’t believed me “I mean it was okay, but i don’t know” he shrugs “not for me”

I kiss his cheek and go back to the questions.

12. What pisses you off?

“In general? Or about each other?” I ask confused from reading the question.

“In general, I don’t want to know what pisses you off about me” he says in a fake annoyed tone, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips. Making me laugh.

“Well I know that what always pisses you off is when people asks like inappropriate questions, right?” I say almost guessing

“Hm” he says thinking “not quite but I’ll take it” he says.

“What do you think it pisses me off all the time?” I ask him.

“I think it’s when you’re at the studio” he starts “and the director tells you like too many times that you’re doing awful” he explains “I’ve been there”

“Oh my god” I exclaim, it was so accurate “yes, I always put like a lot of personality in characters and I absolutely hate when they want me to make them sound boring”

“You are a good voice actress babe, don’t worry” he kisses my cheek.

13. What I’m not good at?

“You’re terrible at trivia games” I say laughing “that’s the only thing I could think of, but yeah, you’re so bad at it”

“What do you want? I dropped out of school” he chuckles “and for you I would say it is… drawing?” He guesses.

“Yeah” I nod “I suck at that”

14. What I’m good at?

“Again!” He exclaims for no reason “playing with your voice, it’s your job after all”

“Oh cmon, you picked an easy one” I pout and nudge him “it’s only fair for me to answer that you are good at music in general”

“Wise decision” he smile

15. Favourite feature about each other?

“I love that your cheeks are so squishy and voluptuous” chuckle pinching both of his cheeks on my hands “it’s fun to just play with them”

“Thanks” he mumbles taking my hands off his face “I like your eyes, and your sense of humour” he smiles to me and kisses my hands “that’s for sure my favourite things about you”

16. What do we argue about the most?

“We don’t argue often” he says confident, passing his arm around my shoulders “but if I had to say one, I’d say when we have to cook or wash dishes”

“ugh yes” I say rolling my eyes “we take turns but we mess up the order all the time”

“It’s your turn today” he chuckles looking down at me.

“No it’s not!” I exclaim in a high pinched voice too close to his ear.

17. Do I have any weird obsessions?

“You have a weird obsession with puppies” I say laughing “I don’t know why”

He nods, accepting is “they’re cute so yes”  he smiles “and you… maybe with movies? I don’t know”

“Em, not really” I shrug “to be honest, I don’t even know, so next question”

18. Nicknames for each other?

We both shake our heads no “ I don’t have a nickname for you” I say first “i can’t really think of one”

“Me neither, I just stick with sweet names and stuff” he says nodding “next question, please”

19. What is my favorite restaurant?

“Basic one” he says raising his eyebrows “McDonald’s”

“Hell yeah” I smile “and yours? Hm” I stop thinking “You like Italian restaurants” I say shrugging.

“Is that all your answer?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah” I mimic him.

“You’re right and at the same time, not” he chuckles “but I’ll give you that one”

20. Complete this sentence “You’re my……..”?

“Worst nightmare” I joke leaning my head on his shoulder and rounding my arms around his waist

“Oh wow” he says laughing “how positive”

He chuckles “I’m gonna say..” he mumbles “Netflix and chill partner” he says proud of his answer “because I’m not a mean boyfriend”

One Night

Request: heyy so im basically a nobody but can you do an imgine where y/n is Rick’s little sister and she falls in love with the joker? btw i love your imagines 😍😍😍 - by @dani-leto

|Okay, so I’m soooo freaking sorry for being sooo late. But I’m back, with new ideas and new content!! My Tumblr will change a little. From now on I will write not only about Joker but about Jared Leto and whole 30 Seconds to Mars. BUT this blog will be based on Joker, while my Wattpad (@Emu_ki) will be based on Jared..  So feel free to go check my stories there.! Love you dolls!! Let me know what you think about this one ;)|

“Why you are so late??!” A loud man voice reached you from the living room just after you entered the house.

It was 2 am. You came back after a party. You took off your black high heels and checked pretty messy (h/c) hair. “Maybe I didn’t need to come back home huh!?” You replied getting pretty pissed off.

You were already 19 years old and still everybody acts like you are ‘the little girl’. “You MUST to get home!” The voice replied getting closer to you. Rick showed up. “But let’s be realistic, my little kid is sleeping and this kind of time is heaven for me and June and with your night life it can be ruined…” he said while leaning next to the wall. He was chewing a Pb&J sandwich. “Then why aren’t you sleeping too?” You narrowed your eyes and walked to your room.

Right after graduation you asked Rick for a place to live. He was your older brother. You weren’t sure about his answer.. He had wonderful family life with June and it was too much to ask, but you had to. For your surprise he agreed and now you had your own room in his house.

Yeah, life with a small kid wasn’t easy, but you had to help. For some time at least.. You loved to go out with friends, it was your addiction. You always had so much fun, the night vibes always pull your mood up, drinking and smoking got you relaxing, but it wasn’t very often just because it wasn’t the right way to spend your money. Every night there were new places, new faces.

Last nigh wasn’t an exception. You and couple of your other girl friends went to one of the ‘greatest’ club of all. And that was a huge mistake, after 1hr you had to leave that place, just because that place sucked at giving the great atmosphare. Well at least you had an opportunity to meet a guy. Rick would be go insane if he would know that you danced with The King of crime…

You lay down onto your bed with your clothes and smiled. You still could sense his aroma. You closed your eyes and once again you saw that wonderful man, a real gentleman. His green hair, pale skin, red lips, silver smile.

That night he gently approached you by the bar. He gently placed his hand around your waist after taking a shot of alchohol with you. He face structure and deep eyes just took over you. There was no big chit chats going, he just offered to dance together, you accepted not only from a fear about being dead, but from the curiosity of being so close to such infamous criminal. Your body was touching his  while you both took over the dance stage. Your friends were looking at you with fear but non of them were brave enough to free you from is grip.

After a dance he kissed your cheek super soft “We’ll meet again baby doll” he whispered before leaving. And now you are blushing as hell in your bed. You closed your eyes and it took only a few seconds to fall asleep.

Next morning you woke up when the sunlight touched your face. You sat on your bed and yawned while looking around the room. You quickly dressed up and opened your room’s  door and almost bumped into a Rick. “Good morning” He laughed at your sleepy face expression. “You got a single letter.” Your eyes got wider both of you knew, nobody sends you any kind of letters. “Morning morning” you quickly took your letter and without ceremonies opened the envelope. Rick was interested too but as soon as you saw the first word you quickly closed the bedroom’s door and sat on the carpet.

Morning, doll face…  I forgot to ask your name. 

Indeed… You are that military boy’s lil sis, huh?? This ain’t that fun, darling..

Now, let’s keep it in secret bunny, I will see you very soon…

Everything is planed, I know you want is as much as I do…”


Your jaw dropped, so many questions were in your head it started to hurt  little. “Very soon?” You whispered and looked at your window. What have you done, one single dance probably changed your whole life. Maybe he is faking it? No, it’s a lame joke for the Joker. Then you read it once again.. MINE. You read bolder letters.. His.. No, it wasn’t a joke. You took a deep breath and threw that envelope to a garbage bin and went downstairs. You ignored  Rick’s questions and nagging about a secret lover. You just continued to live a normal life, somehow..

- 1 week later -

One week without secret envelopes, messages or something different. Just before you leaving the house for some shopping with friends June stopped you. “Y/N?.. Look, I found it this morning in front of your bedroom door.” June held a purple rose. She said bedroom door?! No, how? “Bedroom?!” You repeated and took that rose from your hands. June fixed her glassed  “Maybe you dropped it somehow before bed time?” You tried to come up with logic reason, but sadly no ideas came up, so you continued with June’s idea. “Ah yeah, probably, thank you” You smiled and left the house. A rose, INSIDE?..  You head was spinning, he was inside.. It has to be Joker’s, obviously it’s his…

- 2 weeks later -

Another week without any mysterious gifts or letters. It was a Friday evening. You were sitting on your bed reading some sort of book about psychology. Every single type of different psychopathy made you more and more interested. You looked at the phone it was already 1am. You put the book on the night stand and got under the blanket. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

After some time a loud scream woke you up. For a second you thought it was just in your dream. But a woman screamed once again and her scream was followed with gun shots. You quickly stood up and slowly opened your bedroom door. You slightly peaked out and looked down the hallway.

Rick was holding his gun, pointing to the front door. “Daaaaarling!!! My sweet Y/N…” Voice came from outside “Please tell your sweet military boy to put down the gun!! I just missed my kitten” You recognised the voice after a long and loud laugh. It was Joker. At this point you felt weak and super confused. 

June looked at you “H-how does he know your name!?!” She was shocked but not as much as you were. Joker knocked at the door couple of times “excuse me.. but is it safe now??” He asked while giggling. “Sweetie, should I use my guns?!” He continued shouting from outside.

“N-no, he will kill you!” You walked out of the bedroom talking to June and Rick. You were coming closer to door when Rick grabbed your hand “Hell no you are NOT going to see him!” He shouted while gripping your hand harshly. “June, go get the baby and hide!” He commanded and looked directly into your e/c eyes. “I’m not letting you go with that psycho” he said loudly.

Then there was a knock once again “Sweet sweet Y/N, I will count to ten..” You got scared about the mind in your head seeing bloody Rick or June with a kid in her hands. “He. Will. Fucking. Kill. You” You said seriously. You weren’t sure about what was happening around. Heart was shouting to go and hug that monster while your brains told differently. You shook your head and hugged Rick tightly “I will come back” You whispered and reached the doors.

“I won’t let you go without a fight!” He shouted and he was right. It was stupid for him to let his younger sister simply leave his house in the middle of the night with this unstable serial killer. As soon as you opened the doors he started to shoot at Joker goons without a break. One of the goons shot into his hand and made him drop the gun. After that with a strong hit he knocked Rick down.

“10 seconds boss” a goon said and Joker quickly ran next to you. He moved his hand around your waist. “Let’s go princess” he purred and was about to leave with you. At some point you really wanted to go, have some different life but you knew it was stupid and insane to do this with the Joker himself. You looked at the Rick a little bit scared then looked into those icy blue eyes of Joker and let him lead you to his car. You made a choice by your heart.

Even if it was a mistake, you had to try it out. You followed the Joker and sat next to him. You had no other choice actually, he was probably planing to kill everyone if you were going to reject his offer. And now you are sitting next to the most dangerous man in the whole Gotham only in your pyjamas. His hand was around you. “Welcome darling.” He purred once again making you blush. 

Now you were in the new family. Untraditional family. But it was a new beginning. You looked back at the house. Your eyes got teary a little but Jared made you face him “I hope you liked my purple rose”…

He changed the subject…

He probably will change you too.. 

 "Sorry Rick, I fell for this monster…

katrinapare  asked:

Hey! You asked for story's so here is mine. ( I'm gonna blow up your inbox I'm so sorry I'll number these so it's helpful) 1) When I was about 8 my family went up to Vermont for a family wedding. We had a free day before we had to meet up with family, so my parents decided to spend the day driving around stopping at any place that looked interesting. So we're out driving through mountains when I saw the tower of what looked like a really old mansion, I had never seen anything like it.

2) I was amazed and something in the pit of my stomach told me i had to stop there (I have been able to to some research and I’m 99.999 % sure that the building is called Wilson Castle). So I explained to my parents that we had to stop there. My parents tried to tell me that it could be someone’s house and that we probably shouldn’t stop and bother the family. Man I lost my shit, I was the calmest kid but there was something about this house that just lit a fire in my stomach

3) So my parents reluctantly agreed (I’m assuming it was just so I would shut up). We eventually found the driveway that led up to the house, my parents parked and I jumped out and ran to the front before my parents could even unbuckle their seat belts. Running past the old oak trees, seeing the beautiful brick work that covered the house. There was something about this place that just felt familiar, it was like coming home from a long trip.

4) Now this mansion had been turned into a museum, you could see the rooms decorated how they would have been a century ago or take tours of the home that would tell you about the history of the family who once owned it. My parents and I decided to take the tour, which isn’t something I was very happy about because I felt like I already knew my way around.

5) The Tour Guide was a woman probably in her late 40’s. Now this woman new the Ins and outs of this place but for some reason I did to. Before this woman could even open a door or begin to explain a room I would have already said what it was going to be. I did this correctly with every room in the house.

6) I remember the tour guide walking past a a room and I asked “why did you skip the bedroom, it has a great view of the fountain?” She then opens the door so I could go look out the window to see if I was right, and I was there was the fountain. She quickly ended the tour after that, rushing down stairs to whisper about what happened. My family didn’t stick around long after that, but that was not the last time I would see the house.

7) When my family returned home to Florida (about a weak later) the dreams started. Now these dreams are always of the same woman, except it’s like I am the woman. Even when I was 8 knew it wasn’t me, I was her; walking around, talking to people, sometimes even dancing and laughing. The best way to describe it was like a memory, I was there but not in control of the actions I/her would make. I never see the woman, it is like I’m seeing out of her eyes.

8)Like I can look down at her/my hands run my fingers on her/my clothing (based on the clothes I think it’s the mid 1800’s). I walk around the mansion but it’s like I don’t have control, I interact with people but i don’t feel in control. I’m It’s like someone else is stealing the ship.

9) The dreams/memories were slow at first maybe one every 3 months, but as I’ve gotten older the dreams have become more frequent. I am now 19 and I am lucky if I get one night a month with a normal dream. As the dreams have become more frequent they have also become more violent. I have woken up with bruises on my arms from where she was grabbed by her husband, pine needles in my bed after seeing her running through the woods.

10) I have spent over 10 years of my life watching this woman but lately something is different. There is almost an urgency in her/my actions. Now the dreams/ memories don’t come in any real order but I know something horrible is about to happen to her/me. Like I said the dreams/memories don’t come in a real order I’ve just kinda been trying to put them all together but I’ve had the same dream since I was 8 of her/me running through the woods like her/my life depends on it.

wow this is a lengthy one! the one question i’ve had running in my mind reading your story/experience is.. did you ever tell anyone about this? i feel like i would lose my shit if i were you, and i would’ve definitely told someone (most likely a priest or a psychic) to see what my dreams meant and if they would ever do me harm. 

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ID #11128

Name: Mariette
Age: 22
Country: France

Hey there ! Ok so, hmm.. Where should I start ? I don’t really know how to introduce myself, that seems weird and awkward, as I’m not used to it haha (by it I mean wanting to make international friends online haha).
As you can see I’m a 22 years old girl from France.
So, firstly, I think that this all penpal thing seems like a great way to meet people you wouldn’t meet in another way ! And this place seems like a good one to meet you (yeah, you, who’s reading this !) Getting to know you along with you culture and listen to what you have to say seems interesting and cool and everything. Like having interesting and deep discussions or random chats through to week etc.. I’m open-minded and curious, and of course that would be great if you are too ! And also that you are real and genuine and not a creepy 76 y.o (we are never too careful huh..)
About me: I have a degree in Graphic Design and am an illustrator. So, yeah, I like art and drawing a lot !
Otherwise I’m pretty much a basic humanoïd-being concerning my other interests: watching tv-series, cats, eating, baking, listening to music, spending time with friends, drinking tea, autumn, traveling, reading graphic novels, etc… I like to learn more about various subjects depending on what I’m interested in at the time.
I’m currently learning Norwegian and I love it, so if you’re Norwegian that would be cool, but I’m not looking especially for a language partner here, so anyone from anywhere is welcome to write to me of course ! It will be like traveling (except online haha, well.. but you know what I mean, learning about other cultures etc..)
I guess I’m more of an introvert ? (but people generally don’t notice it I guess, I don’t know) but I don’t really like putting people and myself into boxes, it’s not that important ! If we get along, we get along, and that’s awesome, so I hope we do! I can be pretty talkative, so yeah, please let’s not only have small talks about the weather haha. Instead, let’s share glimpses of our daily lives, and talk about various subjects, yeay !
I’d like to talk by e-mail first (to get to know you), then maybe other social medias and/or Skype ? (even tho that would be very awkward at first I guess haha) And after that if we get along, snailmail would be cool if you want !
So, hmm, if you feel like we could get along from this random rambling here, feel free to contact me and tell me about yourself. I’d be happy to hear from you, dear stranger behind your keyboard ! In the meantime, take care !

Preferences: Well I guess I’d like to talk to people around my age (so like 19-26 ?) and as specified earlier, open minded (but I guess if you are sexist, homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynistic, a compulsive liar and so on,.. well just a not so good human in general (to put it that way), you wouldn’t bother looking for penpals on this website, right ? :) )
(Also please no reblog as I’d like this post to just stay on penship, thanks !)

Shmi Skywalker’s journal [Tatooine Ghost] - part I

Anyone who read Tatooine Ghost by Troy Denning probably remember that Leia got from Beru’s relatives journal that once belonged to Shmi Skywalker. Shmi recorded things about her (and Anakin’s childhood friends) life through the years, in hopes to give it to her son, once he come back to Tatooine, so he would know that Shmi was always thinking about him, believe in him and loved him no matter what. The recording also helped her to stay mentally strong after Anakin’s departure, while she was left in slavery.

I think this journal is pretty interesting source to know, especially since it helped Leia a lot to learn about her family she never knew - or in case of Darth Vader - never wanted to know. This is really touching to see Shmi Skywalker through Leia’s eyes, especially since women from Skywalker family have so rarely a chance to interact. The journal gave Leia an unique chance to “meet” her grandmother, to learn of Shmi’s quiet dignity and unconditional love for son. To learn how Shmi met Cliegg Lars, more about Watto and their relationship and Jinn’s part in freeing Shmi from slavery. For all interested, I copied and pasted below entries from Shmi’s journal (and Leia’s reaction / commentary). This part is focused at the first years after Anakin’s departure:

The question ENTRY? appeared on the display. Leia asked for the first one, and a time stamp appeared in the lower corner. There was a place for a date stamp opposite, but a message read "Calendar file corrupted.” A moment later, a dark-eyed woman appeared on the screen. She had a small upturned nose and brown hair pulled back, and she looked a little tired, her face lined by worry and weather. Despite her fatigue, she was still attractive in that hard Tatooine way, with a quiet dignity and serene composure that Leia perceived despite the small display.

No… not perceived, Leia realized. Recognized. It would be difficult to discern such traits in two seconds of viewing a tiny electronic image, yet Leia did know they were qualities possessed by this woman. She felt them much as she had felt Mos Espa growing more familiar, much as she had known when she entered the slave hut where her father might have lived.

The Force again, carrying her into the Skywalkers’ past. “All right. Who are you?” Leia leaned forward, studying the image more closely. “Luke’s Aunt Beru?”

The mystery woman remained in the display, her brow furrowing as she concentrated on something. Her lips began to move, but no sound came. Leia adjusted the volume to maximum… then nearly dropped the journal when a warm female voice suddenly blared from the little speaker.


… this thing still is not recording.

A gravelly voice, not as loud, said, “What are you doing, woman? told you to clean my shop. Memory chips, you clean at home.”

The woman’s image was replaced by a bald blue head with large selfish eyes, a hoselike proboscis of a nose, and a huge mouth containing a handful of chunky tusks. In the background fluttered a pair of wings, moving so fast they were a blur.

“Where did you get this?” the being demanded. “Is it yours?”

“I bought it with my memory-chip earnings,” the woman said. “I thought-”

“Maybe I should sell it for disobeying me, eh?” The image in the display whirled as the being turned the journal over. “But it’s not worth much, I think. Back to work, or I will.”

The display went blank-the end of the first entry.[….] Leia looked down to find the journal flashing ENTRY TWO? She told it to continue, and the woman’s face appeared in the display, smiling.


You might enjoy something to remember Watto by, so I left that as entry one. He’s not so bad, as masters go, and I do believe there are times when he truly misses your mischief.

Annie, this diary is for you. I know you’ll be gone a long time, and that you’ll be very lonely at times. So will I. This diary is so that when you come home someday, you’ll know you were always in my heart. But your destiny lies in the stars. You will achieve great things in the galaxy, Anakin. I have known that from the moment you were born. So you must never believe you were mistaken to leave Tatooine. Wherever you go, you carry my love with you. Always remember that.

The journal nearly slipped from Leia’s hands. “Annie” and “Anakin” had to be Anakin Skywalker, who had once been Watto’s slave. The woman was his mother… and Leia’s grandmother.

Leia paused, taking a breath, then asked for the next entry. Her grandmother’s face appeared in the display and began to speak to her.


Watto came back from a trip to Mos Eisley today with bad news. He told me that Qui-Gon Jinn had been killed in a battle on a world called Naboo. No one knows whether he had a boy with him, but I’m terrified, Annie. Do I still have a reason to keep this diary?

Watto keeps saying that I should never have let you go, that you would have been better off staying his slave on Tatooine. I can’t allow myself to believe that… Qui-Gon promised me he would take care of you, that he would train you as a Jedi, so I must trust that you are still all right. But who is watching after you? Who will train you now?

Annie, I’m so worried.

The entries for the next few months ran in much the same vein-though many had been destroyed by the data skips Silya had mentioned. Anakin’s mother put up a brave front, recounting day-to-day events as a matter of faith that her son had survived and would one day hear them. But she also continued to search for news of his fate. One spacer reported hearing that there had been a boy at the battle, another a wild tale about the boy actually striking the critical blow.

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Vampires and five year olds

For @atraxi0703 and @imaginationisagift who asked for a sneak peek of this story during sneak peek night, I was going to make this a one shot but planning it out I realized it would be a very long one shot so I’ve decided to turn this into either 2 or 3 chapters.


Bonnie Bennett is tired of vampires ruining her life and her having to save everyone. She also can’t believe her friend Caroline is dating Klaus Mikaelson the original hybrid. She looks in her grimoire and finds a spell that will send someone to another dimension she wants to send Klaus and free everyone. Bonnie chants in Latin and casts the spell or so she thought.


Mikaelson mansion 2:30am Klaus bedroom:
Klaus rolls over in his bed and puts his arm over his girlfriends waist to pull her in to his chest when he feels nothing. This alarms him he awakes up and in the dark he can make out a small figure in his bed where his beautiful girlfriend Caroline is supposed to be he turns on the light on his night stand and looks over and sees a five year old with blonde hair in his bed in Caroline’s pajamas. He does the only think his sleep addled brain can think he goes to see his older brother Elijah.


Elijah’s bedroom 2:30am:
Elijah wakes up and is thirsty. He feels his girlfriend Katerina has fallen asleep on his chest he goes to move her and can sense that she feels lighter. Her turns on the light and instead of his five hundred year old girlfriend there is a small five year old with brown curly hair in Katherine’s clothes. He doesn’t know what to do but he leaves to go see if his brother Niklaus has any answers.

Klaus is walking down the hallway when he sees Elijah “ We have a problem.”

“ Caroline is five too.”

Klaus doesn’t know what is happening last night he went to bed and Caroline was 19. “ You mean Katerina is also five.”

Elijah nods and both Elijah and Klaus have the same thought in there head “ Rebekah.”

They both go to their little sisters room and peak inside and there is a five year old Rebekah curled up asleep next to her boyfriend Stefan Salvatore. Klaus shuts the door quietly and turns around to his big brother “ What is going on?”

“ I do not know this could be one of our enemy’s using our weaknesses against us but that doesn’t explain why Rebekah is five if they wanted to use our significant others they would of turned Stefan not Rebekah.”

Klaus loves Caroline and he finally has everything he has ever wanted his family together and happy, and Caroline. “ I am going to kill that witch.”

Elijah puts his hand on his brothers shoulder to stop him from storming out of the house and going on a witch hunt. “ Niklaus it’s the middle of the night go back to bed and we will figure this out in the morning there is nothing we can do right now plus this could be any witch you can’t go sloughing every witch you see.”

Klaus and Elijah go back to their bedrooms and get in bed and both Caroline and Katherine snuggle in to their sides they both kiss their five year old girlfriends head and fall back asleep.


Klaus bedroom later that morning:
Caroline wakes up and looks over at the sleeping man next to her. Caroline knows her name and knows she loves this man she knows his name is Nik. She pokes him in the side “ Nik get up.”

“ My love go back to bed its early.”

Since Caroline decided to be with him and moved in with him he loves just laying in bed with her and doesn’t like leaving the bed in the morning until at least 10. Caroline looks over at the clock and is having trouble reading the clock.She starts crying.

Klaus opens his eyes he hates to see Caroline sad and he especially hates to see her cry. He sits up and pulls her into his lap and rubs her back he realizes that he wasn’t dreaming last night that his girlfriend is actually five years old “ It’s ok sweetheart how about we go down stairs and I will make you breakfast.”

Caroline looks up and Klaus wipes her tears “ Can I pancakes?”

“ Of course my love.”

Caroline stands up on the bed the pajamas she was wearing a tank top and shorts are falling down and Caroline is trying to keep on. Klaus looks over at her and goes to his closet and gets out one of his Henley’s and goes over to Caroline and puts it on her the other clothes she had on are now at the bottom of his bed. He picks her up and Caroline snuggles in to his arms.


Elijah’s bedroom:
Six months ago when Caroline had convinced Klaus to give Katherine her freedom. She moved in to the mansion two days later to be with him. He has become a little more relaxed and he has even been sleeping in a little.

He turns over to her side of the bed and realizes that what happened last night was not a dream there is a five year old Katerina in his bed. He knows Katherine doesn’t like to be woken up but he has to figure out what is going. “ Katerina time to wake up.”

Katherine is snuggled into the blankets “ It’s early lijah.”

Elijah smiles she still remembers him. “ Katerina I will make you breakfast and then we can spend the day together.”

Katherine loves Elijah opens her eyes. She moves over to Elijah and stands up and her pajamas a silk nightgown falls off her. Elijah goes over to his closet and gets one of his dress shirts and puts Katherine in it and picks her up. Katherine snuggles in to his arms and closes her eyes and Elijah carries her to the kitchen.


Elijah walks in with Katherine to see Klaus making pancakes and Caroline is wearing one of his Henley’s and trying to help. He sits down at the table with Katherine. “ Good morning Niklaus, Caroline.”

Klaus looks up from pouring batter “ Morning Elijah I see Katerina is asleep giving us a break from her voice.”

Elijah glances down and sees that Katherine has fallen back to sleep in his arms. Klaus turns to Caroline and tells her to put some plates on the table and some syrup.


Rebekah’s bedroom:
Stefan wakes up and it still amazes him the year he has had. Elena broke up with him and choose Damon, he reunited with Rebekah and realized he never really stopped loving her from when they knew each other in the twenties. Caroline stopped fighting her feelings for Klaus. He and Caroline graduated high school and they both moved into the Mikaelson mansion. Plus Katherine lives with them and Caroline, Katherine, and Rebekah have become friends.

He looks over at his girlfriend expecting to find his thousand year old original girlfriend but instead finds a blonde five year old in Rebekah’s clothes. He starts freaking out if the other originals find out that their baby sister has turned into a five year old they will kill him. Rebekah turns over and looks up and sees Stefan and smiles “ Hi Stefan.”

Stefan is speechless and a little scared. “ Rebekah come here.”


Stefan carries Rebekah down the stairs and puts her down outside the kitchen and whispers in her ear to stay here Rebekah nods thinking their playing a game.

Stefan enters the kitchen and sees Elijah holding a small sleeping Katherine. Klaus putting pancakes on a plate and handing the plate to a small Caroline. Klaus following Caroline looks over at Stefan “ Don’t just stand there ripper come sit and eat.”

Stefan scratches his head “ Elijah, Klaus something is wrong with Rebekah?”

“ Rebekah is also five we know.”

Stefan is very confused. Rebekah pokes her head in “ Psst Stefan can I come in yet.”

Stefan looks at little Rebekah and nods and Rebekah runs in, in one of his tee shirts. She stops in the middle of the kitchen “ Nik, Elijah.”

Klaus bends down and gives Rebekah a hug “ Good morning bekah.”

Elijah wakes up Katherine again and puts her in the chair next to him and bends down and gives his sister a hug “ Good morning Rebekah.”


They are halfway through breakfast when Kol comes into the kitchen and sees his siblings, Stefan and three five year olds" You didn’t wake me for breakfast and what did you do raid a orphanage?“

Rebekah looks over at her older brother ” Kol.“

She jumps out of her chair and runs over to Kol. Who looks down at the blonde five year old in front of him and then looks at his brothers then back at the blonde again and can sees that she looks like his sister. “Rebekah.”

Rebekah smiles up at him and Kol bends down and gives his sister a hug and then looks at the the other two five year olds at the table. “ If this is Rebekah then I’m guessing that’s Caroline and that’s Katerina.”

“We will talk later in private.”

Kol is eating and he keeps hearing something he doesn’t normally hear in a house full of vampires. “ Do you hear that it sounds like a beating heart.”

The vampires look around and look at Katherine, Rebekah and Caroline. Klaus leans closer to them because he has the best hearing being a hybrid and gets next to Caroline and hears her heart beating he turns around “ Their human.”


The boarding house:
When Damon woke up that morning and saw his girlfriend Elena five years old the first phone call he made was to Bonnie who didn’t answer. He finds Elena in the kitchen looking in the cupboards that she can reach “What are doing?”

Elena turns around “ I’m hungry.”

“ What do you want for breakfast and then we’re going on a little field trip.”

Elena looks excited “ What kind of field trip.”

“ We’re going to visit some people who might help with a problem I’m having.”

Elena goes back to looking in the cupboards “ Sounds boring.”

Damon laughs and bends down “ The place were going is like a castle. Now what do you want for breakfast?”

Elena smiles and gets excited “ Like in a fairytale.”

Damon laughs “ Yes just like in a fairytale what’s your favorite fairytale.”

Elena thinks about it while Damon gets some cereal out of a cupboard and pours it in a bowl “ Sleeping beauty.”

“ Well this place is like Beauty and the beast see there was this big bad wolf that lived in the house with his siblings then the wolf meets beauty and she changed him and he went from a wolf to a human and they fell in love.”

“ Did they live happily ever after?”

Damon putting Elena’s bowl in the sink “ Yes now you wait here while I get dressed.”

Elena nods and is excited to see the beauty and the beast castle.


Mikaelson mansion:
Kol took the five year olds to show them how to play his Wii. While Elijah, Klaus and Stefan talked. Damon pulls up to the Mikaelson mansion and Elena looks at the mansion. “Wow”

Damon picks Elena up and rings the doorbell. Stefan goes to answer the door and sees his brother with a little Elena in his arms. “ Come in. ”

Damon follows Stefan to the kitchen Elijah and Klaus look at Elena in Damon’s arms Elena whispers to Damon “Which one is the big bad wolf?”

Everyone heard Elena and everyone looks at Damon. “Tell you later.”

Elijah speaks up” The others are in the Kol’s game room.“

” Others?“


Stefan fills his older brother in as they all walk in to Kol’s game room. They see that Kol is watching them play a racing game. ” Kol this is a terrible game for them to play two of them are going to get their feelings hurt when they don’t win.“

Kol turns around to face his brothers ” Relax Elijah they are all on the same team.“

He sees Damon holding Elena ” Didn’t think you were that much of an idiot to bring her here this should be fun.“

Damon puts Elena down and Elena runs over to Caroline ” Hi Care.“

Caroline and Elena’s friendship has dissolved because Elena and Bonnie could not accept Caroline dating Klaus and moving in with the originals. ” Hi.“

Caroline turns back to playing Elena looks at the others and sees Rebekah and Katherine ” Why are you here Katherine.“

They’re five but still hate each other, that hate will never go away no matter what age they are. Katherine turns around and faces her doppelgänger ” I live here why are you here?“

“Damon had a problem.”

Elena goes over to Damon “ Can we go I don’t like it here.”

“ We can’t leave until I get some answers why don’t you go play with the others.”

“ I don’t want to I hate Katherine and their being mean.”

Elijah looks over at his younger brother “ Kol do you have anything Elena can play?”

Kol looks around and finds a game boy. After he got undaggered Rebekah and Elijah took him and Finn to get new clothes and things from this century he discovered that he loves electronic toys he got a Wii, a game boy, a iPhone and a PS3. “ Here she can play my game boy.”

Damon looks at the original “ Why do you have a game boy?”

Kol looks up at his least favorite Salvatore “ It was before I found the Wii and I couldn’t figure out how something so small could hold so many games.”

Elena sits on the couch and plays Kol’s game boy while Caroline, Rebekah and Katherine play his Wii.


Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Damon and Stefan walk into the kitchen “ What is going on last night Elena was above legal drinking age now I will be lucky if I can even take her to the grill.”

“ We don’t know all we know is last night we went to bed with our women being women and woke up this morning and they were five year olds.”

“ We know it happened before 2:30 this morning and after midnight.”

“ Before you got here Klaus figured out that the girls are human.”

“ Just call that annoying witch and get her to fix whatever this is I’m guessing because she is the only witch in town she’s the one who cast the spell.”

Damon looking over at Kol “ Why would Bonnie do this to Elena and Caroline?”

Kol looks over at the eldest Salvatore “ Easy she hates our family and Caroline is apart of our family.”

Damon glares at the youngest male mikaelson “ That doesn’t explain Elena, Bonnie would never hurt her and I tried calling her she isn’t answering her phone.”

Klaus gets a wicked smirk on his face “ Maybe you just didn’t ask right, Kol you know how your always saying your bored.”

Kol can’t believe Klaus is suggesting what he things he’s suggesting “ Yes.”

“ Time for a little witch hunt.”

Damon knows Elena would not stand for this “ You can’t hurt Bonnie, Elena and Caroline would never forgive you.”

“ I don’t care what Elena thinks and Caroline has grown apart from Bonnie and Elena because of her relationship with me.”

“ Why did Elena call Niklaus the big bad wolf?”

Damon looks down while everyone looks at him “ The only way to get Elena over here was to tell her your house was like the castle in beauty and the beast your the beast and Caroline is your beauty she asked if you lived happily ever after and I told her you did.”

Kol starts laughing. Klaus growls “ Great we have four five year olds they all don’t like Elena and Elena and Katherine don’t get along and now Elena thinks I’m the beast in beauty and the beast.”

The only reason the Mikaelsons knew what beauty and the beast is when Rebekah was undaggered the second time she made all her brothers watch all these movies with her and one of the movies was beauty and the beast it was part of Rebekah’s Disney week.

Elijah taking charge “ Kol you find miss Bennett while the rest of us watch over our girlfriends.”

Kol doesn’t like this plan he can’t stand Bonnie she always gives him aneurysms.

Equinox (Hoseok x Reader) Pt. 1

Synopsis: What happens when you decide to befriend the boy who lived under the window of your loft? What happens when it turns out to be far more of a bad thing than a good thing or like he likes to call it, “A charity case”? 

(A.N.: This is written in first person which is your pov, I hope you guys like it! Also, this fic was written with POC in mind, mostly Hispanic, but I did put in that the OC is Mexican but feel free to disregard this or change it to your ethnicity :) 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

There was always a boy outside my apartment complex. A boy that was homeless. Everyone knew who he was. The residences by of the apartments would call him Freak. Freak was actually a man who was around the age of 20 or 23.

I was 20. I had grown up in a life of luxury and wealth. I never knew what hunger was nor thirst. I never knew about not being spoiled. I didn’t ever know what rocks or dirt were nor had I ever seen that. So when I became pregnant at 19, close to my 20th birthday, my parents had decided to send me to our old apartment unit in London. Right next door to the castle. My parents were neither mad or glad about my pregnancy.

They just never cared.

It was I that wanted to live away from the luxury. I wanted my child to see what I couldn’t see. And this is where Freak comes in. From outside my window I could see the beauty in London. But if I looked down, I saw Freak digging through trash cans. The tenants would talk about him as if he were not even human.

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You Make Me Crazier

AN: Y/N is BTS’ interning doctor. Technically part of staff for a while. Jungkook doesn’t get to talk to many people his age, so can’t help but be curious about the pretty doctor he gets to see when he sprains his ankle and other ‘real injuries’. 

For in house injuries, BTS’ management had hired an interning first year med student to be on call in case any member required small scale injury support. A supervising doctor was nearby, so they could consult if they feared a complication would arise. 

For a 19 year old who had just finished her first term at med school, this was a real challenge. Not only was she interning without direct supervision, but she was going to be taking care of BTS. A band that her friends and her had practiced the dance moves to and sang along to on so many occasions.  

Her first few days were really about orientation, she was told not to hope meeting them unless one of them got injured, which would be an unfortunate meeting. She agreed with her supervising doctor, but inside she was curious about them.

It wasn’t like she should expect constant injuries, so her internship was mostly about understanding minor injuries and studying for her future exams, running test labs and conducting research. 

Soon enough, Y/N had gotten into a routine. Then, she met Jungkook who had sprained his ankle and was carried into see her by his fellow hyungs. She treated him and suggested staying under her observation for a few hours if that made him feel better. He did, and whilst Y/N tried to get to work Jungkook kept asking her questions.

‘What do 19 year olds do?’ He asked. 

Y/N looked up from her chart. 

‘Aren’t you 19? What do you do?’ Y/N asked. 

‘I’m an idol. Half my life is spent performing, the other half sleeping. If I’m lucky I can play games for a while. Sometimes, my hyungs and I will go out to eat after practice. That’s about it.’ He explained. 

Y/N could see he was curious. She felt bad for him. A typical 19 year old’s life wasn’t like his. But, some could say his life was better: it was a life that was doing something so early. It was a talented life. 

‘Well, every 19 year old has a different life. But I see your point. You’re Jungkook the golden maknae. Everyone has their eyes on you. A regular 19 year old isn’t like that. But, I don’t know if you’ll like the sound of it. The 19 year olds I know, including me wake up late, stay out late, drink too much, don’t study enough, kiss too much, spend time on social media too much and are trying to get their life together. You sound like you already have.’ Y/N said. For a moment she questioned if she should be a body doctor or a mind doctor. She felt like a psychologist now. 

‘I would draw. I’d spend all my time drawing if I wasn’t an idol.’ Jungkook said, a shy smile on his lips. 

Y/N hesitated before she asked ‘what would you rather be?’. She knew she stepped into possibly thorny territory. Could she live with any sort of information where Jungkook, golden maknae of BTS said he regrets what so many aspire for?

‘There’s no doubt I prefer doing what I do now. I’d rather having drawing as a hobby than singing. Music is my life, my first love. It’s unconditional’ I guess that doesn’t make much sense though does it?’  Jungkook said. He hadn’t really an idea why he was telling the pretty intern all these things. When he found out she was his age too, he wanted to know more about her. Observing her as she worked, he realised she was like him in some ways. She was quiet, polite and easy to talk to. Well, easy to talk to for him at least. She listened when all other girls screamed.

‘No, it makes perfect sense. It’s like what I do. Medicine makes me want to scream sometimes, but my love for what I may be able to do when I become a real doctor is unconditional.’ Y/N said, slightly getting lost in her own thoughts. This isn’t something she usually thought about. Y/N was a practical girl. She did things instead of thinking about them. 

Jungkook nodded in agreement, shying away. Y/N didn’t think too much of it. She was supposed to be practicing to be a doctor, she wasn’t here to see where talking to Jungkook could lead her. Later that night when she got home though, she couldn’t stop thinking about her first patient. His smile was shy and sweet. His laugh, (she rejoiced at how he had laughed at her doctor joke) was addicting. 

At the same time, across the city at the Bangtan residence, Jungkook was thinking about a pretty Y/N. It was scary for Jungkook, as well as exciting. Before, he had celebrity crushes. Well, they weren’t celebrities for him. The girls he liked who were idols he liked because they were cute, alongside a billion other fans. The pretty intern was someone he actually liked and felt open to talk to. 

He didn’t realise his hyungs were exchanging glances as they noticed at Jungkook’s wide smile. 

‘Did you dream you won a grammy award Jungkook?’ Namjoon asked, trying to figure out why this boy who used his free time to play games was sitting there smiling into thin air like the best thing ever had happened to him.

‘Aish I wish.’ Jungkook said, snapping out. 

‘Was it that intern?!’ J-Hope yelled, smacking Suga’s chest with the back of his hand as he thought he was on to something.

‘Ah, maknae did you do something?!’ Jin questioned, like a mother worried her son had done something inappropriate. 

‘Who do you guys think I am, Rap Monster?!’ Jungkook replied, annoyed his hyungs could think of it like that. 

‘Ya, I’m not perverted enough to do stuff like that so quickly.’ Namjoon tried to defend himself. He knew it wasn’t working. He probably would move onto a girl that quickly, if she was right.

‘So? It has something to do with the pretty intern doesn’t it?’ Suga asked, more as a matter of fact.

‘I don’t even know her name.’ 

‘Is this your issue? Just find out, ask her.’ Taehyung said.

‘She’s technically staff, you know the rules Jungkook’. Namjoon went into leader mode. He hated the rules himself, but he couldn’t do anything about it. The rules didn’t ban relationships with staff, but they did ban fraternising with staff for not BTS’ sake- but for the staff. 

J-Hope felt sorry for the golden maknae. He was a kid, who finally liked a girl enough to get to know her. At 19, he should be able to have some of the experiences the rest of them had. 

‘Find your way.’ J-Hope said. 

‘What?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘To see her. We’ll keep shut, right guys?’ The rest of the team nodded in agreement. 

‘Aish, my other ankle hurts!’ Jungkook yelled. 

Another way had been found, visits to the pretty intern’s office were going to become a regular thing for Jungkook. He smiled in delight. 

The next morning, and the morning after that, and the evening after that followed by a couple of other visits- Y/N was convinced Jungkook wasn’t coming to see her for ankle pains, headaches or whatever else he had managed to come up with. Their relationship had started to develop, they were friends who ended up laughing together at goofy jokes, eating lunch sometimes if Jungkook planned his visits well and recently, there had been what Y/N didn’t want to think of- but knew, was flirting. No one had any clue how much the golden maknae could do when it came to making her speechless. 

If anything, it was clear was coming to see her for a reason. 

She was going to confront him. 

Before he could enter the room once more again, Y/N stood there trying to come up with a stern expression. She was failing. One smile from Jungkook and it was like she was either breathless or hypnotised. 

‘Let me guess, headache today?’ She asked, trying to remain professional but it seemed to disappear around her only patient. 

Jungkook looked dumbstruck. Y/N was on to him. 

‘Aish, my back hurts.’ 

Y/N slipped. She grinned at him.

‘Back? I don;t know if I should be the one dealing with that. It can be pretty serious. Maybe I should transfer you-’.

‘i mean back head! The back of my head hurts. Here.’ Jungkook patted his head.

‘If you want to take me out on a date Jungkook, all you have to do is ask.’ Y/N said, putting a stray lock of hair behind her ears. 

Inside Jungkook was freaking out. He could do this. He could do this. Hell, he wanted to be as confident as the beautiful girl in front of him. 

‘Do you like pizza?’ Jungkook cockily asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. 

This was why he was the golden maknae, he took challenges with stride. Outside Jungkook looked confident, leaning against the door, arms crossed and cocky grin plastered on his face. Inside he was nervous. This would be the first time he offered to take a girl out. Girls usually just threw himself, and normally he sat on a date or two with nothing to talk about apart from the girl talking about how amazing he was.

‘What time?’ Y/N asked. She thought two could play at this game. 

‘Today. After I finish. You don’t go home till 12 right?’ Jungkook asked. He had given away another detail accidentally, which was that he sometimes stayed later at the studio to make sure someone was there to pick up Y/N. 

‘Don’t ask how I know that.’ Jungkook said shyly, looking down at his shoes. 

‘I’ll go out with you, if you tell me how you know what time I go home and anything else I don’t know tonight.’ Y/N said, offering her condition.

Jungkook breathed a fake annoyed sigh. Y/N was reminded of the time a youtube video went viral when he announced out he hated being called ‘oppa’. 

‘Deal.’ Jungkook smiled. 

‘I’ll see you tonight, Jeon Jungkook.’ Y/N winked. 

Jungkook felt elated. He’d have to see Y/N about his combusting heart soon enough. 

 That night, sat side by side over pizza and cola in the dance practice room (Y/N teased Jungkook how he’d end up diabetic from how much he drank), Jungkook learnt more about a girl who he was starting to really, really like. For once, he felt free. He felt like a 19 year old. He liked seeing Y/N in jeans and a t-shirt, hair down and being the cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. They were both mature for their ages, but it felt good for Jungkook to be carefree for once. He found out another detail about Y/N too: she was caring. She asked about his injuries, not as a doctor, but as someone who really cared. The night ended with Jungkook tired, and laying his head down on Y/N’s lap to rest. She smoothed out the contours of his face and eyebrows, and ran her fingers through his hair. 

‘I could fall asleep on you.’ Jungkook said, willing himself to keep his eyes open.

Y/N simply smiled what Jungkook was about to label her cute signature smile. It was shy for now. Jungkook could picture it becoming more seductive. 

WIth a certain stir at the thought, he willed himself to get up. 

‘I should take you home.’ Jungkook said. 

‘We’ll see each other tomorrow, right?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘If you find too many injuries Jungkook, I’m obliged to let someone know.’ Y/N said, allowing Jungkook to realise that she knew he was faking most of his falls.

‘Hmm. That’s a problem.’ Jungkook said, annoyed at all these rules. 

He took a step closer to Y/N. 

‘We have to find other ways to meet. Someone has to deal with my injuries though, right?’ Jungkook smiled as he whispered in her ear. 

Y/N felt her body tense. 

‘Same, place, same time?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘I’ll bring something for us. You can’t survive on junkfood.’ Y/N said, planning to cook something for Jungkook to eat. He had told her about missing home cooked food, and if anything- Y/N was known for her cooking. It was basically a science.

‘Aish, don’t spoil me women.’ Jungkook said, but he secretly liked it. He was falling for this caring, smart, pretty intern. More fast and scarily than he thought.

He walked her to a cab station before leaving himself, a spring in his step: a feeling of promise in his head and heart, something he hadn’t felt since BTS made their debut. 

AN: Jungkook is one of the most difficult people to write about! I think it’s because no one really knows what his personality is. He’s changed since debut, because puberty does that to you. I don’t want to make him seem like this innocent, always worried type because current Jungkook doesn’t seem to reflect that. I think he’s much more confident than we think, competitive, possessive and optimistic is probably who Jungkook is now. He’s so young, so his adult personality is only just coming into being.  

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Horror/spooky Halloween AU prompts
  • Disclaimer: Well ahead of the spooky season to give you time to write them. As requested, I bring you the Halloween prompts. Some are horror material, some are just cute innocent Halloween stuff. All are free for grabs, just let me know if you write them so I can enjoy them :)
  • 1: We are at a Halloween party and our costumes match, and now people are shipping us, what the hell?
  • 2: We went to your family’s old mansion and the more time we spend here, the more you act weirdly, also the place is really creepy, I don’t like this at all.
  • 3: I’m a writer and I went to grab my coffee in the coffeeshop and now I’m freaking out because you are the main character of my horror novel, I’m either going crazy or you’ve just come alive, what the actual fuck.
  • 4: We are writers working on a novel about a serial killer, now there’s been murders around the town that are spot on like the murders in our book, one of us has to be doing that and now we’re suspecting each other, because how could it be possible if not?
  • 5: I took my kids trick-or-treating, we rang your doorbell and you answered and my kids really scared you, oh my god, are you all right?
  • 6: We are at the store looking for the perfect pumpkin, we both set our eyes on the same one and it’s gonna be war.
  • 7: We are neighbors and we compete in decorating our houses and yards for Halloween every year, now this year is my year, I’m going big, you’ll see.
  • 8: We compete in scaring each other on Halloween, you won last time but this year I’m going to scare the shit out of you, you’ll see.
  • 9: It’s Halloween soon and I want to go as a witch, I’d like your black cat to be a part of my costume but you don’t want to hear anything about it, let me convince you.
  • 10: We are both vampires and Halloween is the only time we can party in the open because we’re inconspicuous, and it’s like our ultimate date night.
  • 11: We are spending the night with friends and there’s a killing monster in the house, you’re the one who’s seen all the horror movies so you know what to do, you’ll get us out alive, I’m sticking with you, okay?
  • 12: I bought this house and found your diary, it’s some scary stuff and… oh my god, from what I’m reading, you’re… still in the house somewhere?
  • 13: You are the creepy guy staring up at my bedroom window every day at the same hour at night and I haven’t had the courage to investigate why, until tonight.
  • 14: I’m at the cinema watching a horror movie based on real facts, you’re sitting next to me and you keep mumbling “It didn’t happen this way!”, like, it’s really disturbing, are you just a nerd or…
  • 15: Someone’s attacked me last night on my way home, you keep fretting over me but I’m pretty sure I scratched the attacker right where you have a fresh scratch, I don’t know what to think.
  • 16: You always get so many trick-or-treaters while nobody ever comes to my door, I want to know your secret, no, I’m not jealous, okay, maybe it makes me a bit sad, is all.
  • 17: I planned a murder on Halloween night to make it inconspicuous, but I’ve come across you in your ridiculous costume and you won’t leave me alone, you’re so annoying, I got people to kill here, would you just go away?
  • 18: I work at the emergency room, it’s Halloween night and you just came in, like who in the world sticks their head inside a pumpkin and can’t get it out?
  • 19: I work at the emergency room, it’s Halloween night and you just came in because you ate so much candy, geez, you are an adult, who does that at your age?
  • 20: You’re the exchange student and you don’t celebrate Halloween in your country, so I wanted to show you what it’s about but now I’ve lost you in the middle of the town that’s all crazy and costumed and oh my god.
  • 21: I’ve just moved into this town and started school, and man, the school is the creepiest place on earth, everyone acts so weirdly, you are the guy that sits next to me and you act like it’s perfectly normal, like… you do realize this is the way schools used to be some 100 years ago, right?
  • 22: I drank some unlabeled bottle in the fridge, because whatever was in it tasted really good, but now you’ve come home and found out and you’re freaking out, oh my god, am I going to die?
fics masterlist

so i am bored and decided to make a masterlist of my fics and as a bonus, i’ll be adding sneak peaks to my 2 upcoming jikook fics. i mentioned one a while ago, and the sneak peak was already released, but i haven’t mentioned anything about the 2nd upcoming fic so you guys will be the first to see it :)

There’s Nothing Like Us / jikook / 3k / completed / ao3

jungkook’s still mourning over it. he’s still dwelling over it; trying to think back on whatever he could have done to make jimin walk away from him. he tried to think on whatever he could have said for jimin to reject his proposal.

I Didn’t Come To Your Bed To Pray / jikook / 471 words / completed / ao3

‘you’re sinful, hyung.’ 'i didn’t come to your bed to pray, kookie. i came to sin.’ based off of the prompts; things you said at 1am, things you said too quietly, and things you said after you kissed me while also being loosely inspired by jikook’s 'adult ceremony’ performance.

You’re My Home / jikook / 1k / completed / ao3

'I miss it all. I miss it so much, my chest could combust if I even think about it…but then again, I don’t miss it.’ requested by anon off of tumblr based off of the prompt 'things you said when you thought i was asleep’

I’ll Never Let You Go / jikook / 5k / completed / ao3

Jimin’s normally more confident than this. He’s normally a bit more cocky and a hell of a lot more sassy.

But, right now, oh no, he’s far from being any of those.

Especially with the male in front of him looking at him with a knowing, amused glint in his eye and a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The male who happened to be Jimin’s last night stand 2 days ago.

And the son of the CEO of a company that Jimin’s currently being interviewed for.

Well, if Jimin wasn’t going to hell right now, he sure as hell booked a one-way ticket by now.

crushes, badboys, and frienemies? / jikook / 30k / completed / ao3

Jimin’s got a not-so-secretive crush. Taehyung’s the definition of worst bff ever. Jungkook’s a Badboy with a capital B.

the eyes of the circassian sea (run away with me) / jikook / 8k / completed / ao3

A young mermaid with the face of a 19 year old but the eyes of the Circassian Sea. He had broad shoulders and muscles like he lifted barrels of fish as if they were feathers. His jaw was sharp, nose defined, and a thin upper lip with a plump lower lip but they were still a delicate shade of pink; Jimin was always tempted to kiss his breathe away.But, still, Jimin found himself going back to his holding cell every night with a tray full of food and hearts in his eyes.


the fantasy-au fic where Jimin’s captain captures the beautiful mermaid, Jungkook, and Jimin is 10000000.99% smitten for him.

one shot / on-going / bangdae with jikook, markbum / ao3

It was either kill or be killed; there was no in between. In dark times such as these, gangs littered the streets of Korea like leeches - causing trouble wherever they deemed worthy. B.A.P was at the top of the Most Wanted list. They were the most wanted gang in South Korea whole. Dead or alive, they had a huge prize hanging on top of their heads.

But then, Youngjae disappears and everything turns chaotic. With Yongguk’s most prized friend missing, the group is now set into a vulnerable stand-still. While trying to meet the fee of freeing his friend, Yongguk fails to notice the betrayal lurking just under his nose. When Zelo disappears, Yongguk feels more strings in him snap. Trust and loyalty are tested, hearts are broken, and lives are put on the line. After a rough fight with Daehyun, Yongguk thinks nothing worse could happen. But another member goes missing and Yongguk shatters. Has everything he held close turned into a lie? Who could he possibly trust? Who was the mastermind behind the entire plan? Who is the next victim this time? And will he arrive too late?How far will you go to save the person you love?

Would you risk your own freedom to gain the help you need?


I’m Not Human / jikook / fantasy soulmate au

• Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip as he saw his soul-mate reply written on the inside of his right forearm.

‘I want to see you. I don’t even know your name. Why won’t you tell me your name?’

Jungkook grabbed his Sharpie and began to write a reply.

‘Because it’s best that you just don’t see me. It’s best that you don’t know me.’

It didn’t take 5 seconds for a reply to begin to show up.

‘But we’re soul-mates… :( I told you my name… I don’t care who you are, I just want to see you…’

‘It’s best that you don’t.’

‘…Why not? Why don’t you want me to see you?’

‘Because I’m not human.’


The soul-mate au where Jungkook’s a vampire living off of legends where beings like him (as in the undead) never have soul-mates and Jimin’s a shy university student in Busan wanting nothing but to be loved.

cat & mouse (catch me if you can) / jikook / a/b/o au / smut, maybe

• Jungkook didn’t even reach his pubescent years when his pack sent him off in their usual ritual where soon-to-be alphas spend 2 years in the vast wilderness, alone. It’s common for only 5 out of 30 to return. But he faces his fate with his head held high, tears in his eyes, and a sinking feeling in his chest; he didn’t want to leave him behind. He didn’t want to leave Jimin behind, but he knew he had to.

“Promise me.” Jungkook whispered against Jimin’s lips as he held the trembling boy to him. “Promise me, hyung. Promise me you’ll wait for me.”

“I promise.” Jimin breathed, reaching up to cup Jungkook’s face in his hands as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Just…promise me you’ll come back.”

“…I promise.”

Only when Jungkook does, he doesn’t expect Jimin (now the most sought-after omega in the pack) to play cat and mouse with him.

The Hunger Games - Luke imagine

AN: I just finished reading the hunger games for the 50 millionth time and got inspired. I know that district 4 is considered to be part of the career pack but I’m pretending I don’t know that ;)

Words: 2220
Pairing: Luke x reader (ish)
Warnings: No
Requested: No
Written in: 1st person.

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P&G interview: Path of growth [part 3: A new world, Canada ~ current period]

In 2012, Hanyu left Sendai for Toronto, Canada to train under new coach Brian Orser in a renowned skating club there.  Polishing his skills daily in a new land with skaters from around the world, what kind of changes did he have?–

I went to Canada and the huge change in environment was very stimulating. Choosing Canada was to a large extent due to the presence of Javier Fernandez who is very good at quad jumps. For me, I can perform better when there is tension.  There were many times that I successfully landed jumps for the first time at official practices before competitions, because there were other rivals skating around right in front of me.  There is that same kind of tension here.   Javier is jumping right in front of me.  I will think “that’s really good”, “I can’t lose to that”.  Practising everyday with that kind of tension is a big advantage for me.

The club in Canada has a rink that’s specially for figure skating, and so my practice time on the ice increased.   The contents of practice, from basic skating skills, were reviewed;  content such as the strengthening of physical fitness training and the quality changed.   Also, the coach taught methods of concentration and control of emotions for competitions, which led me to be confident towards the Sochi Olympics.  

Running around the world with Canada as a base, during off season there are also ice shows and such in Japan.  How does he spend precious holiday time?  In 2013, he enrolled in Waseda University;  Hanyu also has the role of a student.  How does he spend time with his family?–

Even though it’s called off season, there are ice shows, interviews and such, there is hardly any real off period.  Even during the on-season, considering the control of the physical condition, it is important to have a balance between practice and rest, and so there are days that I don’t go on the ice.  At those times , I will mainly be studying.  Now I am majoring in information science (or computer science) and it is pretty tough.  I take lessons on the internet, I have to write reports and sometimes there are tests.  Assignments are given every week, and to do them altogether at the end like summer holiday homework is not possible. (laughs)

During the break, mother and I are in Toronto, father and sister are working in Japan, there isn’t much time to be together as a whole family.  Taking a family trip is also rare.   “It would be nice if you could come to Canada during summer holiday,” I have said this to my father and sister but it is not so easily done.  The family can be together only when I go back to Japan for ice shows and I return to my family home.  All of us watching the news on TV together and chatting, playing games with my sister.  These are normal family scenes but because we live apart, I really feel these times are so precious.

In 2014, there was a collision accident at a competition, but he overcame that and in April 2015 at World Team Trophy, he was first in both the short programme and the free skate.  In addition, he landed a quad loop during the exhibition, finishing the season in the best condition.  What kind of goals does he have now?–

If you practise everyday, you will definitely encounter challenges.   For example, my quad loop is not always perfect, it changes according to the jump situation. Not only jumps, but skating and spins too.  There are days that the condition is good, there are also days that it is not as expected;  if today I can’t do this, tomorrow let’s try this way;   face the problem and tackle it each time.   To always look within myself for challenges and to overcome them, that is very important I think.

Yuzuru Hanyu- after moving to Canada til now:

2012– 17 years old.  Moved to Canada.  Won nationals for the first time.
2013– 18 years old.  Enrolled in Waseda.  Won GPF first time.  Won nationals 2nd time.
2014– 19 years old.  Sochi Olympics gold medal.  Won GPF 2nd time.  Won nationals 3rd time.  (t/n. also won World Championship)
2015– 20 years old.  World Team Trophy 1st in SP and LP. 

[translated by me, source: myrepi.com, published on 1 Oct 2015]

For past articles of YUZU DAYS Path of Growth: part 1 and part 2.

Online Friendship ~ Michael Imagine ~

~ Your POV ~

Stranger: Asl

You: 17 f aus, you?

Stranger: 19 m aus

That’s where your friendship with this stranger started, on omgele. You had no idea what his name was, everything he said never made sense. First he would say his job is to travel but at the same time he flied over to America to help his friends out with god knows what. Though, you couldn’t complain because you did the same.

The guy wanted to meet you after a year, now eighteen and he is apparently turning twenty, you had declined. You were searching through your emails to see you have been accepted into a beauty school, you cheered for joy.

Your phone buzzed, you checked to see it was from the stranger you called Matty because that was what he said, he was asking how you were and had to reply with the good news. You told him you started next Friday.

From Matty,
Hey, I am back in Sydney where the school is.
My old school friend Bryana is going there and she is my age.

You were still nervous about meeting him, you knew he had a kind heart but there’s so much you can hide behind a screen. You thought for a moment, if there is a girl name Bryana you would ask her about it and if he actually tells the truth you will go, if not, you will just cancel the plans.

To Matty,
I am not sure if I’d be free, but I’ll confirm it next week.

From Matty
Alright, hey I was wondering if you liked 5 Seconds of Summer,  I got backstage passes and don’t know who to take. It’s actually next Friday.

To Matty
Yeah, that would be so cool, you make it so much more tempting!
Well I have to go, need to cook dinner. Bye xx.


There was a girl at school who was named Bryana and she told you she knew him, though it took her to remember, he was her boyfriend’s friend, though her boyfriend is always out of town so when he is here, he likes to spend time alone with his mates and time alone with her, she didn’t mind.Bryana told you she is going to the Five Seconds of Summer concert too, backstage. 

“Can you wait for me, I’ve actually never met Matty before.” You mumbled.

Bryana smiled and nodded “And heads up, he didn’t want me to tell you this but his name is actually Micahel, you will figure the rest of his name when you see him over there.” Bryana said as she pointed to a guy leaning up against a tree.

There he was in all black, black hair and wearing sunglasses. You understood why he said he was alternative in style, you felt nervous, on the phone you too were the same but appearance is what made you look like complete opposite. Like you liked the punk look but it didn’t suit you, plus you didn’t have much as much punk clothing as you wished. You dug everywhere in your closet for a decent outfit for the concert just incase… But looking at him… You felt like you weren’t going to belong.

“Y/N?” The guy said, he took off his sunglasses taking in on your appearance “I thought you said you didn’t have punk clothes, if you didn’t have much you got it pretty spot on.”

“Yeah.” You laughed “After talking to you I tried it though never fully because of family and it’s just you aren’t Matt but Michael Clifford.” You said as calmly as possible but you didn’t hide you weren’t shocked, because you were “Like it’s not bad, just shocked a guy like you would talk to me.”

Michael laughed “You shouldn’t take it as a shock, it’s more the opposite, a well educated girl like yourself with a family who wouldn’t like me, still talked to me.” Michael said.

You were good with compliments, you never knew how to handle them “Thank you.” You said not knowing what to say “What happens if I said I couldn’t stand the band Five Seconds of Summer?” You said changing the subject.

“It would of have been an interesting outcome, I have no idea but glad not to know.” Michael laughed. There was flashes and you were going to turn “I know it’s soon but just trust me and hop in my car. I don’t want to cause more drama.”

Michael said, he didn’t wait for an answer he grabbed your hand and brought you over to a black jeep, he opened the door for you, you quickly hopped inside and Michael closed the door behind you. Even if Michael’s car had black tinted glass you had to hide from the flashes.

Michael didn’t take look getting the car started and driving off “I’m so sorry, Y/N I know you probably wanted to legit hang out at a café or something, but I have rehearsal in half an hour.” Michael said looking at the time “It was short notice for me but you always refused to me until now, and I just wanted to meet you. If you wanted to I can drive you home.”

You really didn’t want to waste your time you actually wanted to hang out with Michael but didn’t want to be a bother “I-”

“Actually, do you want an exclusive offer, you can come before even the concert?” Michael asked.

You liked that offer “Yeah, I would be grateful.” You replied “Actually can you take me home, I need to get a jacket, I left it at home this morning. It might not be cold now but later it will.”

“Nah, just take one of mine.” Micahel replied, you were going to reply but Michael just turned to you give you a short look before turning back to the road “Plus if you have my jumper you have to see me once again to give it back." 

anonymous asked:

what advice would you give to a beginning rper?

I made a post about this I’m sure but I’m gonna make the post again and tag it in something I will remember this time.

*Coughs* Okay first my qualifications hello my name is Rezi I am 19 years old and I have been roleplaying consistently for 17 of them. I have experience in tabletop, Skype one-on-one, Skype group, LARP, Skype tabletop, blog-based, chat-based (MSPARP) and “pure” script (inferring actions with no **). I have played DnD, Prometheans, VTM, VTR, done Homestuck RP, and OC/OU RP. I’ve done my share of GMing but I’m not nearly as experienced. 

And here’s how to RP. Most of this is how to build characters- because most of being a good RPer is building/characterizing characters well.

This is gonna be some general tips n’ tricks but if you want something more specific please do let me know. If you, individually, want to sharpen your own personal skills as a roleplayer, I do offer tutoring, information on which can be found here

  • Yes, and. If you’ve ever done improv theater you know this rule. ALWAYS say “yes, and” to your partner. If your partner says “why the hell aren’t you wearing pants”, it stops the RP cold to say “but I am…?” (Unless pantlessness is completely OOC and you suspect your partner’s character is joking/high/insane/etc) Just say yes! Classic example: if your partner says holy fuck the house is on fire, saying “no it’s not” is a terrible thing to say. Saying “yes, and I’ll go get the marshmallows” is 1000x better. 
  • Start with a trope and build up. 3D characters do not spring from the Earth fully formed. Start with one basic idea. “Catholic vampire” or “Punk badass girl” or what have you. From there, you can build to “Catholic vampire with a boy’s name who has been having a crisis of faith and has fallen in love with a warlock and justifies her actions with more and more complex mental gymnastics until she has a breakdown and is oops kind of addicted to magical blood and-” or you can build to “Punk badass with albinism who got spontaneous tattoos starting at 10 years old and was bullied and is kind of massively sickly and has an overbearing older sister and killed someone quiet young and is working through that and is actually angry all the time as a defense mechanism and is actually caring and-” You see my point? Starting from a basic, 1D standpoint is so much easier than trying to build someone who is 3D right off the bat. 
  • In that same vein, do first justify later. I’m using my own OC as an example so sue me. Soriah can’t walk on her right leg at all. I didn’t know why when I made that. I just made it. She’s extremely depressed about it- I didn’t know why. Turns out she was a ballerina and a rave dancer and got hit by a truck, losing her one and only passion- dancing. Why is Will named a boy’s name? Why is Elian best friends with a shapeshifting cat who hates just about everyone? Give your characters traits and justify them later. 
  • You are God. Do not feel bad about doing anything with your character. You are their God. Never forget it.
  • Focus on the group, not the individual. When roleplaying, you are one of many. This isn’t Your Story feat Your Character, this is a communal story that you are all telling together. Remember that, and pull back the throttle if you start to feel like hey, we’re spending a lot of time on my character. Listening to other people grow can be half the fun! Look at other player’s characters and ask what the group needs. Figure out how to be part of a team, in group RP. Figure out how to be part of a big, big universe in more one-on-one stuff. 
  • Engage in role play. In character development. Enjoy being not yourself! If your character and you would make opposite decisions, go for it. Do not fall prey to the trap of giving characters your traits because you are faced with a sudden decision you don’t know how they’d react to. 
  • If it’s not fun, don’t do it. Really, this is a game. Feel free to back out if you’re not having a good time!
  • Get silly. Who fucking cares if it’s ridiculous that the tactless ginger and the catholic vampire swapped bodies? It’s hilarious! And fun! Why not? 
  • NO SUPERPOWERS. I cannot stress this enough. Flaws are crucial you must give your character some. Make them bizarre! Make them mundane! It’ll add so much flavor and depth. Just avoid the other extreme- a character that is only flaws/tragic backstories/etc. Just imagine the Incredibles lady in her chair shrieking “NO SUPERPOWERS! NONE!” Seriously. Have a high-level psionic but BREAK HER LEG. Have a barbarian who can cleave until the cows come home who is so loyal she wont attack without being told to. 

I hope this helped I just tried to condense 17 years of knowledge in one text post gosh ;___; feel free to ask me anything else!!!