i feel like this came out way too dark

Mile High | Taeyong

Warning: Strong language, Smut

Word count: 1930

Originally posted by nakamotens

I slumped into the hard, faux leather chair while shoving my earbuds into my ears. Music slowly started to fill my mind and I was at ease once again. I looked around the gate, my eyes scanning over every person. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the chair, waiting for the flight attendant to board my plane.

I was on my way back from Japan, where I went to visit what I had thought was my boyfriend. Only to walk in on him and another girl which then proceeded to cancel any and all plans I had for this trip and buy the first ticket back home. What a prick. I grew angry just thinking about him, and secretly thanked the flight attendant when she pulled me out of my thoughts.

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|| spiderman loves you ||

{summary: what happens when your crush gets a hold of your journal?}

i really wanted to write something cute for peter because wow i still love him a lot.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @animexchocolate , @moonlight53 , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**


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Bughead post 2x05 fic

*Part 1* About 3k words, some angst. Part 2 here

    Betty immediately pulled on her jacket to head for the door. She knew where the Black Hood would be. This would be her chance. She snuck out of her house and started running towards The Five Seasons. It was freezing out but she had to catch him. She thought about her plan as she sprinted, knowing she couldn’t let Nick St. Clair die, no matter how much of a piece of trash he was.

   Betty arrived at the hotel and ran upstairs, knowing from Veronica which room it was already. Only when she got there, the door was already ajar and the room was trashed. She slowly walked into the room, barely able to breathe. She checked to make sure there wasn’t a body and then fled, needing to be anywhere else. What had she done?
• • •
   Jughead was woken up by the pounding on the trailer door. Briefly, he hoped it was Betty coming over before school. Then the reality of the previous day flooded his mind and he was bitter. Still, he sorely got up and went to open the door. As soon as he pushed it open, Sweet Pea was through the entryway and giving him directions. Jughead tried to push through the grogginess to understand what Sweet Pea was saying. Something about a race? Ghoulies? Riverdale High? Wait What?! He listened closer and realized he was being volunteered to cross the tracks over to his old high school to facilitate a conversation with Reggie. He still wasn’t clear why but all this could mean was bad news. He briefly tried to argue but there was no way out of it. He decided to not think about the proximity that would bring him to…. Her. 

   Sitting in the parking lot of the school that no longer felt warm to Jughead, he persuaded Sweet Pea it would be better if he didn’t walk on to campus. At least until he “convinced” Reggie to listen to the proposal. Really he hoped to be shot down. He didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want the trouble this crazy team-up would accrue. Nevertheless, Jughead heard Reggie’s car approaching the parking lot. Quickly finding it and waiting for it to park, Jughead walked over and called after Reggie. He definitely seemed annoyed to see Jughead but a look of surprise did cross his face when he noticed what had happened to Jugs’. Sarcastically, he asked “What, did the Serpents do that to you?”
“Actually, yes. Initiation as it turns out.”
   Reggie, looking disgusted, replied “So you’re one of them now then? You should get out of here before the rest of the team sees you. They’re aching for another fight after Dilton and ten against one doesn’t look good for you, snake.”
   Reggie started to walk away and Jughead turned to look at Sweet Pea. The look on his face told Jug this was definitely a test. There wasn’t going to be another chance for him to prove his value. He had to at least get Reggie to talk with Sweet Pea. Sighing internally, he tried to think of how to pique Reggie’s interest. “We have a proposal.” Reggie stopped but without turning around, said “So?” Jughead was trying not to get frustrated. “We need your car for a race. The terms are up for negotiation.”
   “Is your girlfriend a part of this negotiation?” Reggie teased, trying to start a fight. Jughead glared, his vision going red at the edges. He didn’t want to picture Reggie flirting with Betty but he had to face the facts that it no longer had anything to do with him. Instead, he replied icily, “I don’t know. I don’t have one.”
   Reggie finally turned to look Jughead straight in the eyes. “We might be able to deal. But your old pal Archie will be representing me.”
• • •

       Betty sat at her desk at the Blue and Gold, the whole world around her feeling like it was caving in. A psycho serial killer was controlling her by threatening everyone she loves and isolating her by making her push out everyone he deemed unworthy of her. All of this was too much. She had sent her best friend since childhood, Archie to break up with the man she loved because she couldn’t face doing it herself. She needed to keep Jughead safe. And her sister and her children. Her mother. Veronica. She tried not to think about the pain Juggie was in. He had told her he loved her. For Jughead, this betrayal would devastate him. Betty shook her head to clear it. It was better this than him dead.
   She tried to think of a plan to rescue Nick if he was still alive. She would have to give the Black Hood something in exchange. Her heart wrenched at the thought of who she would have to push away next. Archie, most likely, given he’s helped her the most lately and there was the incident with him spray painting the red circle on the southside while possessing a gun. There were only a handful of people that knew about that but whomever this Black Hood was, he watched her. He knew things he couldn’t when he called to make threats to her.
   Betty blamed herself for it all. For some reason, her speech at the Jubilee about making Riverdale better inspired him. She was responsible for Archie’s dad being shot. For Mrs. Grundie being killed. For Moose and Midge being shot. Her sister Polly would be next if she didn’t find some way to catch him.
   Suddenly, Archie came through the door to the school’s newspaper office, seeming breathless. “Come on. Reggie and I need your help with something in auto shop.” Betty hesitated. Archie came over and took her hand. “I swear that this is a problem only you can solve.” Before she was willing to go anywhere she had to ask. “How did it go last night?” Archie took a second to comprehend. Finally, he moved to stand completely in front of her and met her eyes. “He took it pretty bad Betts. He refused to believe me so I had to hurt him. He didn’t believe that you could do that. But eventually he got it and just said ‘Tell Betty I got the message.’ He’s joined the Serpents now. They all came over in the middle of me talking to him.” Betty found a dark humor in that. All she could say was “Yeah. They have bad timing like that.”
   Shuffling his feet, Archie asked if she’d come to the school’s auto show now. She felt like falling to the ground instead. “I’m not feeling up to it Arch. Maybe later?” Archie took her other hand too. “Betty. I need your help.” Damn. He knew her too well. She nodded and started to follow him, not knowing what, or rather, who, was waiting for her.
• • •
   Jughead paced. Trying to find a way out of this particular part of the agreement. Neither Sweet Pea nor Reggie cared much about this part of the plan but Archie had insisted on involving Betty to take a look under Reggie’s hood. He knew Archie would be returning with Betty any minute and he didn’t want to be here for this. He thought he caught a glimpse of sympathy from Sweet Pea but he decided to ignore it. He had to focus on escape.
   But it was too late. The door opened and first came Betty, looking straight ahead at Sweet Pea and Reggie standing by the car. A second later, Archie followed, immediately searching the room for Jughead. Seeing her was like going through The Gauntlet all over again. And yet also in a part of himself he hadn’t managed to beat back yet, there was relief. It faded as he looked at her more closely though. Her eyes were definitely puffy and the bags under them rivaled his own. Her signature high ponytail was gone, replaced by some loose mess hanging lazily off her head. Something was wrong. “Leave it alone!” his head yelled at him. “She broke it off, remember?”
   She had stopped at the sight of Sweet Pea. Taking a second to attempt recognition. When he turned his head to look at Reggie in impatience, her eyes zeroed in on the serpent tattoo on his neck and she visibly straightened. She looked around the room, seeing Jughead and turned around to try to leave. That suited him just fine right now but Archie had stopped her before she could get through the door. They had a quick, heated discussion and then she turned back around, again, looking straight at Reggie and Sweet Pea.
   “What do you need?” she asked sharply. She was standing taller now, very pointedly not looking at Jughead. Reggie was the first to break the silence. “Need you to take a look under my hood. See if I can race.” Jughead heard the flirting in his tone but Jug was still focused on trying to get out of here. He saw an office in the corner that looked like there was a small hallway behind. He slowly started to walk towards it, trying not to be noticed, when Reggie asked, “So Betts, do you think it’s ride worthy?” Four sets of angry eyes met his.
   “Your battery terminal clamp is loose. Hand me the 3/8ths wrench over there. Besides that it looks well enough taken care of.” Jughead was still inching his way toward the corner but as soon as the wrench was in Betty’s hand, Sweet Pea asked Reggie and Archie to come with him to finish working out the details of their deal. He was alone with her now and he knew she knew it too. He stopped moving for a minute to see if she’d say anything though he was completely sure he didn’t want to hear whatever it was. He’d barely moved again when he heard quietly “Please tell me you won’t be racing.”
He couldn’t help the anger in his response.
   “What exactly, do you care?” She whirled on him faster than she had on Chuck. “Don’t you DARE think I don’t care, Jughead Jones! You think I didn’t notice the bruises on your face from all the way over here?! You have no IDEA what I’ve done to keep you safe!” There was a part of his brain that knew he should ask her what that meant but the anger overwhelmed him and he was striding toward the car, needing to say this to her face. “And where was that concern when you broke up with me through Archie instead of in person?! Where was that safety when I was getting this done to me?!”
   Jughead pointed to the bruising on his face with his right hand, which was now unbandaged enough to see the clear marks of a snake bite. Her eyes darted to the bite and her lips tightened. He could see the tears through her anger. “Because I COULDN’T DO IT JUGGIE!” She deflated a little and took a step back. “And I couldn’t protect you from yourself. Not this time.” He deflated a little too and leaned against the car, feeling tired. “I don’t know if i’ll be driving at this point. It’s either me or Sweet Pea. Can’t be Reggie in a Serpents versus Ghoulies race.” He thought for a second. “What do you mean you couldn’t do it?”
   Betty closed her eyes and he caught the telltale sign of her clenching his fingernails into her palms. Just then her phone started ringing. There was distinct panic in her eyes at the sound of “Lollipop! Lollipop! Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli! Lollipop! Lollipop! Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli!” Betty excused herself as she rushed for the door. He took a deep breath after she was out of the room and started to think over their conversation. What did she mean about keeping him safe? Why couldn’t she break up with him? He heard the sound of her crying outside the door and went to investigate. Why was she crying?
   From just inside the door he could hear her. “I didn’t want to see him, he was just there. It was an ambush.” What? Who is she talking to? Well at least now he knows she doesn’t want to see him. “No, Please! It was an accident. Please don’t hurt him! I did what you asked! I’ll leave right now just please don’t hurt him.” The truth suddenly dawned on Jughead. She was being threatened. And the only person dumb enough to threaten Betty Cooper was the Black Hood. But from the sounds of it, it was working. Jug cracked the door a little and saw Betty drop the phone to her side and Betty was crying again, crumbling in on herself. He walked back over to the car to wait for her.
  A couple minutes later she poked her head in the door. “Hey Jug, I have to go. Tell Reggie it’s fixed.” as she started to back up he stopped her. “Hey Betty, wait.” she stopped and looked at him. He knew he couldn’t tell her he knew the truth. It might put someone else in danger. She wouldn’t let him in now and risk someone else. All he could do is ease it for her. With all the sincerity he could muster, he told her, “I forgive you.” To him it sounded like an incredibly pompous thing to say. But he knew her. He knew she’d blame herself for it all. He wished he could hug her and they could do this together but for now this would have to do. She smiled, just a little bit at him. “Thanks Juggie. I have to go.”
   Jughead sat and waited in the shop, waiting for Reggie, Archie, and Sweet Pea to get back. It felt like forever but it gave him time to process through how Betty had been acting lately. Finally, they were back and Archie came to walk over to Jughead. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sort of leaned back and said “I’m sorry for the way I acted last night. I just got angry seeing you joining the serpents and I shouldn’t have done it the way I did. Betty didn’t want it that way.” Jughead sort of squinted at him, wondering if he knew.
“Did she want it at all?” The twitch in Archie’s eye as he tried to come up with a response said it all. “What? Of cours- OW DUDE WHAT THE HELL?!” Reggie and Sweet Pea came over and took their friends flanks as soon as Jughead punched Archie. Jughead was furious Arch hadn’t protected her. What kind of “Best Friend Since Childhood” was he? “How long have you known?! How long has he been threatening her?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!” Archie motioned Reggie off which led Jug to do the same. “WHY ARCHIE?!” He needed an answer.
   Archie straightened but hung his head. “I’ve known since the beginning. It started right after the town hall meeting. She told me he’d threatened Ronnie. She nearly cut me out too. She went along with it to keep people from dying.”
   Just then, Reggie butted in. “Betty is getting threats? That’s why she’s been so different. I thought she might be pregnant like her sister or something.” Jughead wanted to punch Reggie too but right now they needed him. He turned back to Archie. “She didn’t really want to break up with me. Why didn’t you tell me last night?” Archie looked at him cautiously. “How much did she tell you?” Jugs vision was red at the edges again. “She told me nothing! I overheard the phone call and she bolted! Start talking Andrews!”
“He’s threatened everyone she loves, he made her publish the thing about her mom, and he’s watching her all the time. She does as he says because she thinks as long as she keeps him distracted, he’ll stop killing. He knows where Polly is, Jug. He threatened her sister.”
   Now it was Sweet Pea’s turn to interrupt. “The ‘Hood is threatening your girl, Jughead? And this northsider didn’t tell you? Or try to protect her himself? Can I punch him?” Jug ground his teeth. Sweet Pea had a point. Reggie’s fists bunched and he stepped closer again. Jughead sighed. “No. We need him for the race. Can we work on a rescue plan after?” Sweet Pea thought on it for a second. “I’ll do you one better. After this race we’ll get all the Serpents in on this. If she’s still your girl, she is one of our own. And we look out for our own.”  He said the last bit while staring down Archie. Well, at least now there was a plan.

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It was hard to not think about what kind of people they were. Not when they laid in their own bed, giant skylight above them in the ceiling, comfortable, aside from some still healing and potentially never healing injuries. The Alliance had put them both on complete administrative duties for a while, with Shepard still regaining her strength, and Kaidan’s leg injury making it unlikely he’d return to active duty for some time. But they were alive. And they were comfortable.

Sometimes Shepard still felt like the sky was always going to be painted with the blood of millions. Every star that they were able to see must have carried plenty of lives around them, and potential planets that were little more than ash and corpses at this point. Things were coming back, but it was slow. It would be a while before Shepard didn’t stop and worry about the lives lost while she took her time trying to end the war. Maybe she never would.

Kaidan reached over and held her hand. His hands were rough, from years of handling guns, of using them with his biotics, the tingle eroding his skin to blisters sometimes. They both had blood on their hands, but she wondered if his kept him awake the way it did for her. Maybe he’d stopped worrying about it after Vyrnnus. Maybe that was the darkest it could get, and everything else was a worthwhile death. There were a lot of maybes.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Shepard nodded. “Yeah.”

“Me either.”

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Boyfriend || Dan Howell

A/N : Yo kiddos. It’s finally Friday ! This imagine is a bit different. The whole thing is written in Dan’s point of view. I hope you like the new experience. If you want to see my other stuff check out my masterlist.(I added a new little poem thingy.) PART 2

Dan’s POV.

There are a lot of reasons why I don’t go out very often. For example the shitty music that is played at clubs that is always way too loud. The thick air filled with smoke and sweat. The drunk people that rudely stumbled into you. Or the sound of her laugh that I could still hear over all the noise.

Phil would often beg me to go and explore the night life of London. He thought it was fascinating, but what isn’t fascinating in his eyes ? Anyway, every time I’d agree to go ‘partying’ with him, we’d go to a decent club on Piccadilly Circus. Phil would always ask everyone we knew to tag along. So whenever I finally leave the house on a Friday evening, I’d see her.

She was currently sipping on a glass of wine. Her lipstick was a shade of rosé so her delicate lips left a stain on the glass. I tried hard not to stare at her while I told everyone at the table a hilarious story that happened on tour. As I reached the pointe she started laughing, harder than anyone. Her mouth was wide open. She pressed her eyes close and held her tummy, trying to stop giggling.

Honestly, it confused me. She shouldn’t be laughing at my lame jokes. I was not allowed to get my hopes up. I had no chance.

It was the same scenario every time we came here. She looked flawless. Today she was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her back. Her hair was in curls and she was way too pretty to be hanging out with me and Phil. After a few drinks, everybody normally left to dance, leaving her and me at the table. She’d have to start the conversation because I’d always be too stupid and shy to say something. She’d ask me questions about Youtube and the Tour. What books I was reading. Our conversations where never boring. She gave me that feeling like she was actually interested in what I was saying. She shouldn’t be though.

Whenever I’m nearly tipsy enough to tell her that she is pretty or just plain perfect, a tall figure with broad shoulders would approach our table. He’d slide onto the bench next to her and wrap has muscular arms protectively around her shoulder. She shouldn’t be laughing at my jokes. She should be laughing at her boyfriend’s. And she wasn’t interested in me, she was interested in her boyfriend.

Yes, Phil always has a great time partying. He enjoys to dance, talk and have a few cocktails. I on the other hand get depressed. I felt like a loser, sitting opposite of a girl that was already taken.

Her boyfriend was a dick though. I bet he didn’t appreciate her in the way I would. He is an arrogant prick, but he is sporty, handsome and has a real job that pays well. I hate him.

“Do you like your drink ?” I asked bravely.

The lights were dimmed. Music hammered through my ears. Once again it was only me and her at the table. I guess she doesn’t like dancing. I just wanted to stay wherever she is. My question was stupid, I regretted asking it seconds after I had opened my mouth. But she smiled.

“It actually tastes a bit weird.” she laughed, but took a big sip of her blue cocktail right afterwards.

I hoped for her to continue the conversation since I sucked at social skills. My eyes wandered over her beautiful eyes. She had a little bit of make up on but I knew that she looked just as good without it. I hoped her boyfriend made sure to tell her that she is a godly creature sent to earth.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked while I gulped down some cheap alcohol.

I nearly choked on the burning liquid.

'She is just asking to have something to talk about.’ I told myself as I shook my head no.

After we had talked to each other for more then twenty minutes, we were both already a bit tipsy.

'Do it, Dan.’ an annoying voice in my head shouted. I bet it was the alcohol but after two more shots  what the voice said made sense.

“You are really pretty.” I finally mumbled.

I knew her boyfriend would rush over with an angry look on his face soon. He’d probably punch me in the face and tell me to fuck off. But she was clouding my thoughts even worse than the alcohol. I couldn’t get her off my mind. It drove me crazy to be so close to her. She needed to know that she was enchanting. I looked behind my shoulder as soon as the words had left my lips but no mad boyfriend was to be seen. Instead, she blushed a deep shade of red. She tried to hide her heated cheeks behind some strands of hair.

“Thanks. You are not bad yourself.” she shyly breathed.

My eyes widened in shock. I was unable to comprehend what she said but it definitely sounded like flirting to me. She wasn’t allowed to do that. It was wrong, but my inside started to tingle anyway.

I took a big sip of my half empty pint to overplay that her words had completely thrown me off track.

“You have a boyfriend.” I revolted, angry about the fact that we had crossed a line.

She raised her eyebrows in confusion, a startled expression plastered on her face.

'That was impolite and stupid as fuck’ the voice in my head said and I cursed myself once again.

She examined my face before she calmly started to talk.

“We broke up.”


A Good Little Girl: Secrets (Part 3)

The Winchesters. The only two people who know what you need. The only two people who can give it to you. The only two people you will ever belong to.

Prequel Part 1 Part 2

Summary of Secrets: The three of you attempt to hunt while maintaining your relationship.

Word Count: 3300

Warning: smut, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory, spanking

A/N: Enjoy a polyamorous relationship with the boys (no Wincest). Where did that drama come from? Are we possibly getting close to plot??

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SHERLOCK - :Chibi Holmes and Watson:
Wacom Intuos Pro in PS CC / CS3 (new window for hi-res)

God I’ve had this worked on for ages, just recently finished it up. I really REALLY REALLY wanted to draw a TAB! Holmes and Watson in my gross cute beady-eye style. I meant to have this done months ago but… time, boo. I also did this before the slew of new promo photos came out, had it almost done, otherwise I would have changed their costumes a bit more to suite the new promo photos. AAHHHH. 

So I have this pic from Cineplex Magazine when Game of Shadows came out that I really liked the Watson on, so I used him as the pose for John here. And Sherlock is just… Sherlock yay. 

UGH, this took so long to do. It’s the tiny little details that no one can really see that actually took the longest for me (like the patterning on Holmes’ waistcoat and on Watson’s tie) but I think I did pretty good anyway. I feel like I did John’s hair WAY too dark, but in all the promo photos, his hair is like this really dark dark blonde, so… yeah, it’s weirding me out because my Watson doesn’t look like John but oh well. I’m still learning digital, but it’s coming along nicely. I just wish I didn’t take so long on everything I do in Photoshop. Bleh. I miss CC 2015. I need a job so I can get it back. *cries*

Anyway, I really like this, hope y’all do too. 

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“Power & Control” - goddamn right, you should be scared of me.

A Rhack Fanmix.

Listen: HERE on 8tracks.

Power and control.
Give a little, get a lot,
That’s just how you are with love.
Give a little, get a lot,
Yeah, you may be good looking,
But you’re not a piece of art.
Power and control,
I’m gonna make you fall.
Power and control,
I’m gonna make you fall.

[Marina & The Diamonds - Power & Control]

o1 - Daughter - Run
“And I won’t tell my mother. It’s better she don’t know. And he won’t tell his folks, ’cause they’re already ghosts.”

o2 - Dotan - Fall
“And we all we travel till the lights kick in, while we all keep climbing the walls chasing the marks on our skin.”

o3 - Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?
“Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? - ‘cause I always do.”

o4 - Marina And The Diamonds - Power & Control
“Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art.”

o5 - Panic! At The Disco - Nicotine
“I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back - I’m going numb, I’ve been hijacked.”

o6 - Parov Stelar, Klaus Hainy - Promises
“Is it true? Could it be? That desperation sleeps beside me.”

o7 - Ez3kiel, Pierre Mottron - Anonymous
“For has anyone seen, what they sowed, scheming above our beings?”

o8 - Blackbear - IDFC
“I act like I don’t fucking care - ‘cause I’m so fucking scared.”

o9 - You+Me - Break The Cycle
“Too many missing pieces, that’s always been your reason to justify how you feel inside.”

10 - Joshua Rain - Belong
“You remember the way you came tumbling down? Down to your knees like never before.”

11 - Muse - Plugin Baby
“I’ve exposed your lies, baby. The underneath is no big surprise.”

12 - Avenged Sevenfold - Bat country
”Too many doses and I’m starting to get an attraction. […] No one can save me and you know I don’t want the attention.”

13 - Parov Stelar, Lilja Bloom - True Romance Part 2
“And this time I got you know me better. And I’m yours in any matter.”

14 - Fall Out Boy - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark
“And besides in the mean, mean time I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart”

15 - Bear’s Den - When You Break
“You keep begging for forgiveness, but you don’t think you’ve done wrong.”

16 Damien Rice - 9 Crimes
“It’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse. And is that alright with you? Give my gun away when it’s loaded?”

17 Alex Clare - Too Close
“You gave me more that I can return - Yet there’s so much that you deserve.”

18 - Metro Station - Control
“Another cigarette, and I’m so bored - your words aren’t making sense.”

19 - Depeche Mode - Master And Servant (Bonus Track)
“It’s a lot like life - this play between the sheets. With yo on top and me underneath. Forget all about equality. Let’s play master and servant.”

20 - Machinae Supremacy - Player One (Bonus Track)
“I wanna play until I die - I don’t wanna lose my reasons why.”

Demon Luke Imagine

Request: Yes

Summary: You were a demon hunter, and your next assignment was just like the others. Track them down and kill them, but you find yourself in extreme difficulty and confusion.

Word Count: 646


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7: early influences on your writing
I’m actually not too sure on this one.. I feel like I wasn’t really influenced by anything at first, cause I started writing when I was like 9 lol
But I actually kind of wrote Peter before I even knew of him, and it’s super trippy. Here’s some of my writing from when I was 12 before the name Parker even meant anything:

“He had maple eyes and dark brown hair”

“The boy quickly (and awkwardly) shuffled away from me.”

“He had a firm grip, and I noticed his hands were extremely calloused.”

It came out shaky, the way it does after you’ve cried. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, his voice hitching. I tilted my head as to say ‘Why?’, and he pointed to my shirt. It was soaked from his tears“


38: do you reread your own stories? 
Yep yep idk if that’s like looked down on or not??? but I do reread my stuff, especially if I’m trying to get over writer’s block

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                            Y O U N G  G O D || KYLO X READER

A/N: okay so i literally made a spotify playlist just for kylo/ben on songs i NEED to write song fics for and young god by halsey was like the first one i wanted to write. I had so many ideas for it and i decided to go with the angsty one. Though it’s loosely based off of the song (in a way?) it’s still highly influenced by it…if that makes any sense? Remember, this is strictly fictional, so whatever doesn’t seem Star Wars-y to you…just remember it is FICTION. Hope you all enjoy it and pls give me feedback (or if you want more?)

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warning: None…well, angst?

The sound of her heart beating against her chest echoed through the walls, the sweat beads that dripped down her fragile skin framed her face that scrunched up into a fearful expression; her eyebrows scrunching up ever so tightly as small tears slipped through the cracks, a small whimper escaping her slightly parted lips as she gasped for help. “P-please…” A soft cry spilled out as she gripped onto her bed sheets. The night terrors had grown worse as days passed–what started of as small dreams evolved into nightmares that felt oh too real. “Don’t do this!” The feeling of her throat burning from a scream snapped her out of it. Instinctively reaching out to the spot next to her, a small frown appearing on her lips as she looked over to see the barren indent. “Ben…”

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The Reason Why I Love you

The Reason Why I Love You (A Xibalba and La Muerte Story)

“Alright, kids! It’s time for lunch!” La Muerte in her Mary Beth disguise said to the group of children following her around the museum. “The break room is straight ahead and the restrooms will be in there on the left. Let’s all meet back here in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Most of the kids said back before they all rushed ahead to grab their lunches.

Mary Beth watched them go with a smile before she headed over to one of the water coolers located in various spots of the museum. After grabbing a paper cup and filling it up, she sat down on the bench next to it. She took a small sip of her drink while smoothing out the wrinkles in her white skirt.

Today had been a pretty good day so far. Her group all seemed pretty edger to learn. She just loved watching their little faces light up in awe and fascination as she explained the history of the artifacts around them.

A giggle to her left brought Mary Beth out of her musings. She turned her head to see a young couple sitting on the bench next to hers.

“So yeah, my little brother and sister got home the other day and all they could talk about was how they got to see this secret room here at the museum.” The teenage boy with messy brown hair said.

“Oh, yeah I remember that.” The girl, who looked about the same age as the boy with short, black hair that had red streaks in it said in response. “The room that apparently has that huge book with bunch of stories written in it.” She twirled a lock of her hair as she asked, “So do you think they were telling the truth?”

“Not a clue,” the boy said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean they went into pretty big detail about it so it could be true.”

Mary Beth smiled and took another drink from her cup. It was nice to hear that those who got to see and hear from the Book of Life had gotten a good impression out of it. The redheaded tour guide started to turn her head back the other way so she could look at the time when-

“You know I kinda liked that part when your sister was telling us about those two gods.” The dark-haired girl’s comment caught her interest as the women looked at them once more. “I couldn’t believe when she said they were actually married.”

“I know right?” the brunette put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “I mean that La Muerte chick sounded really pretty and all, but that Xibalba guy sounded like he was really creepy. Talk about an odd couple right?”

La Muerte frowned a little.

“I don’t know. I actually thought it sounded pretty sweet. It kinda reminds me of…Beauty and the Beast. And she made it sound like they really love each.” The girl said in a dreamy tone and it caused a smile to appear on Mary Beth’s face. “I liked that they made up with each other at the end.”

“Yeah, but how can La Muerte ever love Xibalba?” the smile disappeared on the red-head’s face at the boy’s question. “I mean my brother said he’s supposes to be ‘made out of tar and everything icky in the world’. Not to mention he lied and cheated to his wife just so he could win a bet.”

The girl shrugged. “She loves him despite of what he looks like or is made of. And sure he may have lied and cheated, but he apologized in the end and she was willing to forgive in spite of everything he did. That just shows how much she loves him.”

The smile reappeared on the tour guide’s lips.

The boy seemed to think about what his girlfriend said for a moment. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But I’m willing to bet that Xibalba dude only loves her because she’s beautiful.”

And just like that, the smile vanished once more.

The girl shot her boyfriend a look “How can you say that?”

“What it’s true. I mean why else would he have tried to stay together with her all these years?”

The girl wretched the boy’s arm off her shoulders. “You know, you’re a real insensitive jerk sometimes!” she said as she stood up and walked away from him.

“What?” the boy got off the bench and chased after her. “Hey, come on, babe. What did I say?”

The two teenagers didn’t even notice that the women sitting next to them and listening in on their conversation, lips purse into a thin line as her slim eyebrows drew together slightly. She didn’t pay attention to them leaving, her mind was still focused on what the boy had said.

He only loves her because she’s beautiful.’

That couldn’t possibly be true. Yes, Xibalba did often complaint her on her beauty, but that couldn’t be the only reason he loved her…right? She never really asked him before so…what if it is true?

Stop that!’ a more reasonable voice scolded her mentally. ‘It’s not true and you know it.’

But then a nasty voice suddenly whispered, ‘But if you’re so sure then why are you still thinking about it?’

The disguised goddess shoved the second voice in the back of her head as drank the last bit of water in her cup before she crushed it in her hand. She stood up and threw the cup into the trash can before heading to the break room to wait on her tour group. ‘This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be worrying about this at all.’

But the problem was it did worry her. The thought nagged on her constantly even as she placed a smile back on her face as she continued with explaining exhibits to the children. It lingered in the back of her mind until the end of day as she waved goodbye to all the kids as they got back on their bus. And she still keep thinking about it even now as she walked down hallway with a flash light in hand as she headed towards the ‘secret room’.

He only loves her because she’s beautiful.’

“Ah, there you are, my dear!”

La Muerte actually jumped at the sudden voice and whirled around in the direction it came from. She relaxed when she saw it was only Xibalba in his old man security guard form. “Xibalba, you startled me.” She said, placing her free hand lightly over her heart.

“I apologizes love, that wasn’t my intention.” He said as he walked closer to her, holding a flashlight of his own in his right hand.

She sighed, running her fingers through her long, red hair. “It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention anyway.”

“Long day?”

“…Something like that.”

“Ah,” Xibalba nodded his head in understanding. “I don’t blame you. These children are relentless.”

The queen of the Land of the Remembered smiled. “They’re not all that bad, Balby.”

“Says you,” the king of the Land of the Forgotten grumbled, “but children need to learn that they can’t go placing their grubby, little fingers on every single artifact they see.  Most of them are older then they’ll ever live to be and are very fragile to touch!”

She laughed at her husband’s grumpiness and pressed a kiss on his temple. “Come now, Balby. There’s no need to get so worked up.”

Xibalba instantly relaxed the moment his wife’s soft lips touched his skin. “I suppose your right, my dear.”

“Good,” La Muerte said. “We should probably go make sure the Book is still safe.”

“I suppose we probably should.”

The two continued down the hall in silence. Once they reached the door, La Muerte pushed it open and flipped the light switch. The room lit up with light and they both turned their flashlights off. The Book of Life was still on its pedestal, but they still searched the room just to be on the safe side.

“Everything seems to be in order.” The woman said after a few minutes of looking over her side of the room.

“It would appear so.” The man said in response.

Without another word, the two shifted back into their normal, god-like forms.

“Ah,” Xibalba sighed in relief, spreading his wings out. “That’s so much better.”

La Muerte just chuckled. And for a moment, everything was at peace and then-

He only loves her, because she’s beautiful.’ That horrible voice in the back of her mind decided to rear its ugly head.

The goddess lowered her head, a small scowl marring her face. What was it going to take to get that voice to stop? It was getting absolutely annoying.

Mi amor?”

Her head jerked back up at the dark god’s inquiry. “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked. “I know it was a long day and all, but you seem…upset about something.”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” She replied quickly, way too quickly.

Xibalba raised a skeptical brow. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, Xibalba, I’m fine!” La Muerte snapped. Her words came out a lot harsher then she had expected. So much that when she saw Xibalba shocked face, her expression softened. She took a small calming breath. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“It’s alright, my dear.” He assured. “But…please tell me what’s bothering you.”

The queen ducked her head down so that the wide brim of her sombrero hid her face and bit her lower lip. Should she ask him?

I have to ask him.’ She realized. It may be the only way to put her mind at ease and rid herself of that awful, doubting voice inside her head.

Tilting her face back up, she locked eyes with her husband. “Xibalba, if I asked you something would you give me a truthful answer?”

“Of course, my love,” he laid a hand on his heart to show her he meant it. “I promise.”

She steeled her nerves and asked softly, “Xibalba…why do you love me?”

The winged deity’s eyes widen. He stared at her in shock for a few moments. “What brought this on, all of a sudden?”

“Xibalba, please,” She all but pleaded to him as her hands fisted tightly at her sides. “I need to know. Why do you love me-is it just for my beauty or is there something more to it?”

The silence that descended upon the room was deafening. And just as La Muerte was about to scream just to break the quiet, Xibalba broke it first by chuckling.

She blinked in confusion. “What’s so funny?”

“I just can’t believe you’re really asking me this.” He admitted, still laughing a little under his breath while shaking his head.

Her golden orbs narrowed. “Xibalba, I’m being serious.”

“As am I, my dear.” Xibalba walked until he was standing right in front of her. He then reached out to take both of her hands into his own. “You ask me why I love you and if your beauty is the reason why I do. And truthfully, the answer is yes. But-” he quickly added when he saw her open her mouth to say something. “That’s only part of the reason. There’s so much more to it than that.”

La Muerte closed her mouth and squeezed his hands as a silent gesture to continue.

Xibalba gave her this look that only described as the absolute adoration. “I love everything about you, La Muerte. I love your fiery spirit and your kind and generous nature. How you have the biggest heart and how you’re able to lift the spirits of anyone around you with just one look or smile.” He let go of her hands so cup her face between his hands. “So many times I wonder why out of anyone did you choose me and what have I done to deserve someone as wonderful as you. And yet I thank every single day and moment I have you by my side.”

Her eyes glossed over with tears as she felt her heart swell up in her chest at heartfelt words. “Oh, Balby…”  He was had such a way with words.

The king smiled, his thumbs gently brushing the tears that began to fall down her face. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you, my darling. I love you no matter what.”

She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. La Muerte grabbed a hold of his beard and pulled his head down so that his lips met hers. Xibalba didn’t hesitate to return the kiss.

When La Muerte finally allowed the kiss to be broken, she gave her husband a smile that always caused his heartbeat to go out of whack. “Gracias, Xibalba.”

He didn’t need ask her what she was thanking him for. You’re welcome, mi amor. But now it’s my turn to ask you why you love me.”

The queen let out a thoughtful hum as she slipped one arm around his neck while her free hand toyed with the curly, white beard again. “I love you because…” she began to say, taking great amusement in how Xibalba always seemed to melt even under the slightest of her touches. “You try your hardest to make me happy. Even when I’m angry with you, you always seem to find a way to make me smile and laugh. And you’re always such a charmer I can’t but be flattered by your words.” Looking him straight in the eye, she continued, “And much like you said to me, I don’t want you to question my love for you. I truly do love you, Xibalba.”

He chuckled, moving his head forward so that his forehead touched hers. “I know, my love, I know.”

For a few moments there was nothing but silence. That is until Xibalba spoke up again. “You know it may be getting late for the mortals, but the night is still young for us.”

“Oh?” she raised an eye ridge at him. “And did you have something in mind?”

He moved away from her enough so he could extend his hand out to her. “I was thinking we could take a little walk?”

Red lips curved upwards, as she placed her hand in his. “I’d like that.”

With that the two, ancient gods left the room and the museum hand and hand and as they did, La Muerte realized the voice in her head had finally been silenced.

Author’s Notes: Yet another Gravepainters story and rest assure more are yet to come!


Imagine you spend the day with harry waking around Manchu pitchu on holiday. There was a group you were supposed to be following. But you and harry were looking at the beautiful view and taking pictures not realising that the group had moved on.
‘Err harry. Where’s the group?’ You ask.
'Errr’ he hesitates and looks around.
The group had gone. It was just you and harry I this huge spacious area. You could tell harry was getting a but panicked. How would you be able to find your way back to the group?
'Harry. It’s okay. We’ll find a way back.’ You reassure him.
He smiles 'yeah I know but right now, what are we going to do?’
You can’t control yourself and burst out laughing. This makes harry laugh too.
You go over to him and he hugs you tight.
It’s starting to get dark and you keep on walking trying to go back the way you came. It feels like you walk for hours but eventually you found your way back. When you finally arrive back to your hotel you both collapse on the sofa and are in a fit of giggles about getting lost.

When I was 5, I fell for a boy with floppy brown hair. I don’t even remember the colour of his eyes. He was very short, and sat across from me in class. I don’t think we ever spoke - even then, I knew I would prefer my idea of him.

When I was 9, I had a crush on a boy with dark hair, dark eyes and a monobrow. One day he ruffled my hair, a “thank you” for something. I remember the way my heart raced. 2 years later, I found out that he liked me too: nothing ever came of it.

When I was 10, I tried so hard not to like the new boy at school. Those feelings lasted for 3 years.

When I was 14, I went for the boy with blue eyes and a bright smile. He liked flirting with my best friend more than he would ever like me. I played along with him, wrapping my legs around his on park benches, and letting him play with my hands on long bus trips until his eyelids drifted shut. To this day, I am still only a secondhand replacement.

When I was 15, I admitted to having feelings for a boy I knew like the scars on my skin. He twisted my heart until it snapped - and didn’t care enough to help me pick up the pieces. He was too busy kissing my friends to remember that I exist; that he was once my best friend; that, at one point, he loved me.

When I was 16, I swore never to feel again. I refused to cry tears for boys who preferred fake girls with large chests; I was too busy to realise I had already broken my oath.

And now I am 17, and I hope this feeling never leaves.

And I pray he doesn’t either.

—  L.G.
It’s past midnight
and I was walking
all alone,
my back against
the blinding
street lights,
there were
the stars above,
but the moon
wouldn’t come,
I looked up,
and whispered
your name,
I continued walking,
pacing my feet,
just the same
the wind was blowing,
too cold,
I can feel it
soothing my skin,
I looked up,
and whispered
your name,
I came to a stop,
opened the door
and stepped inside,
it’s too dark,
and I liked it
that way,
I looked up,
and there were
no more stars,
but still,
I whispered
your name.
—  “Can you hear the stars calling out your name?” // I thought I came home, but you were never there.
Gone girl theory

To back up my theory on Rachel being evil and having the same kind of powers as Max. There’s a possibility that Rachel may have been in conflict with Chloe because of the notes she left in the secret place in the junkyard which means it later escalated to internal hate for Chloe. Rachel has this personality and charisma around her but there is dark sides too, especially with Frank and the Trucker when you think about. Now, after seeing the movie gone girl and this might sound off, but what if Rachel faked her disappearance? As in she built this charisma around to make people like her and when she disappears, it’ll be a tragedy? Now I know Rachel isn’t cunning nor a psychopath, David’s report claims that Rachel was being aggressive as if he was close to finding out her plan and even Nathan too, what if the dark room is a place where Rachel is staying at? Like the lighthouse as her hideout? And the fact she disappeared before Max came in seems coincidental but this goes to the fact she might have powers like Max but more extended like omnipotence and knew Max would be coming and so faked her disappearance.

When Max says I feel Rachel is guiding us, what if its the reverse? What if its Max guiding Chloe to Rachel’s body as a way of framing her? Now with power and another possibility its more stronger than Max, what she has the ability to mentally maim someone? Like Nathan? Hayden said that Nathan is a good guy hangout with but what if Rachel used her power to maim him and possibility ruin his reputation to make it look like the red herring as a backup in case Chloe doesn’t get framed? Perhaps her powers are more aggressive than Max and with the rewinding part, maybe she can kill someone with efficiency? The rewind can accomplish things so anything is possible like getting enough materials to fake a her “death”. Back to the maiming Nathan part, perhaps Nathan knew about her plan to frame Chloe and tried to stop her by reporting it to principle Wells and the moment he got out, she scarred him with her powers as a way to lobotomize him? There are many possibilities but Jefferson, Madsen, and Nathan are pawns so there could be a puppet master. Is it Rachel?

anonymous asked:

Can I share something positive, with all these dark asks??? I've been really struggling recently and;; been in some dark places lmao But I'm 4 n a half weeks self harm free! (That's a;;; Lo ng time for me ahaha ^^;; ) I feel kinda proud? and I should be starting antidepressants within the next few weeks, so I'm hoping that goes well c':

u should definitely feel proud!! i am proud of u, too! u came a really long way! reaching out for help is hard but it’s worth it when u can start to move forward. there are a lot of times stuff like this feels hopeless but it’s not!

thx for sharing ^^ keep fighting and going forward! even if u fall down, don’t be afraid to get back up and try again! u can do it!

Originally posted by the-real-eye-to-see