i need it or my life may end

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.


I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly, if it's no trouble, do dialogue between Solas and Zevran? I've always wondered how that would go. Thank you

Zevran: You are a rather quiet fellow, aren’t you?
Solas: I do not feel the need to speak simply to fill silence, if that is what you mean.
Zevran: I see. Should I take this to mean you are shy? In need of someone to lavish you with attention? Bring you out of your shell? I can be very encouraging in that regard.
Solas: Hmm.
Zevran: You do not speak much.
Solas: You speak more than enough for the both of us.
Zevran: A-ha! Yes, true. But what fun is talking if you don’t have a partner to do it with?
Solas: I’m sure you will let me know eventually. 


Zevran: How long have you traveled alone, Solas?
Solas: For quite some time. I have kept more familiar company in the Fade for many years. Why?
Zevran: Then it must have been some time for you.
Solas: Some time since what?
Zevran: Since you last had a lover.
Solas: What?
Zevran: Assuming you’ve had lovers, of course.
Solas: That’s… That is not important right now. We have far greater concerns at hand.
Zevran: Very true. Only it helps in times of trouble to seek… release, does it not?
Solas: I prefer to focus on our current goals. Such distractions would… complicate matters.
Zevran: Suit yourself.


Zevran: You do not approve of my line of work?
Solas: Death may sometimes be necessary, but the decision to end a life should never be taken lightly. Never for reasons as shallow as greed.
Zevran: No need to sound so angry, my friend. I understand the nature of my craft. Am I to be shamed for not properly mourning the lives that I take? I would rather not waste my time feeling guilty for something I cannot change. At least now I have the power to choose who I kill - and more often than not, it’s Crow’s blood I’m spilling.
Solas: For revenge? Or in order to eliminate the competition?
Zevran: Can’t it be both?


Solas: You were enslaved by the Crows?
Zevran: A slave? I would not exactly call myself as such…but yes, I suppose that is accurate.
Solas: They owned you, held complete control over your life. And then you escaped. You sought your freedom.
Zevran: You make it sound so noble. I am flattered. Though perhaps the story is less impressive if you consider my survival depended on sweet talking the person I had just attempted to kill while trying not to spill my guts into the dirt. It was less of an escape and more… knowing how to see an opportunity when it presented itself. I’ve had to end a number of lives since in order to maintain my independence from my former employers. But it makes it so much more satisfying, doesn’t it? Killing for your own purpose, instead of someone else’s.
Solas: I am not certain… but I understand your meaning.


Solas: Assassinations are common in Antiva, I take it? If they were not, the Crows would not be such a formidable organization.
Zevran: It makes the process so much easier when you simply eliminate the competition, no?
Solas: It may be efficient, but it is a shortsighted approach. A leader is nothing without his people and fear can only be an effective tool for so long without breeding chaos. One may require death as a means to an end, but to do so simply in the pursuit of more power…
Zevran: The fallout was never my concern or my specialty. I was always long gone with coin in hand by that point.
Solas: Have you ever wanted something more than that? To have your work strive towards a greater purpose?
Zevran: (laughs) Why do you ask? Is it possible our humble apostate is in the market for an assassin?


[Romanced Solas]

Zevran: She is quite beautiful, isn’t she?
Solas: Who?
Zevran: Come now, Solas. We both know who I am speaking of. Just as we both know precisely where your eyes were lingering a moment ago…
Solas: I’m certain you are mistaken.
Zevran: I cannot blame you. Admittedly, I’ve been enjoying the view myself. Quite an ample handful, no?
Solas: Please, for once, resist the urge to keep speaking.


[Romanced Solas]

Zevran: You know the Inquisitor well, don’t you?
Solas: I would like to think so.
Zevran: Tell me… What does Lavellan look for in a lover?
Solas: Excuse me?
Zevran: How would I woo her, if I were so inclined? Does she favor dashing good looks? Passionate embraces? Someone to sweep her off of her feet? 
Solas: (annoyed) No. I would not say she cares for such things.
Zevran: Oh, Solas. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.
Solas: What?
Zevran: Do you not think yourself handsome? A desirable lover? I could teach you some things that may bolster your confidence in that regard.
Solas: This is not a conversation I wish to have. Least of all with you.
Zevran: (laughs) Do not worry, my friend. I only tease the people I like. Most of the time, anyway.

[banter for Solas + Merrill]
[banter for Fenris + Solas]
[banter for Fenris + Romanced Solas]

SnK - AoT New Ending Analyze!

Cause that is my favorite thing to do.

But first, a little warning if you are an anime only fan!

Originally posted by ithelpstodream

Major manga spoilers.

You know what to do better than me.

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I’ve accepted that no matter how hard I try and wish that things would go back to the way they used to be between us they won’t. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you but I’ve learned to be grateful for what we had and not to be bitter that we don’t have it anymore. You came into my life right when I needed you and I think you left right when you needed to as well. Things may not have went the way I wanted them to go between us but I do think that it all worked out in the end, we’re not together and we never will be, I don’t really think we were ever meant to be. I’ve accepted that we’re strangers again and I think that’s what we were always meant to be, I think we make better strangers than we did anything else and finally I realise that that’s okay and that I will be okay too.
—  everything happens for a reason, it really does.

“I like when it storms.

I like when it rains for a long period of time, when almost everything is being saturated in the infinity of water.

Because this is how my mind works.

At first it rains a little with small worries, like did I forget to turn off my bedroom light or did I remember to tell my mom I loved her.

Then it turns to flooding, when I question what I am out on this earth for or will I get into the college of my dreams.

When my mind starts hurting me and my heart starts to ache.

‘My mom is disappointed in me.’

‘She doesn’t need me anymore, she’s got him.’

'I wish I had a better relationship with my family.’

'I’m to fat and ugly, I will never find love.’

These are the times when my mind is flooding, when I start to feel like I don’t need to be around anymore.

The times when I’m considering hurting myself or ending my pain.

Then the sun comes out for a period of time. Everything’s good and I truly smile and have a great time with life.

Those times I am at my high peak, where I feel the most loved.

But…everything that goes up, has to come down again.

And maybe…just maybe, my next flooding may just be my last.”

—  aoi-kiyoko
how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
2-6 Word Starters

Send me one for my muse’s reaction!

  • “Are you lost?”
  • “As you wish.”
  • “Come with me.”
  • “Can you walk?”
  • “Dance with me.”
  • “Did you see that?”
  • “Do you like it?”
  • “Don’t go that way.”
  • “Don’t let them push you around.”
  • “Don’t try to talk.”
  • “How are you feeling?”
  • “How did you get here?”
  • “I brought you food.”
  • “I followed you.”
  • “If you need anything, call.”
  • “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
  • “I love the ocean.”
  • “I’m not answering that.”
  • “I want ice cream.”
  • “I will avenge you.”
  • “I’ve always loved you.”
  • “Laughing at me won’t end well.”
  • “Let’s go stargazing.”
  • “Let’s go swimming.”
  • “Let me introduce myself. I’m ___ “
  • “Lie still.”
  • “Maps and I don’t get along.”
  • “May I braid your hair?”
  • “Nice clothes.”
  • “Nice weather we’re having.”
  • “Please turn the light on.”
  • “Pickles are gross.”
  • “Show me.”
  • “That isn’t for you to know.”
  • “That you for saving my life.”
  • “There is a full moon tonight.”
  • “There is food in the fridge.”
  • “There is more to the story.”
  • “These clothes are ridiculous.”
  • “They think we are in love.”
  • “This is comfortable.”
  • “This is for you.”
  • “Wait for me.”
  • “Want me to go with you?”
  • “What did you do?”
  • “What is your name?”
  • “What is this place?”
  • “Where are we going?”
  • “Where did you put it?”
  • “Where is your sense of adventure?”
  • “Who did this?”
  • “Why did you come here?”
  • “Why do you ask?”
  • “Why don’t we slip away?”
  • “Will you come with me?”
  • “Words can’t hurt me.”
  • “You don’t have to take that.
  • “You look terrible.”
  • “You have the softest hair.”
  • “You rest.”
  • “You’re my everything.”

scribblesthecheetahwolf  asked:

Hey Shadow. Did you ever have to hide who you were from your friends and family? The reason I ask is because my family is not pro-LGBT and my dad has caught me texting my boyfriend multiple times. What do I do?

Oh god yes. For years. When I came out to my parents it was so horrible it scared me for years. My mother was in tears, my father and I never had the same relationship. They have mellowed out to it after all this time but it was rough.

That was my parents. They forced me to not say a word to any of my other relatives, and I had no choice or they would cut me off. My home state is very homophobic. I knew of gay kids in high school who were harassed and rumors of being beaten when I was in school. I wasn’t even out then, nor did I realize I was gay.

My college, which was considered liberal, there was still a lot of discrimination. There were restaurants that wouldn’t serve my boyfriend and I. The servers would take our orders and never return, and we tried to look like just friends going out.

Some of my friends were even completely disowned by their parents. The final straw was when my local state representative won by a wide percentage on the platform that gay people should be imprisoned. I am not talking about that long ago this was 2014-2015.

Kota and I decided that it was time to leave. We left all of our family and friends to go to a gay friendly state away from the religious zealots and Republicans.

This does have a happy ending. As you know Kota and I did get married last year. I finally did come out to all of my family despite my parents. LOL I did it by posting pictures and announcing my marriage on facebook. (Keep in mind I hadn’t even said I was dating anyone for the last 6 years or ever post a picture of Kota and I. )

It went pretty well. Most were supportive, or at least knew to bite their tongues.

This will work out in time, you may need to make changes in your life, but it will be ok. If you think it is time to come out, then do it.

Break-up Novella.

PART FOUR: IT’S JUST GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

I’m not 100% on this specific part of the Break-Up Novella bit I felt like I needed a filler part in between Parts 3 and 5. I promise you, Part 5 will be filled and it’ll be better and we’ll see their relationship really get better. There may or may not be a cheeky smut scene at the end, as well as the cutest scene I think I’ve ever written in my life. 

I’m really iffy on this part, so, I apologise in the horrendous flow. I really tried to work through it, I can promise you, haha. Chances are, I will come back to this a really re-do it to fit the novella properly. I lost all inspiration for this section and I’m so unsure as to why. I think I’ve just been SO excited to write the final part because I hate it when the missus and Harry fight because I just love them and I’m rooting for them SO hard… :(((

Enjoy! xx

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Destiel and Cockles Fic List

Copper Park

(Words: 9843) - Audio Version Attached

(AU) The world isn’t fair– Dean has known that for a long time; but when he finds himself out on the streets, that’s when he realizes just how cruel the world can actually be, and, how beautiful.

In the Spine

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Cas reads a letter from Dean.

The Perfect Gift

(Words: 2368)

Castiel has a big problem concerning Dean … thankfully, Sam is always around to help

Can’t Stop

(Words: 5863)

He needs to get out of his own head, so what better way to do that than to read? That’s how Dean end up reading “Twist and Shout”.

High Rise / Hard Fall

(Words: 17, 376)

(NSFW) Castiel Novak lives a simple life. He has his simple car, his simple apartment, his simple clothes and his amazing, astounding, wonderful pet cat, James. What more could he possibly need?

A Beast’s Perspective

(Words: 2508) - Audio Version Attached

Benny remembers purgatory– Benny remembers everything.

The Book

(Words: 1884) - Audio Version Attached

Dean finds something in Cas’s jacket pocket

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I hate when people refer to my drug addiction as “partying”. The party stopped long ago before the addiction began, it hasn’t been partying since the very beginning  of my drug use. I may be high, but it isn’t fun anymore, certainly no where near a damn party. I need to invade my veins with smack and my lungs with crack just to function normally enough to start my day.  My life is consumed by addiction. Partying is a part of most peoples lives at some points on weekends or late nights, addiction is such a massive part of my life that when the weekend ends and the night turns to day I’m still trapped in the brutal cycle of drug addiction, this is no fucking party, it’s a nightmare.
—  journal entry 11-13-16
JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starters

- suggested by Anonymous

  • “I’m willing to see our transactions through, are you, [sir]?”
  • “I’m fighting to protect my family from those that wish it harm, I doubt very much that your resolve is equal to mine”
  • “Perhaps… Perhaps the time [he] foretold has come. If this is my destiny, I accept it”
  • “Walking on water when you obviously lack proper training is quite an accomplishment”
  • “You truly are the lowest scum in history”
  • “Good grief, don’t underestimate me just because I’m a kid”
  • “I feel bad, kicking a guy when he’s down, but… Nah, I don´t feel bad about this at all. My friends and a lot of bystanders are dead because of you”
  • “Impossible? We did a lot of impossible things on this journey. I’m tired of hearing that things are impossible or useless. Those words mean nothing to us”
  • “Shoot me if you want to! But you better be prepared to face the consequences”
  • “The last thing I need right now is listening to trash like you, let alone being touched by you”
  • “You’re god damn right! Everything worked out according to the plan… From the very beginning!”
  • “I shall give you a chance. Go down two steps and I’ll let you join my side again. But if you rather die, then climb those stairs”
  • “Are you really trying to shoot me? I like you”
  • “You can’t pay back what you owe with money”
  • “What are you doing!? Unforgivable!”
  • “I..I can’t lay a finger on [him]”
  • “I’m back from hell, [name]!”
  • “Do you remember how many breads you’ve eaten in your life?”
  • “Your upbringing made you a villain, you say? It didn’t! You’ve been evil since your birth!“
  • “I reject my humanity, [name]!”
  • “I’m curious. Why would you do that? What was the purpose behind it?”
  • “You picked the wrong man to mess with, pig!”
  • “What did you say? Depending on your answer, I may have to kick your ass!”
  • “Shut the hell up! You’re so damn annoying, you bitch!”
  • “Well, you’re about to fall down to hell, sobbing the whole way down”
  • “Good grief. I can’ let a kid who likes dogs… get killed!”
  • “W-who the hell are you!? Do you think you’re going to get a away with this?!”
  • “What the hell did you just say about my hair?!”
  • “Nice watch. I’m going to break it so you can never tell time again. Your face, that is”
  • “When I have to repeat something that only needs to be said once… It means that the listener is unintelligent. I’ve told you that I don’t have money, because I’ve already paid. Please, don’t make me repeat myself a third time”
  • “You should have realized it, right? When you try to kill others, you may end up being killed yourself”
  • “You said one can kill if [he] is humiliated? You’re right. It’s important indeed. You’ve insulted the life of the old man who had nothing to do with you at all!”
  • “If you don’t start talking, the torture will keep on escalating! You’ve seen the culprit… did they tell you to stay quiet?”
  • “Only the results! This world only remembers the results!”
  • “You bastard! Are you making fun of me?!”
  • “I’ve always… cherished you”
  • “Didn’t you once say that everything should have a name?”
  • “Trying to use the same move on me twice is a big mistake!”
  • “You’re just as good at coming up with bullshit as I am!”
  • “Dare you defeat me with such lackluster legerity?!”
  • “Just a little bit… one sip couldn’t hurt.”
About Time // Part 7

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 8.5 |

Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au, Soulmate!au), Smut / 14,858 words

Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)

Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion

Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

Warning: this part has a smut scene ;)

a/n: in this fic/series I made the characters to have similar ages, and not completely the same as their real age. So technically Jungkook, Jimin and the OC all have the same age. Just a little fyi in case you are confused with the timelines.

Originally posted by won-der-land89


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The One That Got Away [Chapter 12]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 12 of The One That Got Away

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut


“I’m… I’m listening,” you whimpered, holding back the tears that stung your eyes.

You blinked, letting them trail off your lashes and onto your cheeks.

He brushed them all away with his thumb. His touch was so delicate, so loving. It amazed you how actions so small could fill you to the brim with such raw emotion.

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I hope It’s alright to say I think I need a Hiatus, things are not going completely well on my end, and I really do want to draw for everyone here, but It’s become increasingly hard to even do what I love (drawing). My Finals are within the near future, and I have so many things I’d like to sort out before coming back here to post more, the Hiatus won’t be long, because I can’t for the life of me stay away from Tumblr and Art, haha. I hope I don’t upset anyone with taking a Hiatus, It may be long, may not be. But I hope everyone can also get through their hardships, and that you can be strong for others and for yourself. Remember, you are Loved and you’re Worth a lot and it’s okay to reach out to others, it’s hard. But it will help. I Love you all, and Everything will be okay. I hope to be back sooner than later. :)

Auston Matthews - Part 29

Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…

I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.

               Does he even care anymore? I think to myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life without him, I can stand a few more days.

               My phone rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with the screen and finally accept the call.

               “Hello?” I say.

               “Hi, honey,” my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.

               “Hi, dad! What’s going on?”

               “Still plan on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.

               “Yep, bright and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday morning.

               “Good girl, you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a little bit of hesitation in his voice.

               “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.

               “Hey I don’t know! You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,” he says defensibly and I giggle.

               “You’re safe dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

               We chat a bit more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s coming when St. Louis is in town.

               I had debated whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.

               The game ends in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss him. I miss him so much.

               Auston POV

               I stare at my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this picture was accurate then and it still is now.

               When my screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.

               “Hey,” I say after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something else.

               “Hey, so I was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the receiver.

               “Great, can you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.

               “Sure…” Dylan pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.

               “What?” I ask him.

               “It’s just… does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.

               I don’t say anything and Dylan sighs.

               “I knew it. Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,” Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.

               “I know Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts me off.

               “Alright that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone and I roll my eyes.

               “Whatever, bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.

               “No problem, bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off towards home. Towards Y/N.

               Regular POV

               Mitch sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.

               By the time they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch by my knees.

               Almost instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after thanking me for his meal.

               “Have you slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at him.

               “Count to twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.

               “Good to be home, smartass.”

               I nudge him with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting. Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.

               No one mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little too much to drink.  

               All of them seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing is reassuring. They stayed with me. My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.

               A few hours later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a single one of the boys.

               Zalla and Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.

               “I’m outside, honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are going to combust in the backseat.

               “I see you!” I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out and into my father’s waiting arms.

               “Hi, baby girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me. I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood stove from home.

               “I missed you,” I whisper and he laughs.

               “I gathered that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “I’m good, dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and eat an entire birthday cake myself.”

               “Ahh yes, that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.

               By the time we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house, spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working on at the university.

               Once we get to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but at his back.

               Every time my father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator that someone acknowledges me.

               “Mike, how are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and practices.

               They make small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.

               “Y/N! I didn’t see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across my face.

               “That she is,” my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.

               “I heard you’ve been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an eyebrow at me.

               ‘I’ve been here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their stares and look away.

               “She’s got a point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.

               “I’m surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying themselves.

               “Shouldn’t you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.

               “Only if they piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his face.

               We head back down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no one notices me.

               “Y/L/N!” Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct. Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door frame, a smirk on his face.

               “Ms. Y/L/N, to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?

               “Now the real question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.

               I look from where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.

               “Where did I go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.

               “Nineteen years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

               “Then I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy that would love me no matter what I did.

               My dad takes me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.

               We have to wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.

               The game wears on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to himself, rubbing his face.

               “What are you thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.

               “What? Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.

               “It’s almost ten…” I stare at him.

               “I didn’t say we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”

               “Alright,” I sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and I smile.

               I drive my dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my dad busies himself with the menu.

               “You seem awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as I thought.

               I shrug my shoulders and put my hands on my lap.

               “Let me see,” my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the little dangles.

               “This middle one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave you that one?”

               “Auston,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.

               “Should have guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to the menu.

               “You’re being weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.

               “What else is new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.

               Once I’m able to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.

               “Is there a reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”

               “What are you talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I pull up to a stop light and eye him.

               “Dad… I live less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”

               My dad turns his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.

               We ride in silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.

               “Are you positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.

               “Oh, Y/N, as much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his neck.

               “But I miss you,” I whine and he laughs.

               “I think there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,” he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.

               “You’re going great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.

               “Love you,” I say as he climbs out of the car.

               “Love you so much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the roof.

               I blow him one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.

               When I finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.

               I hear a snap and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer and into the hallway behind it.

               I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step forward.

sentence prompts ➝ set it off
  • ❛ please don’t ever come back with that smile.❜ 
  • ❛ Just thank God that we’ve never been caught.❜
  • ❛ I’m tryin’ hard to shake this but you have got me spinning in circles.❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve let it all go to my head for the last damn time .❜ 
  • ❛ I want you to open your eyes.❜
  • ❛ There’s no I in Love, but there’s a “U” in Lust.❜
  • ❛ The front may be pretty but the heart is still black ❜
  • ❛ Run while you can while you still have the chance ❜
  • ❛ you could be the death of me ❜
  • ❛ you’re probably the greatest girl I’ll ever meet ❜
  • ❛ our hips are stealing the show and we know your fake. ❜ 
  • ❛ If you prick them do they bleed? ❜
  • ❛ Your lip gloss glimmers but your pulse fades.❜
  • ❛ Just know that I’ll always be here no fear ❜
  • ❛ I couldn’t see the lies behind those eyes ❜
  • ❛ Baby take off your disguise and you’ll see sunsets and starlit skies ❜
  • ❛ Take my hand I’ll guide you there ❜
  • ❛ We will always be Best Friends ❜
  • ❛ you’ll never confess the secret ❜ 
  • ❛ you’ve just met your match ❜
  • ❛ You had your chance and you threw it all away ❜
  • ❛ It’s high time you realize that this is what you had in store ❜
  • ❛ You’ve been outdone ❜
  • ❛ I know I never wanted to see you fall ❜
  • ❛ May your lips taste of mine when you kiss him. ❜
  • ❛ Why is it that you always take it out on me? Is it what you need to make your life complete? ❜
  • ❛ Should I stay or should I go? ❜
  • ❛ You say that there’s no happy endings but in this story, the good guy gets the girl.❜
  • ❛ So I’ll wait for you even though you don’t want me to.❜
  • ❛ Just sit back and deal with the hand you’re dealt. .❜
  • ❛ Face Facts, it won’t be easy this time. .❜
  • ❛ I am a victim, but I choose to be .❜
  • ❛ This bottle of Bacardi Is making me a little bit testy.❜
  • ❛ Who knew that immaturity was an anthem, The song that you sing when you lose your way.❜
  • ❛ Nothing to do? Well let’s argue.❜
  • ❛ Talking to you is just like breathing with a broken lung, I’d much rather “hang out” with a noose for fun.❜
  • ❛ If you think you’ve hurt me you’re oblivious.❜
  • ❛ Now listen as I tell them what became of us. ❜
  • ❛ Shoo fly don’t bother me. ❜
  • ❛ Your friends don’t know you put me through this, cause the picture you painted for them was all wrong. ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and call me a liar. ❜
  • ❛ Tell everyone I never loved you. ❜
  • ❛ Through time and loneliness the boy found clarity, which he chose to release on the world through insanity. ❜
  • ❛ And I can’t stand this pain they cause me ❜
  • ❛ I think that I’m falling for you❜
  • ❛ All I know I need is you ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the way I want to end this night. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid of facing living life without you t. ❜
  • ❛ This is not what I intended at all, How can we let this all slip away? ❜
  • ❛ Go ahead and cast your little judgmental glances; I’m not defenseless. ❜
  • ❛ I created a monster, a hell within my head ❜
  • ❛ Awake me from my nightmare ❜
  • ❛ Her lips are the gun, and her tongue are the bullets ❜
  • ❛ Tell me what am I to do, with a double dose of you? ❜
  • ❛ As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes. ❜
  • ❛ This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see. ❜
  • ❛ Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand and kindly, repeat after me: "I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead!“ ❜
  • ❛ Tell them to leave you’re coming home with me . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been sitting here for hours . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve lost myself in make-believe . ❜
  • ❛ I’ve waited ten long years just to tell you I’m fearless . ❜
  • ❛ Do you believe in happy endings? ❜
  • ❛ And so I’ll say I finally wrote your song at last, sorry that this one came out so sad❜
  • ❛ I hear people speak of how you’d be so proud of me.❜
  • ❛ I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why.❜
  • ❛ You’ll never take us alive.❜
  • ❛ We swore that death will do us part.❜
  • ❛ They’ll call our crimes a work of art.❜
  • ❛ We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners.❜
  • ❛ Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way.❜
  • ❛ A morbid painting on display, this is the night the young love died, buried at each others side.❜ 
  • ❛ It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.❜
  • ❛ No one will love you like I did.❜
  • ❛ if you couldn’t tell, baby’s got a thirst for blood.❜
  • ❛ You’re better on your own.❜
  • ❛ It’s fun and games until we both get hurt.❜
  • ❛ We play with fire ‘cause we like the way it burns.❜
  • ❛ You’re not fooling anyone, not you, not me.❜
  • ❛ I can’t quite contain or explain my evil ways.❜
  • ❛ a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning .❜
  • ❛ black sheep, have you any soul?❜
  • ❛ by the way, what the hell are morals?❜
  • ❛ Karma’s gonna come collect your debt.❜
  • ❛ Aware, you stalk your prey with criminal mentality.❜
  • ❛ You sink your teeth into the people you depend on.❜
  • ❛ I smell the blood of a petty little coward.❜
  • ❛ Show me how you justify telling all your lies like second nature .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll change, abandon all your wicked ways. make amends and start anew again .❜
  • ❛ Maybe you’ll see all the wrongs you did to me .❜
  • ❛ Who am I kidding?❜
  • ❛ Now, let’s not get overzealous here.❜
  • ❛ If I could kill you I would but it’s frowned upon in all fifty states .❜
  • ❛ Having said that, burn in hell.❜
  • ❛ Because when you take this out on me my knees get weak with that heart of kryptonite.❜
  • ❛ You made me the bad guy .❜
  • ❛ Miss mysterious, who are you?❜
  • ❛ I tried to reach, outstretch my hand but you turned around instead .❜
  • ❛ I stole the moon, I drove through that bleak December .❜
  • ❛ You were my touch of duality and I’ll haunt your every dream .❜ 
Perfect ~Jerome x Reader~

// Here is the request I got for a Jerome x Reader to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I hope you like it!

 

Need to know: Y/n is a part of Haly’s Circus and is best friends with Jerome, (they only really have each other)

Warnings: Mild swearing. One of those cute little scenes that people seem to like; kissin and fluffy stuff. Last few lines were changed so that they could be said to someone…. *gasp*

Rating: Mid-Fluff

Title: Your Perfect. //

 

I found a love for me
Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead
Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 
Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time

Y/n skips over to Jerome’s trailer, a huge smile plastered across her face as she sees the pale ginger sitting on the steps to the trailer he shares with his mother. He perks up a bit as he sees her heading over and stands up, walking to meet her halfway. He reaches out quickly, grabbing her arm gently and tugging her into a hug. Y/n can tell something’s wrong the second he buries his face in her neck. She can feel the cold wetness of tears on his face, the shaking of his body against hers as he loses all control. Jerome sobs silently and flattens his palms to her back, sniffing slightly. 

“Y/n, y/n, y/n.” He mumbles. She pulls back from his embrace, a bewildered look clouding her features.

“Jerome, calm down. Hey, hey!” She places her hand on the side of his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Tell me what’s wrong. Was it your mom? Did she beat you again?” Y/n’s voice is filled with anger as she searches his eyes. “I swear to- if she hurts you again I’m going to,”

“No, no it’s not that. It’s just- I wanted, I wanted to…” He inhales deeply, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I mean, yes. That bitch did give me a good beating, but that’s not the point. That’s not what’s important.” He begins to shake slightly as he places his hands on either side of her face, his eyes widening and a low, dull craze building behind them. He licks his lips, his eyes misty as he searches her face. “Moms will be moms, won’t they?” He laughs and then shakes his head slowly. He traces his thumb across y/n’s lips, tilting his head. “I wanted to- no, no. I needed to tell you y/n, I need to tell you. You’re so important to me y/n, you’re the only thing I have left. If I were to lose you,” his voice breaks, and he swallows roughly, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I don’t know what I’d do, y/n. I won’t let it happen, I won’t let you leave me.”

“I’m not trying to leave you, Jerome what are you talking about.” Y/n asks.

“No, no, I’m not done, wait.” He moves forward, backing her up against the trailer, gripping her face with one hand, his other sliding down to her neck. “Y/n, you’re better than anyone, anything I could have ever imagined. If I’m right, if I’m right you care about me, y/n.” Her eyes widen.

“How, how…”

 

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time
But darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine
 

Jerome’s eyes light up, taking that as a confirmation. He moves as close as he can, meeting her gaze. “I’ve always thought of you as my best friend, as my only friend. I thought this is how friends feel towards each other, but it can’t,” he shakes his head. “It can’t be.” He tilts his head down, bringing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. More of a question, a whisper; may I? Y/n responds almost immediately, kissing Jerome back slowly, closing her eyes. His heart beats quickly as he lets out a small sigh of relief and content, not breaking the kiss. Y/n brings her hand up and grips the end of his fiery hair, eliciting a small noise from the back of his throat.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead on hers. “I love you…I love you y/n. You’re the only thing I’ve ever loved, I need you in my life.” She places her hand on the side of his face, and he tilts his head, leaning into her touch. Jerome makes a small whining noise, placing his hand over y/n’s and holding it firmly, opening his eyes to meet her stare. “You’re mine, y/n. You’re my y/n,” he murmurs and turns his head, kissing the palm of her hand before pulling it away.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own 
We are still kids, but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
Baby I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling you look perfect tonight

 

Y/n’s lips curl into a smile, and Jerome stares at the ground. “It’s kinda cold out here,” he mutters, furrowing his brows. Before she can say anything, he pulls his sweater over his head, leaving him in a normal t-shirt. He pulls it over y/n’s head, causing her to laugh. “Come on, let’s go inside. I don’t want you getting sick.” He laughs, holding her hand and pushing the trailer door open. He stops in the doorway, making room for y/n to walk past him before he shuts the door. Jerome moves forward, practically tackling her onto the small couch, pulling her to him. 

“W-what are you doing Jerome?” She giggles, burying her face in his chest.

“Cuddling. Apparently, it’s something couples do.” Jerome states in a baffled voice, causing y/n to giggle loudly. “I was thinking, ya know, in those seconds after I professed my love to you, remember that?” Y/n nods. “Good memories…anyhow, like I was saying, I was thinking we should do more…coupley things.”

“Mmh, really? Like what?” Y/n asks, peeking up at him.

“I dunno. I could take you out, if you want. We could watch movies, celebrate an anniversary…”

“Don’t we have to be together a while for that last one?”

“Nah, we could just pretend.” He smiles down at her, and raises his eyebrows. “Or, ya know, we could…” He finishes his statement with a wink and an eyebrow wiggle. The facial expression alone sends y/n into a fit of laughter.

“Jerome, no!” She chuckles, shaking her head and shrinking into the oversized sweater. He rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“I was just suggesting it. Anywho, I’m fine just sitting here. Looking at you, holding you…kissing you?” He phrases the last part as a question, yet doesn’t wait for her to answer. He pulls y/n up to him and kisses her slowly, tangling his hand in her hair.

She smiles against Jerome’s lips, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red when he grips her waist, attempting to pull her closer.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he murmurs, studying her face deeply. “All I need is you, y/n, I need you in my life.”

“Why are you saying that so much? I’m not that dumb,” she jokes, only pausing in her laughter when she sees his face fall. “Jerome? What’s wrong?” He sits up and y/n slides back, sitting in front of him.

“You…you can’t tell anyone.” He murmurs.


Baby I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person….

She stares forward at him. “Jerome what…where’s your mom?” His head tilts back as a smile spreads across his face, standing up and pushing the door open.

“That’s the thing,” he says, leaping out into the small patch of grass and throwing his arms up in the air. Y/n follows him out, her heart racing. “She’s gone!” He shouts out. “I got rid of here, but here’s the thing, the catch.” He turns to her, his eyes darkening. “There’s a cop. Jimbo Gordon…I think he knows I did it.” Y/n’s eyes widen, and she steps forward.

“We have to get out of here-we have to get you out of here, Jerome,” he doesn’t listen to y/n’s pleas, only grabs her hands and pulls her too him, waltzing around the patch of grass. “Jerome-Jerome, Jerome! Jerome please listen to me, Jerome, you’re going to go to jail. This is serious-Jerome!” He dips her which makes y/n yelp softly. When Jerome pulls her back up they spin around for a few seconds before he kisses her slowly.

“I know. I know, but that doesn’t matter righ-”

“If you go, I’m going down with you.” Y/n interrupts, not breaking his gaze.

“What?”

“I’ll take some of the blame for it, I’m an accomplice, technically. I’ll go wherever they put you, Jerome. I’m not going to leave you.” Instead of arguing, Jerome just smiles and caresses y/n’s cheek.

You look perfect, no I don’t deserve this…
You look perfect…tonight…
” He mumbles, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss.

Hello Tumblr. My name is Alex. I identify as FTM Transgender and I survived EX gay conversion therapy. I’m here to tell my story- A while back in 2011 for my 11th grade year of high school, my mother sent me to a Christian private school called Calvary Chapel. That was bad enough on its own with the constant states and remarks, being accused and disciplined for acts I didn’t do, and rebelling against the uniform code to wear pants instead of a skirt. Calvary Chapel was a bad enough place on its own but I also soon came to find out they held ex gay conversion therapy there courtesy of Exodus International, a cult which luckily closed its doors a couple years back because the main man admitted he still likes dudes. Let me put it out there that I like women and was out as lesbian at the time, but secretly I identified as Trans because If I had come out as Trans to my family I would probably be DEAD. So my mother literally tricks me, tells me we’re going out to eat and then instead takes me to my school. I knew what was up so I started to run. She chased after me grabbed me, held me down and dragged me into the conference room, and said “you better change your disgusting sinner ways” and left me there with this older blonde woman staring at me. I had no idea what the hell was happening so I said “where am I!?” The women said “you’re going to be converted to being straight by me, your mentor. Your mother thought it would be best to put you in gay conversion therapy” immediately I rose up and screamed “I was FORCED to go here you can’t make me!” The women said “your parents have every right to bring you here and there is no law stating they can’t they’re doing what’s best for you and your soul.” By that time I was about freaked out and ready to go, but instead I broke down crying my eyes out for the rest of the session basically staying silent otherwise. Future appointments consisted of me going straight to therapy after Christian school. Hiding my face incase anyone knew where I was going. Therapy was starting to shame me. Normal every day therapy would be starting out reading a verse from the bible, reciting it three times and asking God for my forgiveness. Then we would go over my conversion homework (which I will get into later), then she would make me lay down on a table while she prayed over me. She would ask me things like “have you had any lesbian urges?” “What do you think God thinks of those?” “What will happen if you act on those urges?” Afterwards she would sit me down in front of a computer and make me watch some type of hypnotism therapy. Daily, it was over and over “you will go to hell if you are gay” “why would you want to live the gay lifestyle” it also literally looked like hypnotism on the screen, not only that but the women would hypnotize me herself, which is partially why I’m having trouble recollecting my memories of this. A lot of it I blacked out during. Onto the homework. The homework consisted of huge pamphlets that I would have to read every day. All of stories of gay people who fell to their sin, or people who successfully “became straight”. After every story I would have to answer a page of questions such as, “what should John have done to control his homosexual urges” and “what would you have done in his situation” “WHY is homosexuality a sin and what will happen if you act on it” being as scared as I was at the time it actually started getting to me. For a while I rebelled and wrote “nothing nothing nothing” or “homosexuality isn’t a sin” but eventually I became afraid, the “therapy” started “working” and I wrote things like “I will go hell” “that character died and became a drug addict because they were gay” “that character went to college and got married because they were straight” and so on. One time I asked the woman who was counseling me, “have you ever been gay?” She gave me a long look and said, “never tell anyone.” “I used to be a lesbian but now I’m married.” I said, “have you ever even kissed a girl?” She said “no”. Right then she lost credibility to me that and it was sad. After every session she would make me read from the bible the verse where it says something like “nor the murderers, adulterers, or homosexuals, ect will enter the kingdom of heaven.” Don’t you like my word for word quote? Lol But seriously halfway through the year I hauled my ass out of there and stopped going because it started to have effects on me negatively. I became more suicidal, and the effects still last on me to this day. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night crying to my girlfriend asking her if I’m going to go to hell. I’m tied down by religion because I’m afraid of going to hell. This stuff did some serious damage to me, and although it might not be as bad as some of the stories out there I wanted to give people a look into what leelah alcorns life may have been like. When I heard of her passing I thought “that was me”. That’s why I want to put an end to conversion therapy! I need leelahs law to be passed! Please share my story. I want as many people to know the horrors and dangers of conversion therapy as possible.

PLEASE GO SPREAD MY RECENT SUICIDE POST!