i don't like this picture as much with my eyes covered

i. domesticity

I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.

ii. vicinity

Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.

iii. mobilization

I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

iv. unearthliness

My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.

—  this pain lasts in every location

title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  


From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

What the fuck?

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Surprise Gift // Logan Paul

Summary: The main reason of how you meet your fiancé Logan Paul was directly caused by the Why Don’t We boys and so for your first dance as a married couple he surprises you. The boys perform the song that brought you together and he explains how it happened.

Characters: Reader x Logan Paul, Jake Paul, Pam Paul, Greg Paul, Ayla Woodruff, Mark Dohner, and the Why Don’t We boys.

Words: 1920

Disclaimer: I do not own and images, gifs, songs, videos or the characters protrayed in this. Nor have I ever with previous fics.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff and Jake Paul (yes that’s a warning cuz he can be a hella rude ass)

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This could quite frankly be the worse writing I’ve done so far. I love the idea but I’m sad it’s shitty.

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If you had thought you would be marrying a well known YouTuber you would have laughed, you would have been laughing hysterically if you had been told it would be Logan Paul. He was one of the least serious guys you had ever known but at the same time he was the most serious guy. It was a strange piece of information that even after years of dating you couldn’t get used to it.

“Babe? Do you know where my charger is?” Logan yelled from the kitchen.

“You haven’t unpacked from the trip to Ohio so I would say it’s in the bag somewhere.” You called back from the open planner in front of you.

For the last five months you had been pouring yourself into planning the wedding with the help of Pam of course. This weekend however she was spending time with her other son Jake given that he hadn’t been able to make it to Ohio is the last two months.

“Oh thanks!” He called back as he came into the room, “Oh wedding planning.”

“We are not using your purple car as the centre piece. You pushed your luck when you used it as the centre piece at the engagement party.” You said pointing your pencil at your fiancé’s face.

“That was cool! It symbolized the Logang!” He groaned.

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anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Save Me Dumbass

Request- Oh my word I love your writing! Could I request a Stiles imagine where the reader and him go on like a cute date but then the reader gets kidnapped and is just really sarcastic with her captures and Stiles and Scott try and save the reader in the most unconventional and hilarious ways possible. P.S. I love your writing.

Author’s Note- First of all, thank you love. This request was a really cute concept, so warning it is pretty long. I hope you enjoy x

You ran out to Stiles’ jeep on your driveway. “Hey beautiful” he beamed as you opened the door and sat down. “Hey handsome” you returned, clipping in your seatbelt. “So what did you chose for date night?” you asked, as he took the jeep off park. “A drive in movie” he smiled. “Good choice” you nod, as he began to drive. When you arrived it was an abnormally busy day there, I guess it was because tickets were half price due to it closing down within the next few months. “What film is showing?” you asked, staring at all the people walking around with popcorn, drinks and snacks. “It’s Taken 2″ Stiles answered, after the lady passed you your tickets. You picked a space and reversed into it. You then both climbed out with all your stuff and set up in the back of the jeep. Stiles had packed blankets, pillows, food and even fairy lights to hang up. “You’re cute” you whispered. “I know” he winked playfully. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You watched the film curled into your boyfriend’s chest, that was until you decided to need the bathroom. “I’ll walk you up there” Stiles offered. “It’s fine, plus when we get back people would have taken all of your cute stuff” you said climbing out. “I don’t care about my fairy lights, I care about you” he pouted, like a puppy. “Well I do, and I promise I’ll be back in five minutes tops” you sounded adamant. “Okay, well be safe” Stiles said hesitantly, not being able to hide his concern. “I will” you smiled sweetly, kissing him and walking off.

You hadn’t even walked four steps when your phone started to blow up with notifications. ‘You okay?’, ‘No guys are looking at you are they?’ ‘Tell them I have a bat and a werewolf best friend’ ‘Y/n you better reply I’m panicking’ . You stood still and turned around. “Stiles you can literally still see me” you shouted. “Just making sure” he called back. You shook your head and laughed, before continuing on your journey. You and Stiles text back and forth the whole way there, because he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. ‘I’m going into the bathroom now, I’ll text you the second I’m out’. ‘Okay baby’. The toilets were packed when you got in there, but once you came out of the stall they were completely empty. You washed your hands and dried them on your clothes, to get out of there as quick as you could. You couldn’t deny that something didn’t quite feel right. You got outside and reached for your phone in your back pocket. You started to text your boyfriend, when you felt like someone was watching you. ‘I’m on my way bac-’ you started to type, before you felt someone grab your shoulder firmly. You instantly turned around to see a hooded and masked figure, you also noticed that there was no longer people walking around, as it was now the climax of the film. “But it’s date night” you whined to yourself, being no stranger to the bad in Beacon Hills. You weren’t exactly terrified, as you’d come face to face with tons of supernatural creatures by now, and a kidnapper was hardly the scariest. Stiles must have seen that you had been ‘typing’ on the chat for a while, so he called you out of concern, which the capturer’s attention was automatically drawn to, giving you enough time to elbow him In the dick and run. You ran to the closest staff car park, which was a lot darker and quieter because no one was around. You ducked behind a car, realising that there was more than one kidnapper looking for you. You turned your phone onto silent and dimmed the brightness, before calling Stiles. “Are you okay, where are you?” he immediately answered. “There are about three masked people looking for me- and I’m in the staff car park” you whispered into your phone. “Okay I’m coming, don’t panic and just stay on the phone to me okay” you could hear the own panic in his voice, yet he tried to remain calm to not worry you. “Okay” you breathed. You looked under the car to see if you could see their feet, as they looked for you, and whatever Stiles was saying became blurred as you couldn’t see any of them. You stood up slowly and turned around, ready to make another run for it. “Oh shit- you scared me” you couldn’t help but add the sarcastic comment at the end, as you came face to face with them all. They covered your mouth with tape and shoved an empty pillow case over your head, before shoving you in the trunk of a car. Just great.

They must have sedated you or something, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the middle of an empty warehouse, on like the sixth floor up. You opened your eyes, seeing you were tied to a chair by your wrists. Shortly after that, you let out a small splutter. “What’s so funny?” one of the people spoke, feeling mocked. “It’s just very cliché” you criticised, with a smirk. “Someone has balls” the one that grabbed you said (the first capturer). “Clearly bigger than yours” you commented with a fake pout, referring to how he groaned like a little bitch earlier. “I like her” the third spoke, which you now knew was female. “Why don’t you take your masks off then, and we can become better acquainted”  you smiled falsely. “No can do I’m afraid, boss’ orders” the second male spoke. “And what would your boss want with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “You know if I was in your position, I’d be a lot nicer and do a lot of begging and less of the sarcastic comments” the first taunted. You stuck your finger up at him, with the little mobility you had and mouthed the words ‘Fuck You’, before looking back to the others for answers. Which caused the two of them to laugh, and for him to storm out like a child, slamming the warehouse door shut. “All we know is that we have to keep you here, until someone of more value comes along” the girl shrugged. Their boss clearly knows about your supernatural friends, and rather your capturers know a lot more than they’re making out, or their boss has genuinely sent them in blind, to see what Scott and the pack are really capable of. “So I’m the bait?” you quickly asked, not wanting to give too much away. “I guess you could say that” he spoke. The next few hours were torture, simply because you were that fucking bored. They didn’t ask questions, no interrogation, hell you were even waiting for a physical altercation to have something to do. The only fun you had, came from bullying the first capturer, who had stormed off a total of ten times because you were so mean to him. The worst part was that you couldn’t even try to save yourself with the training Allison had given you, because literally all they did was sit and watch your every move all day. You could blink and one of them would jump up, gun at the ready. Luckily the first capturer didn’t have a gun, like the other two, because you certainly wouldn’t have left unharmed.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles were having a lot more of a ‘productive’ day than yourself. I say ‘productive’ as they weren’t really getting anywhere, but the pair of them were really trying. Bless them. They didn’t want to involve the rest of the pack or Stiles’ dad yet, until they at least knew more information. Which of course they didn’t have, because the people that took you were clearly a new threat to the pack- and partially because they were acting like nervous wrecks. Stiles had stripped his murder board and replaced it with your case. In other words all he had done was place a picture of you an him together, with a string attaching it to a terrible drawing of three stick people. Scott on the other hand, was sitting on the bed searching the bestiary for answers. Which of course, would have been no help what so ever. “There’s nothing about a kidnapping creature that hunts in threes” Scott finally concluded, shutting it. “So maybe they’re not even supernatural?” Stiles suggested. They looked at each other intensely for a second, before both brushing it off and saying “Nahh” in unison. In the pair of their minds, anything surrounding the crime in Beacon Hills was supernatural based. “I could try and track her by scent” Scott suddenly remembered he was a werewolf. “You don’t have to” Stiles suddenly remembered. He grabbed his phone off his desk and waved it at Scott. “You’re going to call her?” Scott asked, confused. “No, I’m going to track her phone” he corrected, as if Scott should have known. “You have a tracking device on her phone Stiles?” he asked, judging his best friend’s overprotective and concerning behaviour. “I have a tracking device in all of your phones- Scott we all agreed to it months ago” Stiles stated. “Oh yeah” he nod his head, recalling the pack meeting on it. “To the jeep” Stiles shouted, very hyperactively. “Never say that again” Scott commented, trailing behind him.

“My boyfriend will find me” you said smugly, fishing for conversations to cure your boredom more than anything. “Good luck with that” one of them retort. “He will” you couldn’t help but have the last word. “Do you still have that tape?” the first capturer spoke again. “And he’s going to destroy you” you carried on. “Your boyfriend wont do shit” he said, getting into your face. “Well I certainly will” you bit back. He hovered confused above you for a second, that was before you forcefully kicked him in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground in pain this time. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, and the other two couldn’t help but laugh. He then stood up angrily (Still holding his balls) and grabbed the gun out of the girl’s hand. “No don't” the other male shouted, stepping in front of you. “If you kill her now, without getting whoever the fuck we’re supposed to be luring here, we wont get paid” he spoke In a low voice, which you managed to just about hear. “Yeah you cant kill me, I’m the bait” you smiled both sarcastically and smugly. He reluctantly gave the gun to the second capturer, who then passed it back to the girl. ‘You’re screwed’ you mouthed, so only the first capturer could see, after realising that they didn’t know anything about your supernatural friends. He clenched his fists and breathed, you were relying on Scott and Stiles because you knew that motherfucker wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

“The signal ends here” Scott pointed out, staring at the locater on Stiles’ phone. He then pulled up into the empty car park and the two of them hopped out, slamming the doors shut. The sound of that echoed into the windows of the warehouse, alerting them of the arrival. “We’ve got company” the girl said, as her and the second capturer made their way to glance out the window. You squinted your eyes shut for a moment, out of their stupidity. When you opened your eyes, the first capturer was standing there with a cocky expression, he mouthed the words ‘show time’ to you, before joining the others to look out the window- and grabbing the girl’s gun once again. Meanwhile Scott and Stiles stood by the jeep oblivious, they picked up your smashed phone from the floor. “Maybe she’s in there” Scott suggested, as they looked at the large warehouse. “Nahh” they both said in unison once again. “That’s what they want us to think” Stiles said wisely, as they both went to get back into the jeep. All of a sudden, one gun shot was let off. “Stiles!” you screamed, not being able to see what was happening. You then began to pull against your restraints desperately. “Omg” Stiles said in shock, as Scott pulled out the bullet from his own arm. He turned to look up at the window, his eyes glowing bright red. “What The Fuck” the second capturer said in disbelief. “GET THE FUCKING DOOR” the first kidnapper shouted, while continuing to shoot at the pair of them from the window. The other two then ran and stood facing the door, the girl stood defenceless behind the second guy. The first capturer quickly joined them, after Scott had managed to make it to the building effortlessly. You had managed to cut one of your restraints, and were now tugging at the much tighter second one, when the door burst open. You couldn’t look, all you heard was the sound of gunshots, growling, and bodies flying around the room. You then turned to see Scott standing, looking down at the three of them on the floor. You breathed in relief, and then your eyes widened when you couldn’t see your stupid, wreckless, irrational, smart, loving, sweet boyfriend. That was until he stumbled into the room a few seconds later, completely out of breath, “Sorry, he got up all of those stairs a lot quicker than me” he spoke slowly between breaths. You looked at him and shook your head, “Save me dumbass” you interrupted. He then came over and untied your other restraint, before helping you up. “You found me” you then smiled at him sweetly. “Because I love you” he replied, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I helped” Scott interrupted jokingly. You and Stiles pulled away and smiled at each other adoringly. “And come here you” you turned around and pulled Scott into a hug. That’s when you saw the first capturer half standing up, attempting to raise his gun to shoot Scott. Stiles must have clocked on because before you knew it, Stiles had made his way over to him. “Where are you going?” he asked, punching him in the face, knocking him back over. Which low-key turned you on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Stiles? “Who sent you?” Scott asked, as you also made your way over to him. He simply let out a laugh through his bloody mouth, and spat on he ground to show his lack of respect. “Asshole!” you muttered, punching him in the mouth, knocking him out cold. Which low-key turned Stiles on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Y/n?

The three of you climbed into the jeep. “Thanks again dad” Stiles said out of his window. “I’ll take them in for questioning, I’ll help you guys write up your police statements later, with alterations I assume” The Sherriff nodded, relating to the supernatural parts the three of you will need to edit out. “Thanks” the three of you said In unison, as Stiles started the jeep. “So is that all they said, their boss is after one of us?” Scott asked, as you began to drive away. “Yeah, that’s all” you said in agreement, after telling them both all that had happened. “Looks like we’ll need to do some research, and call for a pack meeting” Scott suggested. “Tomorrow then” Stiles said. “Why not tonight?” Scott asked. “Because me and my girlfriend here, have a date night we need to compensate for” Stiles grinned, causing you to smile. “Oh I see-” Scott laughed. It had been one of the weirdest days of your life, and one you were surely never going to forget, you were glad to have such great friends and a perfect boyfriend to stay with you. No matter how completely and utterly stupid they can be, you wouldn’t change them for the world.

Sorry its long I know, and sorry if the request didn’t turn out as funny as you would have wanted, but I sort of ran away with the plot x

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four word prompt: please don't hate me

i was already working on this and then pictures of harry and a baby showed up today so i figured it was only appropriate to post dad harry today.

She crawls across the floor to Harry where he sits on the couch, little hands grabbing his trousers so she can pull herself up. When her tiny head pops above his knees and she sees him smiling down at her she squeals in delight, causing herself to fall back on her butt.
“Oh no,” Harry laughs, leaning over his knees so he can see her, “You alright, angel?”
She smiles up at him, rocking back and forth on her bottom. Harry checks his phone quickly and seeing what time it is, stands to go make her a bottle. “I’ll be right back, angel.” Avoiding telling her just what he was doing because she could pick up on words like “bottle” now and would probably start screaming. “Stay right here.” He lifts her and then puts her in the playpen, kissing the top of her head before heading to the kitchen.
He hated the formula, thought it smelt awful, but the doctor had insisted we switch over when he noticed she wasn’t gaining enough weight on your breast milk. It had absolutely crushed you and Harry remembered spending the whole night holding you and assuring you that you weren’t a failure and that it was out of your control.

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Cuddles | J.A

Prompt: #33 - “You are strangely comfortable.”

Requested: Yesss

Warnings: May cause severe Jack feels? It’s also kind of short but I think it’s cute anyway.

 Many people thought that living in LA made your relationship with Jack easier, but that wasn’t always the case. Even when the boys weren’t on tour they still travelled around a lot and if they weren’t travelling it was meetings, interviews, songwriting, recording or rehearsing. 

Currently, the boys were at the studio and you were chilling around the WDW house which was something you did a lot these days. You lived in a pretty good apartment complex but you preferred being around your boyfriend and his friends, who had become like brothers to you too. Jack loved coming back home to see you after a hectic day, even when he was beyond exhausted. 

You’d watched pretty much all there was to watch on Netflix and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open, so you decided to head up to Jack and Daniel’s room. It took everything in you not to fall asleep, especially when you’d made it your personal mission earlier that day to find the baggiest hoodie your boyfriend owned. You loved being able to smell his scent wherever you went

That was until your phone pinged with the notification you’d been waiting for all night.

10:30 pm 

Jack: hey you. we’re heading home now are you still at the house?

Y/N: yes, can we cuddle?

Jack: duh. 

The boy you’d fallen in love with eventually strolled into his bedroom, with a tired smile plastered across his face at the sight of you. His curls looked messy and were all over the place but he still managed to look perfect. 

“Hey baby.” Jack yawned and all but threw himself onto the bed next to you. 

 “No Daniel?” You always felt bad for invading their room, but you loved cuddling with your boyfriend too much. 

“Nah, he’s watching TV downstairs. It’s just you and me.” Jack laughed as he got under the covers with you, leaning his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He stared up at you for a while, admiring your beauty even though you didn’t have a single drop of makeup on your face. You used to feel insecure without it, but being with Jack changed that because he made you feel safe and loved.

“You are strangely comfortable.” He sighed contently. 

“Strangely?” You couldn’t help but erupt into a fit of giggles. 

“Okay, fine. You’re a really good pillow and I want to stay here for the rest of my life.” Jack poked at your cheek with his finger. He thought you had the cutest giggle in the world and he loved when you did it because of him.

“So are you like, my personal koala now?” You sassed him, something you both did a lot unsurprisingly.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you and snuggled even further into you, as if you would disappear from his grasp if he didn’t. 

“Yes.” His voice suddenly became deep and raspy, despite his voice already being pretty deep normally. It happened when he was tired and you knew that.

You started to play with his hair, moving it out of his face when it fell as Jack traced lazy patterns on your side until you both fell asleep peacefully in each others arms. 

There were definitely pictures of you and Jack all over the internet when Daniel came into the room later that night, because the sight was just too cute not to be photographed. 



A/N: I haven’t proofread this but I really needed more Jack fluff in my life so here we are.

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i know you probably don't do y/n but will you please please please please write a Diana reader one for me for my birthday???? I just need angst with the reader being bruce's sister and dating diana

Alright, here it is…my first shot at this style of writing.

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You’re his little sister, but you’re also his burden. You always have been. He doesn’t say it, but you can see it on his stoic face everytime you meet for awkward brunches or meetings to discuss what’s next for the company. He doesn’t want to be you around, so you stay away. You leave Gotham behind and you build yourself a life far away from the darkness of a city that took everything from you.

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WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.

now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.

SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.

Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)

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You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.

You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.

You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)

You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.

Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.

Flashback.

You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.

Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.

“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.

“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.

You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.

“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.

You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.

You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.

“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.

You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.

It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.

He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.

Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.

At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.

“Who are they to you?”

Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.

“They’re my family.”

You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.

When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.

When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.

“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.

You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.

“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.

“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.

You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.

“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.

“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.

“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.

Flashback over

You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.

You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.

“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.

4 months later in midway city

You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.

You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.

You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.

You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.

You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.

Meanwhile in Gotham

“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.

“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.

Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”

They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.

When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.

Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.

“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.

Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.

A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.

“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.

“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.

“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.

“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.

“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.

“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.

“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.

“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.

Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.

After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Arkham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.

“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.

“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.

“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.

They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.

“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.

“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.

“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.

He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.

“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.

They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.

“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.

“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.

“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.

“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
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@Elysianno part 4 COMING SOON

anonymous asked:

An imagine where your childhood best friend/also secretly love of your life Jason tells you his secret about him being a power ranger plus a time where you don't see him much anymore

This was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by togetherwearemore

You frowned, throwing yourself onto your bed with a sigh.

 Looking over at your clock, you locked your eyes on the frame, the picture inside showcasing you and Jason: around 5 years old with wide toothless grins. 

You were both halfway up a rather large tree with curling branches low to the ground and you smiled at the memory.


“Ready or not!” A young Jason spun around, scanning the campsite in front of him. 

Giggling, you placed a hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself. He would never find you up here. 

“I’m gonna find you (Y/N)!” He called and you ducked farther up into the leaves of the tree you had scaled. 

After he had wandered around for quite a while, he finally leaned up against the very tree you were in. 

“Whatever! I give up!” He huffed angrily, throwing his hands in the air. 

You finally let your laughter be heard, and he wrinkled his nose as he glared up into the tree. 

“That’s cheating! You can’t climb up there! Besides, you know that I can’t do that.” He whined and you giggled even more.  

“Aw Jason, it’s'not cheatin. I got up here all by myself. And why couldn’t you come up?” You dangled your legs as he groaned. 

“(Y/N)! I can’t climb trees.” He stated this as if were a well-known fact. 

“Are you scared?” You mocked, “Jason’s a great big scaredy-cat!" 

"I’m no scaredy-cat! Just cause I don’t wanna fall doesn’t mean I’m a chicken!” He stomped his foot and placed his hand on the nearest branch. 

“You aren’t gonna fall,” you insisted, holding out your hand. 

“Do you trust me?” Shaking it slightly Jason gulped, reaching up to pull himself into the tree. 

“You know I do.”


You placed the frame back down, rolling over onto your back. You had always been best friends, you’re parents were great friends and so were you. 

But as you had grown and matured your feelings developed into something more. Maybe you loved him, but you never planned on letting him know that. 

However, recently Jason had been pulling away and you had no idea why. He always canceled last minute, or simply made an excuse why he couldn’t do anything. 

Today had been planned forever- the new movie both of you had been wanting to see for forever just hit theaters. 

Almost predictably, he had called 

A few hours ago, apologizing profusely and repeating something had come up. And like always, you had played it off like it was no big deal.

 Since you couldn’t go to the movies, you decided to go to the hills above the mines. It was always a great place to go to relax and get your mind off things. 

Parking your car, you stuck your keys in the muffler, knowing you’d drop ‘em after climbing around for a perfect spot. Sure, stupid idea around town, but it worked here. 

Plugging in your headphones, you wandered around until you reached the spot overlooking all of angel grove. You settled down and pulled out some homework: chemistry, aka the worst class in existence. 

Nevertheless, you fiddled with your pencil, wondering when on gods earth you were going to need to know Avogradro’s law. 

Your water bottle was next to you, and you turned down to grab it when you noticed something. 

The water… was moving, like it does in the movies. 

Hesitantly, you reached out to grab it, and felt the ground lurch slightly underneath you. 

Only making things worse, a large shadow passed over you, and (lord help you you were that person in the horror movie), you turned around slowly. 

Blinking a few times, your brain took a while to process the sight in front of you: the red rangers T-Rex robot was standing right in front of you. Before you blinked you could have sworn that it was Jason.

You shrieked and stumbled to your feet, it couldn’t be Jason. The ranger had somehow covered his face with his mask again, and before you knew it was standing in front of you. 

“What are you doing up here?” He demanded and you stepped slightly away from him. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Look, I appreciate you saving the world and all, but unless there’s imminent danger I think I’m allowed to be here." 

He crossed his arms and you gulped. Maybe you should speak more carefully.
"It says no trespassing.” He insisted and The voice clicked. 

Testing your theory, you hesitantly reached into your pocket, clicking Jason’s contact. 

A loud buzzing came from the ranger, and he immediately stepped backwards, his mask retreating back to reveal Jason’s shocked face. 

Besides the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Dude… you keep your phone on you?" 

He flushed and laughed slightly. 

"Look, you can’t know! You shouldn’t… oh damn. I’m probably gonna have to tell this to Zordon.”

However, you ignored him and just began to realize the depth of the situation. Jason, your best friend, was the red ranger. 

Stepping forward you shoved him backward harshly. 

“You’re a ranger and you didn’t tell me? What the hell?!" 

He extended his hands in surrender, moving one to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

"How about… you just take a few deep breaths,” he reasoned. 

“I’m perfectly calm… oh my god. When your dad said the Red ranger saved him… that was you! Oh my god Jason you could have died! You could have died and you wouldn’t have known-” you abruptly shut your mouth, your cheeks turning a furious red. 

“Known what, (Y/N)?” He grabbed your shoulders lightly and you gulped, looking up at him. 

“You’re my best friend right? And this totally might screw things up. God this could ruin everything…. but I think I care for you more than a friend?" 

He furrowed his brows, until it finally clicked. 

”(Y/N)… I feel the same way, I really do. But I can’t. I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me. You could be leverage if anyone found out- or they could-“

"Jason, you feel the same?” Your breath hitched and he nodded, tipping his forehead against yours. 

“Of course." 

"Then just… do you trust me?” you reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, the stubble he had yet to shave slightly prickling your hand. 

He took a deep breath and pulled you even closer to him. 

“You know I do.”

That was all you needed to hear, for the next moment you had surged forward, your lips meeting his and suddenly everything fell into perfect place.

“Home”

AN // 2 posts in 1 week? That’s probably a record and I wouldn’t get used to it my loves. Also this is full of cheese i’m sorry but also you’re welcome.

Requested? // Yes

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Based on Home By Michael Bublé

Home

Another summer day has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome but I wanna go home

The story goes on and the birds they chirp and the hearts they beat, the world keeps spinning when he’s without her, but time seems to stop. He’s constantly on the move, from planes to busses to the stage, his days are so full of a million different faces, all with eyes filled with adoration for him, but none of them are hers. These days made up of endless streams of love and scenery taken straight out of a movie scene should be flying by, but there’s this silent longing he has. Bone deep in homesickness, it’s making his days feel like months and it’s like time is taunting his loneliness. You see he’s not lonely for company, he can’t get a minute to himself, he’s lonely for home, he’s lonely for her.

I miss you, you know

She has a soul made from wildflowers and streetlights in her eyes and everything feels out of balance without her around. His world is covered by a sky of melancholy cloud lines and he knows it’s selfish but he hopes it’s cold wherever she is so she wants to be near him even that much more. It’s true what they say, that distance makes the heart grow fonder, because every second that he’s away from her his heart aches just that little bit more. 

I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

He writes her every day, paper love confessions full of little conversations like the ones they’d have at 2am in bed when he’s with her but still stuck on a different timezone and she’s missed his voice where she’d ask how he was in a tired voice and he’d say simply with a half grin on his face ‘I’m fine baby, how are you?’. They’re full of everything he misses, her singing in the shower as he brushes his teeth, cooking together, whispered ‘I love you’s’ before they fall asleep, the little things. He would send them but they don’t feel like enough, like his words don’t mean enough, like they don’t reveal enough. He’d write her a novel if he could just to let her know that he’s thinking of her.

I’m lucky I know, but I wanna go home

Don’t get me wrong he loves his jobs, forever grateful for getting to do what he loves, but there’s this her shaped hole in his chest that becomes more obviously evident the longer he’s away from her. He craves the comfort, the off-white walls decorated with fairy lights and Polaroid pictures held up with string and pegs that show memories that make his heart swell. He longs for the feeling of a different scene, one full of warmth and love. He longs for home.

This was not your dream, but you always believed in me

He knew she couldn’t come with him this time. Knows she has dreams of her own and she refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She wasn’t fulfilled, she had bigger dreams than to watch him live his. He knew that, knew she had to live for herself, knew she couldn’t be with him all the time, but that doesn’t make him any less desirous for her presence. He also knows she believes in him though, he can feel it even when she’s a thousand miles away. There’s always an overwhelming sense of pride in her smile when she watches him shine under the heat and glow of a spot light and it makes him feel safe in his ambitions. Witnessing so much love in one look almost brings him to his knees. She’s the reason he believes in a light at the end of the tunnel because he knows that after it all, the fame and fortune and Riviera views, he gets to go home to that smile that makes it all worth while. 

It’ll all be alright, I’ll be home tonight

His last night of tour is full of mixed drinks and mixed emotions. Never knowing how to feel when the lights dim and the songs have been sung for the last time in a while. It’s a bittersweet end to an era but he can’t wait to be in her arms again, or just even in her presence. Can’t wait to walk through the door and smell that faint smell of vanilla and honey and he knows she’ll be waiting to love every jet-lagged piece of him. The togetherness will feel like everything falling back into place and when he holds her for the first time in forever he’ll think back on all the beautiful places he’s been and how none of them compare to this. To her.

I’m coming back home

(PENNYWISE X FEMALE READER)

Okay! So, I am traveling right now, so I will have a bit of time to write, so I thought, why not try this out? @filthygum gave me some ideas, so here we go!! (Thank you so much!!!)

I don’t blame my mind.

Chapter 1

You were always a quiet, loner girl, and didn’t really have a lot of confidence, so you never really questioned the fact of having no friends, it was fine for you. The time came for you to move, and, you ended up in a small town called ‘Derry’ and started to go to school in the morning, working at noon and passing out at night, soyou could pay for your little apartment close to a street called Neibolt.

The things that you were famous about at school were: you were a talented, but freaky artist, always doodling monsters in your book, in a way that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. And: you were the 'loner girl that no one messes with.’

Because of your aggressive reputation, that you gained when standing up for a boy from your class, that was being bullied by 'The Bowers’ because of his weight. Basically what happened was that you and Henry got into a really bad fight, you got really hurt, but he was way more hurt than you, so technically you won.

Because of that, no one talked to you, scared that they would get punched in the face or sacrificed for demons. But you didn’t care, it was still better than your old school, you just couldn’t forget how disgusting the boys were, and how they would flirt with you and try to touch you, because of fear, you became violent andkept spacing out, never really talking to anyone, unless it was necessary.

No one knew about that fear, and you hoped that it would stay that way. During lunch, no one would go and ask if they could sit with you and no one tried to steal your money, so it wasn’t the worst scenario.

One day, that you didn’t really have to work, you were walking home after class, when you heard some familiar voices whispering and laughing, you looked back, it was the Bowers, you tried to walk faster, when you felt one of them grab your arm, they dragged you into their car and held you still, pushing you out of it on theground and standing around you.

You jumped as fast as you could, getting up and looking around, to try and understand where they brought you to, it was close to a river of some sort. The guy that was standing behind you grabbed you by the hair while Henry held your chin tightly, staring into your eyes, in a menacing way:

“My, my,could it be that our strong, satanist girl is scared?! That’s new…”

You squirmed around, scratching his arm, and said:

“Leave me alone!! I didn’t do anything to you!”

“Oh, you did, freak, trying to defend that tub of lard that you don’t even know, made the whole school think that I’m a pussy. I’m gonna show themwho I really am.”

He laughed in a dark, almost psychotic way.

He grabbed you by the shirt and pushed you into the river, the water was cold, and you felt him and another boy holding your head down. Panic took over you, and you started moving, pulling their feet and squirming your legs until they let go of you.

Once your face met with air, you took a deep, noisy breath, gasping and gagging while staring at them, when they got inside the car. Henry got up and said:

“What a shame, Y/N, you are actually a very pretty girl, but I wouldn’t even try to fuck a weird ass bitch like you.”

He smirked and got into the car. You hissed and screamed asloudly as you could:

“AS IF I WOULD WANT TO FUCK AN ASSHOLE WITH A NEEDLE DICK LIKE YOU, BOWERS!!”

They left, while Henry made a sour face at you, pointing his finger at your face. After they got out of there, you got up and looked around, still a bit dizzy, shaking in terror and because of the ice cold waterthat was covering your body from head to toe, you noticed that you were close to the sewers and that there were a lot of plants around.

You climbed up a small hill and sat over the concrete tunnel, the entrance for the sewers, so you could catch your breath and calm down a bit. You were filled with fear, but slowly relaxing, feelingsafe because you were on your own once again.

You heard something from the tunnel, and quickly crossed your legs, so they wouldn’t be hanging. It slowly started to sound like a familiar song, that you couldn’t really tell where you heard it. A music box playing a slow, almost creepy, circus song.

You started humming along once you recognized the song, and it stayed like that for almost fifteen minutes straight, once the music stopped, you felt a bit curious, but it was getting late, so you decided to just go home.

Crossing the small forest over the hill, you got to the kissing bridge, so you already knew where you were. Your hair was soaking and your clothes were still a bit wet, so you just dragged yourself across the city until you got to Neibolt.

Getting inside your small room, you grabbed some clothes, took a really hot bath and went over to the desk, grabbing your sketchbook, some pencils and erasers.

You started smiling toyourself and humming the music from the music box, so you just decided that you would try to draw a Jack-in-the-box toy, with a sort of creepy, but cute clown coming out of it.

Something that amused you was how you could concentrate in some small things like drawing or writing, but never in work or studies.

You stayed there for almost two hours, until you finished the drawing, it looked just like what you imagined that was happening down there, the water was perfectly shaded, leaving some light on front of the toy, as if it was close to the entrance of the tunnel, while the clown was dangling over, but almost straight, on the right sideof the box.

You never really colored your drawings, but you pictured the little puppet wearing a red, black and white vest, with dark blue hair and red lips, showing a disturbing smile, with crooked, sharp teeth, it’s eyes were soulless, looking straight at you.

Suddenly, you heard a small 'tap’ on the window, it was starting to rain. You pushed your chair towards your window, staring blankly out of it, smiling softly. It was the perfect night for you, quietly by yourself, after a hot bath, in a stormy, windy weather.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Henry saidand did, so you just sat there, questioning yourself: 'Why do I try to protect people that I don’t know and I don’t protect myself?’ 'Is this why no one gets near me?’ 'Are they scared of me?’ 'I guess that if I show that I am insecure, people will think that I’m weak.’ 'Am I really just some weird freak?’

All of these questions enrolled your mind, so you just decided that you wouldn’t care, everyone got bullied anyway, so you weren’t a special case at all. The other people around would get called fat, useless, slut, faggot, trashmouth and things like that, so, by your point of view, being a freak wasn’t all that bad.

Some time passed after you forgot about the bad thoughts and you were still looking at the rain, totally relaxed, as you noticed a light sound coming from the window, as you got up, you noticed that it was the music box once again. You felt your body tensing up and chills covering your skin, but you just breathe it in and thought to yourself: 'It’s just a stupid toy, it can’t hurt me.’ And opened the window slowly.

The toy was sitting right at your window, just standing there, you looked around and a little far was a figure, wearing white and red, you blinked a few times and it got even closer. You just froze when you saw a tall, slim figure of a clown standing on your backyard, looking at you, while the music started to play slower and slower until it stopped and a small clown popped out of it, you couldn’t even breath when you saw that it was just like the one you drew.

You were completely terrified, not able to think straight, you just ran into your house and tried to hide from that thing. He crawled in by your window and slowly walked around, almost like he was feeling your scent.

You couldn’t even move when you were laying on the ground, looking up at a almost seven feet tall clown, looking down at you and mocking you, shaking his arms and legs and laughing.
He was drooling, eyes looking yellow and somehow in different directions.

For some reasons, your fear slowly got drained by your curiosity, and you started looking at all the details. The position of every single hair, his makeup and the color mix used, the folds on his clothing, along with the bells. Your mind got so used to the monsters that you created that, in a situation where you would be risking your life, you wouldn’t even realize. Creatures did not scare you anymore, humans did.

You decided to get up, slowly while backing off, you didn’t mean to look all fierce or anything like that, you were just so amazed by him that you couldn’t help yourself. So you just let out the question:

“W-who are you?”

You said, with your enthusiastic but shaky voice. He was still much taller than you and just tilted his head, looking down at you, as if he didn’t understand what you said. Do you just tried to repeat, slower this time:

“Um… I’m Y/N! Who are you?”

He grinned in a curious way and bowed down, as if he was performing, and answered with a creaky voice, while looking at you:

“Well, Y/N, I am Pennywise, the dancing clown!”

He let out a freaky laugh and stood up. You were completely relaxed now, just curious, still looking at every little thing you could, so at this point he just looked a bit bored, but curious. He decided to look into your fears, but you had nothing specific, you were only scared of certain people, from your old town.

Mean while, your mind took note of everything that was happening and that he was doing. Your eyes followed his every move, and he noticed that. To play around a bit, he waved and giggled. Because of your 'trance’ you looked at his arm waving, as if you were hypnotized, as soon as you noticed that you shook your head quickly and tried to make eye contact with him:

“*Laugh* Well, Y/N, I will see you around. Just passed by to give a gift for moving to Derry~ I hope you like it.”

You looked out the window and before you could even open your mouth, he was gone. You grabbed the music box and closed it, pushing the clown into it, as you were slowly absorbing what happened. You just thought that you could do that tomorrow, you never payed attention to school anyways.

Meanwhile, Pennywise was heading back to the sewers, making himself invisible for humans. He just couldn’t understand, any other person would be terrorized and he would have had a feast, but why were you so natural? Why did that look so normal for you? At that point, he was already questioning if you were even human. So he just decided that he would take some of his time to watch you, he had to find out what scared you, and now that was stuck on his head, no one would change his mind.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 31

Simon

In hindsight, I probably should have expected a trap right away, from the moment I heard the voice. High and light and familiar, and shrill with fear.  Agatha.

           I’m running towards the Wavering Wood before I can take too much time to think about when I’ve last seen Agatha.  If I’d been thinking, I would have remembered seeing her at lunch and in classes, and that she’d only gone back to her room after lunch to grab a book or something, not into the Wood.  But here I am, following her voice, summoning the Sword of Mages as I run.  Because what if?

           “Agatha, where are you?”

           “Simon!”

           “Where are you?”

           “Here!”

           I always thought that monster attacks only happened deep in the Wood, if you stumbled into a lair or something, not that they would seek people out, and not this close to the edge of the Wood.

           But apparently I’m wrong.  

           Because before I’m even four trees into the shadows, something explodes against the back of my head and I drop like a stone.

***

           When I come to I’m face-down in the dirt and something with deft fingers is securing the knots in the ropes around my wrists. I start to thrash and find my ankles bound as well, and I receive another smack in the head, which almost has me losing consciousness again.  I wait for the stars to pass from my vision and go still, even though every part of me wants to kick, fight, escape.  Instead I listen.

           Whatever has its foot on my back (at least I think it’s a foot) is human-shaped, but that is not to say that it is human.  It has long, spindly fingers that seem to shake as they tie.  It breathes loudly and quickly, like it’s in a hurry.  I hear a twig crack to my left, a little way off.  Something else is here.      

           “There you have it, then.”

           The voice is cool and familiar, and my heart sinks like a stone.

           “As you said,” comes another voice, this time from the creature on my back.  It’s gravelly and high like nails on glass.

           “I didn’t lie.”

           “You did.”

           “When?”

           “You said you required no payment,” the higher voice hisses like it’s smiling.

           “I stand by the statement.”

           “Then you’re either lying, or you’re a fool.”

           “A fool how?”

           “A fool to come here.”

           There’s a dull thud, and then the crunch of the leaves as the body hits the forest floor.  I want to turn my head and look, but I can’t reveal that I’m conscious.

           The harsh, loud breathing continues, this time scuttling around to my left, no doubt tying another set of wrists and ankles.

           Something crawls across my hands, maybe a spider, and I shake it off without thinking.

           I can actually feel it when the creature catches me moving.

           “Nighty-night,” it sings in Agatha’s voice before its foot connects with my head and everything goes black.

Baz

I don’t open my eyes right away when I wake up, my head aches too much.  Like there’s a needle from one temple through to the other.

           I feel something shift against my back there’s the stink of sweat and long-dead meat.  The air is cold and damp and for a minute I think I’m in the catacombs.

           Then I remember.

           I open my eyes slowly and to my relief there’s no blinding light to aggravate my headache.  I’m staring at my navel, and I’m in a sitting position, my back against something warm and solid.  Rope stings my wrists and when I lift my head I see it wrapped around my torso and ankles as well.  The ground around me is cold stone and scattered with bones and tiny, sharp rocks. Moisture trickles down the stone walls, patchy with moss and spider webs.

           A cave.  It’s brought me to its cave.

           And not just me.

           Snow shifts against my back again and I have to roll my eyes, even though it burns.  It tied us together.  Figures.

           “Waking up, are we?” comes the goblin’s rasping voice from behind me.  I don’t turn my head to look at it, I already know what it looks like.  Short, pale, gaunt and wide-eyed, with graying brown hair in a mess on the top of its head.  An old-looking suit that’s covered in mud and bits of dried-on… well, let’s just say that goblins aren’t elegant diners.

           “Let us go,” Snow growls at it, and I can picture his defiant glare.  It’s been directed at me more than once.  It’s actually kind of cute, if I weren’t so often on the receiving end, I’d turn to mush inside.  As it is, I can’t help but smile a little.  Stupid, brave Snow.  No wonder he’s the Mage’s Heir.

           “Why in the name of magic would I do that?” the goblin laughs.  “Look at me. Look at you.  You’re not just any old snack, are you?  You’re the Mage’s Heir.”

           “Which is exactly why you should let us go before you get hurt.”

           “You’re not going to kill me.”

           “That so?  Why not?”

           “Because I’m not going to kill you.”

           I can almost feel Snow balk in confusion.

           “Not yet, anyway.  I’ll say it again: you’re the Mage’s Heir,” the goblin goes on, “and do you know what happens to the lucky goblin who kills the Mage’s Heir?”

           Snow doesn’t say it out loud, but he knows.  I know.

           “So why wait until now to attack?” Snow questions.

           “Unfortunately, your little school has some pretty strong magical defenses.  I couldn’t get close enough until someone let me through.  You can thank your little friend for that.”

           I grit my teeth and don’t say anything.

           “Why not just kill us now, then?” Snow spits. “You’ve got us where you want us.”

           “Ah, but who would that convince?” the goblin chuckles.  “Anyone could claim to have killed you, and believe me, many have tried.  No, a simple claim won’t do.  You’re coming with me to the goblin court, where I will kill you, and your meddling friend, in front of many witnesses, and no one will be able to deny that I have killed the Mage’s Heir.”

           “And you’ll become the Goblin King,” Snow finishes.

           “As is my right.”

           “You won’t get away with it.”  I roll my eyes again at the cliché.

           “Spare me the theatrics,” the goblin groans and I hear the flick of a switchblade.  Snow cries out in pain and jerks back, his head hitting mine and my eyes explode again. A scent fills the air, familiar and terrifying.  Blood. His blood.

           It’s a good thing he can’t see me because my fangs pop instantly at the smell.

           Snow yells again and I don’t know what the goblin is doing to him but it’s making my stomach sick.

           “Stop,” I growl.

           Snow gives a gasp of pain and the smell of his blood grows stronger.

           “I said, stop.”  This time I shout.

Simon

The goblin stops, leaving me to pant away the sting of its knife in my shin.  My head is pounding from the many blows in the past half-hour (maybe more, I don’t know how long I was out after the kick) and blood trickles down my cheek to my neck.

           I don’t know if Baz is trembling against my back, or if it’s me doing the trembling.

           The goblin pockets the switchblade and turns its attentions on Baz, kneeling beside him and speaking close to his ear.

           “What’s wrong?” it sneers.  “Don’t like the smell?”  It drags a grimy finger across the cut on my cheek and waves my blood in Baz’s face.  I feel him go tense and still, like he’s holding his breath.

           “I’m surprised at you, boy,” the goblin continues, “weren’t you the one who set all this up?  And now you don’t want me to hurt him?”

           “Just leave him alone,” Baz seethes.

           “Make up your mind,” the goblin tells him.  “Or would you rather I paid you more attention?” There’s a crackle and I turn my head to see the tiny fireball the goblin has conjured in its hand.

           I’m feeling more and more sure that Baz is a vampire by the minute, because even though he’s obviously trying not to react, he shrinks back from the flame automatically.  If so much as a spark hits his skin…

           “Get away from him,” I spit at the creature, “it’s me you want.”

           “And it always has to be about you,” Baz pipes up, sarcastic to the last.

           The goblin stares at me for a long second before extinguishing the fireball in its fist and standing up again.

           “You boys will want to get some rest,” it says, “we’ll be leaving at sundown.”

Baz

Goblins are nocturnal creatures, and this one has been up pretty late in the day, so it doesn’t take long for the wretched thing to fall asleep.  Somehow it doesn’t look as peaceful in its sleep as Snow always does.

           “Alright Baz?” Snow whispers to me.

           “What the fuck are you asking me that for?”

           “Thought I’d try some compassion, since we’re in the same situation, but clearly it’s a waste of my time.  Fuck you.”

           “Likewise.”

           Silence.

           “Snow.”

           “What?”

           “Your move.”

           I feel him whip his head around.  “You have got to be joking.”

           “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

           “This is your idea of a practical joke?” he asks incredulously.  “Selling me out to a goblin?  And where does your own capture play into this brilliant plan?”

           “It doesn’t,” I admit, “I was going to kill it before it could do you any real harm.”    

           “Brilliant.”

           “I thought so.”

           “It’s not even your turn, you twat.”    

           “Thought I’d go for the element of surprise. Besides, you haven’t made your move yet today.”

           “Clearly you haven’t checked your closet yet.”

           My head drops forward and I sigh.  “Great.”

           “Don’t mention it.”

           “Seriously though, you’ve been slacking off.  Where were you on Monday?”

           He doesn’t answer.

           “Snow?”

           “I heard you.”

           “Well, then?”

           A defeated sigh.

           “You know those terrible nightmares you had that night?”

Simon

It takes a second for the penny to drop, but when it does it’s louder than a bomb.

           “Unbelievable.”

           “It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”

           “You cursed me into having nightmares?”  He sounds angry enough to burst into flames, which I’m not convinced he couldn’t actually do if he lost control.

           “It was an accident.”

           “So you just accidentally formulated a curse to attack me in my sleep.”

           “You were only supposed to have minor nightmares,” I insist, “not start yelling in terror.”

           “Sorry,” he snarls, “did I keep you up?”

           “That’s not what I mean.”

           “I cannot fucking believe you.”

           “You took my voice,” I shoot back, unable to keep the childish defensiveness out of my whisper.  “That’s practically unforgiveable.  And now you’ve almost gotten both of us killed, and you didn’t even know that I was responsible for the nightmares.”

           “The moment we’re out of this cave, you are dead.”

           “Shocking.”

           “So if you wanted me to have nightmares, why did you wake me up?  Why not just let me suffer?”

           “Because you were terrified, Baz,” I say like it should be obvious.  “You were crying out for your mum and it was awful.”

           He’s quiet for a second before replying. “What else was I calling out for?”

           Me.

           “Nothing.  You just kept saying ‘no’ a lot.”

           Baz lets out a long, shuddering sigh like everything he dreamt about is rushing back.  They must have been some of the worst nightmares of his life the way he’s reacting.

           I should have held him.  I should have comforted him.  I wanted to comfort him.  But I didn’t.  Because I was too proud.  I was too scared.

           I want to comfort him now, but we’re tied up. That and he’d probably vaporize me if I tried.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What?”

           I take a deep breath.  “It was wrong of me to give you nightmares.  I should have known better, or I should have told you that it was me, I…” I’m almost too afraid to say it in a register that he’ll hear. “I’m sorry, Baz.”

           He’s quiet for a long time.

           “Baz?”

           “Don’t expect me to forgive you.”

           “I don’t.”

           Pause.

           “But thank you.”

           “For?”

           “Apologizing.”

           I breathe a sigh of relief.

Baz

“So,” Simon ventures after a heavy moment, “what now?”

           “We wait for the goblin to kill us.”

           “Yeah, right.”  I can practically hear his eye-roll.  “We need to get out of here.”

           “Any ideas?”

           “One.”

           “Let’s hear it.”

           “We’ll need to work together.”

           Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.  “How inspiring, Snow, I thought you said you had a plan.”

           “Any plan we come up with is going to require teamwork,” he explains in a whisper.  “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re literally tied to each other.”

           “I had noticed, thanks.”

           “So, we’ll have to work together to get out.”

           “You have a sword,” I reason, “can’t you use it to cut us free?”

           “I can’t summon it without spearing you,” he says, “it would appear in my hand, the blade would probably end up in your stomach.”

           Two birds with one stone, my mind supplies darkly, but I push the thought away. “Maybe I could burn through the ropes.”

           “Yeah, and send us both up in flame.  Great idea.”

           “Got anything better?”

           “Where’s your wand?”

           “Back pocket.”

           “Can you reach it?”

           “If I could, we’d already be out of here.”

           “If I can get it to you, could you spell the ropes off?”

           “Any chance to get your hands on my arse, eh Snow?”

           “Fuck off.”

           “Yes, I could spell the ropes off.”

           “Alright, what then?  Sneak out?”

           I cast a glance at the sleeping goblin. “Not until we deal with Goblin King over here.”

           “You have a plan?”

           A grin spreads across my face.  “Oh, I have a plan.”

Simon

Baz insists that I make a noisy show of escaping, to wake the goblin.  Why he would want to do that, I can’t imagine (he hasn’t told me all of the plan, which should probably make me suspicious), but he seems to be getting more excited about whatever he’s going to do by the second.  The smirk I’m so familiar with is glued to his face, but instead of making me feel sick, I’m buzzing like I’ve had too much sugar. Maybe because he’s not directing it at me this time, but sharing it with me.

           I have to wonder why we’ve never teamed up before.  Granted, we’re usually at each other’s throats, but something about this, the working together, the shaky alliance, is making me giddy.  I’m almost giggling as I throw the ropes to the cave floor.

           Baz has already disappeared from view as the goblin wakes up, turning to find me frozen on my way to the cave entrance.

           “Where do you think you’re going?” it sneers.

           “Goblins,” I shake my head, “you really are as stupid as they say.”

           The goblin pulls its blade from its pocket again, but doesn’t respond with any more than a growl.

           “You see,” I go on, “you were smart to take us both.”

           I can’t help but watch Baz as he appears behind the creature, silent as a wraith.

           “But you were a fool,” I grin, “to leave us both alive.”

           A flame appears in Baz’s hand.  In a flash he wraps an arm around the creature’s neck and shoves the fireball into its open mouth.

           Its eyes widen and steam pours out of its ears as the fireball takes the path of least resistance: right down the throat. The human illusion starts to disintegrate and I see flashes of the goblin’s true face, gray and leathery with red eyes and sagging, pointed ears.  It struggles but Baz holds on tight, until the thrashing stops and the goblin droops in his arms, and he drops it, limp and smoking, to the ground.

           He hasn’t looked away from me the entire time.

           I haven’t looked away from him.

Baz

It’s still light outside when we emerge from the cave, but we’re clearly much deeper into the Wood than before.  I don’t recognize anything.

           “Hang on, I’ll climb a tree and get our bearings,” I tell Simon.

           He gives me a quizzical look and unfurls his wings without a word.

           I shrug and take my place at the bottom of a tree.  “I bet I could still beat you.”

           “Come off it.”

           “You haven’t seen me climb a tree.”

           “And you haven’t seen me fly.”

           We stare each other down for a second, tasting this new dynamic.  Still rivalry, but different.  Less hateful, more fun.

           I leap into the tree without warning.

           I can see his eyes widen as he takes in my speed, and he kicks off the ground an instant later, but we reach the halfway point around the same time.  He beats me by seconds, perching at the top like a bird while I scramble to the branch below him.

           “See anything?” I ask, catching my breath.

           He scans for a moment before pointing behind us. “There’s Watford.  Not a bad view from here,” he says as I climb up a branch to meet his level, “we should climb trees more often.”

           I peer the few inches up at him, a strange expression on my face.  “We?”

           Simon meets my gaze suddenly, like he’s realized what he’s said.  “I, um… well, whatever,” he stammers.

           Is his face going red from flying?  Or from…

           I’m not used to looking up to meet his eyes, and he’s not usually framed by the pure white sky and the smell of pine and mountain air.

           I’m not used to him looking at me the way he is now.

Simon

I’m not used to being this close to Baz, or holding his gaze for this long, or letting down my guard with him, or seeing him framed by pine branches and treetops, or wanting to touch his hair…

Baz

There’s a fresh scar on his cheek from the goblin’s blade.

Simon

His hair is black again, and I still want to touch it.

Baz

His lips part slightly, and my heart stops entirely.

Simon

I don’t know what I’m doing.

But I lean in…

Baz

I’m just closing my eyes as the bough breaks beneath me and I fall through the branches.

Simon

He only falls about halfway down, but he hits just about every branch on the way.  I jump from my perch and dive after him, grabbing onto a limb where he stops his descent, groaning.

           “You alright?”

           “Perfect, thanks Snow.”

           We both climb the rest of the way down and head back towards the castle.  We don’t speak, and my head is still spinning with everything that’s just happened, not to mention what’s almost happened.

           “So,” I venture, “who’s turn is it again?”

           Baz shrugs.  “Tomorrow’s the first of April.”

           “I know.”

           We look at each other for a moment.

           “Fair game?” I suggest.

           He nods.  “Fair game.”

           We walk another few minutes in silence.

           “So, you’re not going to kill me for the nightmares then?”

           Baz shoots me a sideways glance, but he’s smiling. A real smile, not a sneer. Genuine.

           “Not today.”

Please Don’t Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

A/N: I do not own the picture

Summary: When Baekhyun shows up at your door in the middle of the night begging you not to leave him, you never imagine the heartbreak you’re in for

You don’t know how long it will take to get over Baekhyun. It has been three days and so far, you only feel worse.

At first, you would get a nauseating feeling that would wash over you every time you would think of Baekhyun and the way he had looked leaving your house. You tried to drown it every time with sleep, but would burst into tears whenever his leftover scent from the night before drifted to your nose. It was poison but, like a drug addict, you couldn’t get enough and made no move wash the scent out. For that first day, you stayed in your room, clinging to the sheets like a child. Despite what Baekhyun had done, despite how he had hurt you, his scent made you feel safe.

On the second day, you had become numb. You had cried everything out to the point where you had no more tears. So you would sit on your bed staring at the ceiling, eyes bloodshot and nose dry and raw from constantly blowing into tissues.

It was Monday and you had work, but despite knowing that your absence could be detrimental for a potential promotion, you just could not bring yourself to get dressed and head out into the real world. You had managed to call your boss early on, who agreed that it was best you stay home, especially with the amount of photographers parked right outside of your work place. Upon hearing that, you had made sure all your blinds were closed. If they had found where you worked, there had been no doubt in your mind that there was paparazzi outside you house.

Other than calls from your boss, you had only accepted ones from your worried family members and your best friend, all of whom you had to beg to leave you alone for now. You’d given the excuse that you just wanted to hide from the media right now and that accepting visitors would fuel people’s curiosity. But really, you just couldn’t deal with the inevitable questions about your broken relationship.

Sehun had tried to call after the whole incident a few more times but you hadn’t picked up. You weren’t sure if he would make excuses for Baekhyun and couldn’t risk it hearing him trying to justify or downtalk his behavior. While you two were friends, he would ultimately have to remain loyal to his member. You could respect that but it didn’t mean that you had to deal with it. He’d left a message asking how you were doing and asked you to give him a call, but you hadn’t sent anything back. Other than him, the other members of EXO hadn’t made a move to contact you. They didn’t owe you anything and really, you had been rather grateful for it. The less people from your ex-boyfriend’s life that bothered you, the better.

You knew that you couldn’t avoid the world forever. You just needed a little more time. The world would be watching you the moment you stepped out the door, eager to see how you looked. You weren’t strong enough yet to bear the weight of their eyes yet.

You had expected to be better the next day. But instead, you wake up on the third day feeling shittier than ever before. Baekhyun’s scent has finally faded from your sheets and you now have nothing to hold on to. You are emptier than ever and you don’t think you’ll ever be full again. It hurts more than you thought it would. You’re not crying anymore and your lungs don’t feel like they’re on fire anymore, you’re just empty. And somehow, it’s worse. You think you prefer when you had been numb. At least then you didn’t have to feel. Now, you feel lonely and sad and scared. Scared because it feels like this will go on for eternity, that you’ll be a shell of your old self for the rest of your life. You miss smiling, you miss being happy.

For hours, the fear dominates your body. You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’re paler than you’ve ever been, your lips are chapped, skin is flaking around your nostrils. You’re miserable.

Suddenly, you feel a hot flash of anger. Your whole life has been ruined because of one person. You allowed someone to have this much control over you. You had given your entire heart to someone with the hope that they would be delicate with it. And now you’re surprised over that hope being crushed? It’s your fault for trusting someone like him. Someone like Baekhyun, a man who lives in a different planet from you. Maybe it would have been different if you had been an idol too. But you’re not. You’re an ordinary girl that thought she could be a part of Byun Baekhyun’s world without getting hurt. Fuck, you had been so foolish.

This is it. This anger is the surge of energy that you have been waiting for. You won’t let yourself be foolish anymore. You’re not going to let Baekhyun affect you like this.

You take a long bath, washing the stress and tiredness from your body. You pick out a nice, clean set clothes and apply some makeup, trying your best to conceal the impact these few days have had on you. You’re going to go out today and try to be normal. You think maybe you’ll visit your best friend and have a nice, normal conversation with another human being.

You actually make an effort with breakfast, seeing as how you’ve only been living off of potato chips and ice cream lately. You put together a nice plate that you devour immediately, your stomach thanking you for a real meal.

You put on your shoes and get your coat from the cabinet and open the door with a small smile, one that immediately falls short when you’re met with an older-looking man standing in front of you, his hand reaching towards the doorbell. You must have opened the door just as he was about to ring. He looks surprised to you see you and clears his throat.

”Miss Y/N, if I could just have a moment of your time-,”but you cut him off immediately.

”I’m sorry, but I’m not taking any questions right now. I’m not comfortable with having an interview.” You try to move past him but he steps in front of you, shaking his head quickly.

“No, no, I’m not a reporter. I’m here on behalf of SM Entertainment to discuss the future actions that will need to be taken to protect yours and Mr. Byun’s reputations.”

You roll your eyes. SM couldn’t care less about your ‘reputation’. Of course they would try to cover up the cheating scandal to protect their idol. You hadn’t expected anything else.

“Let me guess, the company wants me to come out and say that Baekhyun and I broke up before the pictures were taken?” Your voice is so cold and void of emotion that the man flinches and at the very least seems to have the decency to look ashamed.

“Miss, I know you must be going through a lot right now but it is important to consider the implications that come with this ordeal. It will likely follow you both and ruin your careers. The company is already going to issue that Baekhyun’s relationship with you has been over for quite some time and your statement about having had an earlier, amiable breakup with Mr.Byun would put an end to the media threats, ” the man swallows as your face darkens, “Please, if you could just conduct an interview in about a week’s time, the company is willing to offer a large sum of payment.”

An interview? They want you to go on television and lie to paint Baekhyun as an innocent person. Are they fucking serious?

You almost release a sad, bitter laugh “Sorry, I won’t do it.”

This time, when you step out of the house, he doesn’t try to stop you and just lets you go. Your anger has now doubled. If the company had tried to cover it up, does that mean that Baekhyun knows about it? The idea that he is trying to cover his own ass drives you even more crazy.

Suddenly you can’t stop yourself from reaching for your phone and sending him a text.

‘If you thought I would help you cover up what you did, then you never knew me at all. I don’t care how much it hurts you career, I’m not doing an interview and lying about what you did. I don’t want anything to do with you.’

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. You’re about to put your phone inside your coat when his caller id appears on the screen.

You answer without even thinking. You curse yourself over and over again because now you’re holding the phone to your ear and you don’t even know what to say.

“Y/N, hello? Are you there?” he sounds sick and you hate that you that the first thought you have when you hear his voice is if he’s eating and sleeping enough. You hate that you still care.

You didn’t think you’d be hearing his voice so soon, if ever. You’re not ready for this. It still hurts too much.

You keep your mouth shut, not trusting yourself to speak. After a bit, he realizes that you’re still on the line and continues. “Please, you have to know that I would never do that to you, the company is doing this without my say. I can’t control what they release to the media.”

’I would never do this to you.’ You had thought he would never do a lot of things but clearly, you had no idea what he was capable of.

“I now I’ve hurt you, but I never wanted to. God, Y/N, I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m going to be sorry for what I did for my entire life. I deserve everything that comes from this. I deserve your hate and if you want to hurt me back, you can do anything you want. I can take it, I promise. I’ll never forgive myself. I’m so sorry. You know I’m sorry, right? Please answer me.” His voice breaks off into sobs and you can’t understand what he’s saying anymore, everything comes out in unintelligible mumbles.

“Please just let me hear your voice, baby. Say something.”

You fight the urge to comfort him. You want to say something, tell him it’s okay, that you know he regrets it and that you forgive him. The words are all on the tip of your tongue. But you can’t. You would be lying, not just to him but to yourself as well. It’s not okay. You do not forgive him. You can’t comfort him. Not anymore.

You hang up and begin to walk to your friend’s house.

justacatwholovessoda  asked:

Since I'm too stupid using tumblr and I don't even know how to change my name lol. I'm so glad I found your blog. Your art are so beautiful. ☺ Btw, how long did you learn anatomy? (Isuckwithitthohuhu)

hello! asdfjk; thank you so much ;o;;; <3 I have been learning/studying anatomy since grade 6 (so 4 years ago??) when I first started drawing in an anime style. I started looking at myself in the mirror and looking at references. Eventually, you notice some patterns in proportions *0* As time progressed, I started paying more and more attention to anatomy and proportions and trying to draw from my mind only at first before searching up references (if I have to). Below are just a few tips from me on how to anatomy *v* But please keep in mind they’re only my suggestions and my findings and they’re not exact and I’m not a professor ahaha

I couldn’t fit all of my knowledge into this drawing, but here are the general base shapes that I draw when I start drawing *7* Of course, human bodies vary, especially in anime, chibi and cartoon styles (and even in real life). These are just my proportions that I follow personally. Whenever you’re drawing from a reference, I always think it’s more beneficial to break it down into shapes. If you don’t get it right the first time, you’re not the only one ahaha

1) the face

there are different proportions for faces;;; I learned that the eye line generally splits the face in half. It doesn’t look like it, but that’s because your hair covers up some of the parts. The lower your eye line, the cuter the picture is generally (that’s why chibis tend to have really low eye lines or eyes really close to mouths). A pet peeve of mine is when people draw hair stuck to the top of the head;;; hair isn’t glued to your head, so give it some poof <3 If you’re drawing a realistic face, the keystone is really important. It’s also important to remember your eyes are dug into your face, so shading around them a bit to give it some form will make it more realistic. I’m mainly focusing on my default style on this tutorial, but I’ve learned realism face proportions before so that’s just a couple tips for drawing realistic faces *7*

2) hands

I’ve been practicing hands for ages asdfjkl; I used to draw them as mitten hands back in the day;;; there’s a lot of tutorials on hand proportions. This is just a small visual diagram I did for my cousin about hands ahaha //she gave up on me halfway though

//this is really off so forgive me OTL hands can also be exaggerated in a lot of cartoon styles like the one on the right. I sometimes enjoy it too much and I exaggerate hand proportions too much ahaha

3) body stuff

it’s all in the first diagram ahaha I’m not going to go into full detail, but I find it useful to draw the general shape (?) of the spine and what I call the nipple line. The way I draw feet is based on the haikyuu ending and I found it quick and easy to draw while it still resembles a shoe kind of *7*

4) putting it into use!

so now that you generally know a bit about anatomy and proportions, use it when you draw *7* Here’s the process for one of my drawings:

here I did a general rough idea sketch along with the composition. I also used perspective lines here just because I suck at perspectives ahaha;;; I kind of just drew a line from viktor’s head to the vanishing point to determine the height of the other characters. Makkachin and the flamingo floatie are part of the blurry foreground. Drawings with a background, middle ground and foreground tend to look prettier as long as you know where to put the focus (usually the middle ground)

I had a bit of trouble with viktor’s arm, so I took a picture of myself. Usually, I take more pictures of myself but surprisingly, I only needed one from this drawing. When you look at references, divide them into shapes and compare the height and all to something else (in this, I compared the height for the arm to where the top of the head is). Even if my arm has barely any muscle, I can still decipher the shapes and I exaggerated them on viktor (for obvious reasons ;^)))

I then do a more defined sketch with all the proportions and just more detail while doing the line art/sketch at the same time. Unfortunately, I merged the layers so you can’t see the line art :’))) But that’s generally how I anatomy. Sometimes I don’t even draw the detailed proportion lines (like above) because I don’t need to ahaha (like for most of the faces and for makkachin).

Eventually, you get something like that but without colour ^^^

and then add some minor details and you get that^^^

the full speedpaint for that drawing is here if you guys want to watch how I draw the sketch and lineart more clearly *0* there’s also awkward pauses near the beginning because at first I didn’t want to take a picture so I kept getting up to go to the mirror. //don’t waste your time, just take a picture

If a pose is too difficult, ask someone to pose for you ahaha or get one of those mini figures //which I wish I had

Sorry for the massive post! ;o;;; lastly, if you meant that you didn’t know how to change your name to anonymous, here’s one way to do it *7*

hope this helped *v*

So you want to go Rockhunting! (or rockhounding or pebble-picking or whatever. You want your pockets to be heavy and full of treasures and to have sand and grass seeds in your shoes! This is cause for celebration.)

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“Don't Worry Mom, My Boyfriend Isn't Give Me a Homemade Tattoo” Grayson Dolan

“Don’t Worry Mom, My Boyfriends Not Giving Me a Homemade Tattoo” Summary: Y/N gets a homemade tattoo by the lovely Grayson Dolan 

 Warnings: None, talk about needles but that’s really it 

 a/n: I wrote this because my dumb ass got myself a homemade tattoo and I was reminded of the Instagram photo he posted of Ethan giving him one so, here ya go. I feel like this might be kind of a weird plot but.. I mean.. 

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me”, your forehead in your palm and your wrist in his hand.

Grayson smirked slightly and looked up at you through his long eyelashes.  “You are the one who wanted this”.

“Yeah I know”. You breathed heavily and leaned back in the chair that Grayson had instructed you to sit down in. Grayson was currently sterilizing your wrist, ready to give you the stick and poke tattoo that as of about 15 minutes ago, you didn’t even really want. You and Grayson were getting ready to go to bed when you started tracing the lines on his tattoos, when you got to the one that Ethan had given him a while back. “Did it hurt?”

“Hell yeah it did”, he chuckled a little bit on how dumb it was that he got it in the first place.

You continued going over it with your fingers, slowing putting Grayson to sleep.

“Give me one”.

His eyes shot open. “What?”

You looked at his now very alert face, “I want one”.

He sat up slightly, you following, leaving the place you had on his chest. “Are you sure? I mean it was really last minute and it really fucking hurts”.

You laughed slightly. “Yes I’m sure”. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I’m a big girl”, you moved your face a little closer to his. “I’m sure I can handle the pain”

This calmed him down a bit and he chuckled and said, “Alright, if you insist. But if I hurt you, you’re not aloud to hurt me”

So here you were. In one of Grayson’s shirts, him still in his grey sweats, a needle only a few inches away from your skin, ready to ink a heart into your wrist that really had no meaning to you except for maybe the fact that Grayson was the one to give it to you. You couldn’t stand to look at it, so you focused on a picture that was hung on the wall. It’s not that you had a fear of needles, you just naturally prefered when one wasn’t in your skin.  “Please don’t fuck up”.

He was currently outlining where the heart would go in Sharpie. “Your lack of hope in me is insulting”, he was joking but you could tell from the tone in his voice that he was concentrated, on not doing just that. ‘How’s that?”

You looked at where Grayson had just been tracing, and there sat a small heart, nothing special, but you liked it. “Yeah that’s cute”.

“Okay”, he reached for the needle that was currently attached to a special and thread. “This is how much of the needle is going into your skin”, he put the needle closer to your face could see a good half an inch sticking out, you grimaced at the sight. “I haven’t started yet so if you are going to back out at anytime, it should be now”.

You looked at him directly in the eye, seriously thinking about backing out now that you’ve actually seen the needle and seen the mark that would permanently be on your skin. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “just kiss me first”.

Grayson laughed slightly and leaned over to kiss you, calming you almost immediately. “Ready”, he asked taking his spot back on the stool he was positioned at earlier, picking up

“No, but go anyways”, you now had your face in your palm, blocking your view of what was happening.

The first poke took you off guard, “ahh”. It wasn’t really a scream, more of a surprised release of breath. You pulled your face off of your palm and looked at Grayson with your mouth open.

“I told you”, he defended himself. “Do you want me to keep going”, he reached his hand over to put the needle on a nearby table, almost sure that you were going to say you didn’t want to do it anymore.

“No!” Grayson opened his mouth wide at your eagerness. You closed your eyes and let out a breath. “Just please go as fast as you can”.

Grayson kissed your wrist, “Alright”, he placed the needle right next to where he poked you earlier, “here we go”.

The pain hurt, but it was tolerable. You found that not looking at it caused it to hurt more, so you made sure to keep your eye on the needle and on Grayson. He got to a really sensitive part on the very top of your wrist and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper. Gryson looked up at you for a second and then back at your wrist, “I’m almost done baby girl”. It felt slower than it actually was, and by the time he was done you were nearly covered in sweat.

“Alright”, he said leaning back to examine his work. “Done”.

You breathed out through your mouth and brought your wrist closer to your face to look at it.

“Like it?” He looked hopeful and he pulled your wrist back down dragging a sanitary wipe over it, which didn’t sting as bad as you thought it would.

“Yeah, I love it”, you scooted forward so you were closer to his face and he wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling, relieved that you liked it. “I hate you for that though”.

He pulled back with his hands in the air, “hey, I warned you, this is all on you”.

You laughed and brought your hands to his face, his finding where they originally had been. “I know, I’m joking”. You finally kissed him, relieved to feel a sensation that was claiming instead of painful. You pulled back, “but I never want you to do it again”.

He laughed, “faire enough”.

After wiping your wrist again with a sanitary wipe and placing saran wrap over it, he took you back to bed. You laid down next to him, placing your head comfortably on his chest and placing your wrist above you head, staring at the ink shaped heart. “You did really good”.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. You did too. You handled the pain really well”.

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me, I almost vomited”. He chuckled above you, causing you to smile.

“Well thank you for not doing that, I would have felt bad”.

You snuggled closer into his torso, intertwining your legs with his and snaking your arm around his waist. Slowing his fingers danced up and down your arm, calming you. “Thank you”, you murmured, eyes still closed and head still placed on his chest.

“Anytime, love. Go to sleep”. You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer once more. You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, leaving the mark on your wrist with some sort of meaning.

Digital Painting: tips for beginners II

In my previous tutorial here http://holy-quinity.tumblr.com/post/155327072711/digital-painting-tips-for-beginners, I talked about how value and color essentially replace line to produce form and walked through the first steps of my painting process to make painting more approachable for someone who’s only worked with sketches and lineart coloring before.

After doing the stuff in the first tut, I usually reach a point where I want to add more detail, but the lines themselves are kind of getting in the way. Like, I want the nose to be outlined with a light yellow, not a faded black. But if I draw a yellow line under the sketch layer, the faded black will still be on top of it. I could delete the sketch layer and keep rendering, but then I wouldn’t have my lines to help guide me anymore. I could also toggle the sketch layer on and off constantly, but that’s annoying.

So what I do instead is make new layers above the sketch and paint over it, covering up all the lines I don’t want anymore. This way I can keep the lines I like and the sketch ultimately becomes integrated into my final painting. If I mess up, I can just erase to see the sketch again and redo it.

You can see above I started covering up the sketch lines in the eyes, nose, and throat. In the throat, I selected the blue color I shaded with there and then kept shading, except in a layer over the lines. This covered up the sketch lines and rendered the neck, and it took all of two seconds. On the nose I selected the colors there to render its shape more and cover up those sketch lines. The eyes I was able to add brighter colors, where previously the sketch layer, being black, wouldn’t let me. All I’m doing is selecting colors I’ve already put down in the layer under the sketch, and transferring them to be above the sketch, while adding detail and refinement.

The above shows the same level of rendering with the sketch layer turned on and off, respectively. You can see how my painting style transforms the sketch into the painting itself.

I think this can be a really useful approach for someone who’s just starting painting and doesn’t know how to deal with “lineless” work. The thing is: you don’t have to go fully lineless at all. Rather, rework your lines to be part of the painting itself. Use the sketch as much as possible.

Some other tips:

1. Work on the same layer as much as possible. Definitely a trap that we fall into is wanting to keep each object on its own layer: skin, hair, eyes, clothes, background stuff. But in a painting, we don’t want gaps in the edges between things, and we want all our colors to work together. Remember, value becomes our edges; we can always use hard-edged brushes to simulate a line. A rule of thumb I follow intuitively is to change layers only when I’m seeking a new level of refinery/detail, not when I change subjects.

2. Don’t abuse layer effects such as overlay or hard light. I only use these when I need to adjust something, or emphasize an effect. I consider these supplementary tools. It can look unskilled if you’re relying on a multiply layer for shading, and it’s a good habit to develop to work as much in the “normal” layer style as possible. It makes the effects look more cohesive and natural, and it’s a skill transferable to traditional paints.

By the end of a painting, my layers will often be something like this:

Here I have four or five layers of actual substance, and they make up the majority of the painting. Everything else is super small lighting or color effects. “backgroundcolor,” “basecolor,” and “paint” 1 and 2 are pretty much the whole painting.

Four slices showing the same process above, from color sketch to completed picture. Just another example where I haven’t added any overlay/hard light effects until the very last stage of the painting. Everything else is on the normal/default layer style. You can see how the hair comes over the sketch layer, and I covered up some of the lines in the hand with blue.

Part three of this tutorial will talk about brush types and brush strokes in rendering shapes and shading.

beccalovethings  asked:

I was wondering if you write off of the prompt "I just don't think we're compatible" and "wanna bet" put together for marichat please :) I love your writing style

Aww, thanks so much, sweets! Hope you enjoy it! :)


“I just don’t think we’re compatible.”

Marinette giggled. “And why is that, Kitty?”

He sighed dramatically, laying his head back on her lap. “Well, I’m a cat for one thing.”

“That’s true. I’m not a cat.”

“No, no, you aren’t.” He blinked sorrowful eyes up at her and Marinette covered her mouth to smother another giggle.

“But I consider myself a cat person. Does that make a difference?”

Chat Noir pursed his lips. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

“I’d appreciate that.” She ran her fingers into his hair and he reached up to her touch. “Surely, we’re a little bit compatible though.”

“Well, see I’m a superhero and you…you’re Marinette.”

“Ah, yes, I have a friend with a similar problem.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Marinette nodded. “I’m friends with Ladybug. Did you know that?”

Chat Noir chuckled. “I think I’d heard something like that.”

“Well, she has this crush on a civilian. Adrien Agreste. He’s this totally handsome model. I’m sure you’ve seen his picture all over the place.”

He rolled his eyes. “I may have some idea of what he looks like.”

“They’ve got the whole superhero and civilian problem too.”

“I just don’t know, Princess. I still say we may not be compatible.”

She grinned, leaning down. “Wanna bet?” she asked before pressing her lips to his. 

Chat Noir tried to follow her lips as she pulled away. “You don’t play fair, my Lady.”


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loveisalaserquest17  asked:

It feels a bit silly to come to your inbox since we're actually chatting but you're good and you're indulging me in this, so. I'd like to have a comparison between songs harry wrote, like a timeline of his writing characteristics, something that shows how he's grown in term of songwriting, and maybe a little flash forward to his solo album? I know you've already made posts about SG, IICW and WITW, but maybe you could sum them all up and starting from the origins? And including Don't let me go?

Thank you for this ask, Julie!

I looked through the list of songs available to the public for which Harry shares writing credit. 

2011: Taken, Everything About You, Same Mistakes

2012: They Don’t Know About Us, Summer Love, Still the One Irresistible, Don’t Let Me Go

2013: Story of My Life, Happily, Right Now, Something Great

2014: Just a Little Bit of Your Heart (for Ariana Grande), I Love You (for Alex and Sierra), Not Our Fault (for Gavin Degraw)

2014: Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Fool’s Gold, Night Changes, Stockholm Syndrome, Change Your Ticket

2015: Perfect, If I Could Fly, Olivia, Walking in the Wind, AM

2016: Someday (for Michael Buble)

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