i weep in the face of beauty

How a Phichit youtube video goes

Phichit: Today we answer the question y’all have been dying to know. Do figure skating legend Katsuki Yuuri got teh booty? We went on the streets to find out!

*cut to the world championship*

Phichit: So, do Katsuki Yuuri got booty? What do you think?

Chris: Oh yeah, definitely! Baby got back.


Yakov: …. please go away.


Milla: Thumbs up, I saw him skating today. It doesn’t disappoint. The booty is real.




Victor, tearing up: Phichit you don’t understand, I had to make powerpoints, slides, I have charts, I got pictures, video, photographic evidence to map the booty but it doesn’t make sense. The firmness, the bounce, it defies the realm of possibility, I stay up at night think- 


Michele: That pervert? Since Chris likes him, probably.


Seung-gil: Why am I here?

Phichit, off-camera: I just wanted your face on tape you beautiful Korean man-bird.


Phichit: So as we can see, popular opinion is that Katsuki Yuuri, ace of Japan, got dat ass. As we can see in this shot *picture of Yuuri’s butt* and this shot *close up*, and this shot *closer close up*, and this shot *just a black screen it’s so close*, Yuuri’s booty is a rare specimen of booty.

*cut to a shot of Victor gently weeping over Yuuri’s pants*

Victor, crying: I love him so much


Phichit: So in conclusion, do Katsuki Yuuri got teh booty? Chris?


*Yuuri walks in on Chris and Phichit yelling, a shot of Yuuri’s ass on screen and Victor crying in the corner*

Yuuri: Phichit! What’s happening?? i think you broke my husband!! Is that my ass? what.

Random YOI headcanons
  • Victor and Yuri are the kind of married-for-decades couple who sit quietly browsing their own phones while waiting for food in a restaurant, but they’re playing footsie under the table (Victor’s probably just texting Yuri strings of emojis anyway) 
  • Victor would be an over-indulgent and spoiling father, leaving poor, squishy, kind and soft Yuri to be the tough-dad
  • They start sleeping in the same bed in the winter, meaning heat-seeking Yuri always tangles up their legs and cuddles super close and wedges his face into the curve of Victor’s neck, all of which Victor is SUPER INTO, and it becomes a nightly go-to-sleep ritual habit, so they end up always sleeping like that even when it’s crazy hot summer and 100 degrees after dark, because being any further apart in bed feels unnatural.
  • Once Victor feels more psychological safety that Yuri is all his he becomes less clingy, which in turn makes Yuri emotionally insecure and super clingy. It takes a little while for them to navigate the right balance, leading to some perfectly normal couple spats, since neither of them have actually been in love or in a long-term (in their case, permanent) relationship before. Eventually by the time they tie the knot they’ve figured it out.
  • Victor’s skincare and haircare game is on point. He’s all up into Korean beauty products and does the 10-step regime and forces Yuri into it too. They face-mask together. 
  • Makkachin is an immortal doggo and will never die, I will, weeping, fight anyone who disagrees.

The Hobbit


Imagine Thorin Choosing To Court You

For My Followers

Nerves are bubbling in your stomach as your mother braids daintily crafted metal flowers into your hair. She made the metal and gemstone flowers for you, for your coming of age ceremony. Your father and her are the kings best blacksmiths because they can craft in such detail.

“Are you ready for your party (Y/N)?” your mother inquires as she finishes your hair. You’re finally ready we’ll psychically.

A long red dress with a golden belt cling to your form and your hair is in piles of fanciful raids. You couldn’t be more with pretty.

“I believe,” you reply and gulp. At the coming of age part for dwarves they choose a craft to pursue, suitors come forward to request courting, and man gifts are given. You are most nervous about the courting part.

“My sweet daughter all will be well. You do not have to accept any requests of courtship if you do not desire to,” your mother assures and kisses your forehead.

You’re concerned no one will request to court you. You’re rather unattractive in dwarvish terms and you haven’t many friends. The only close friend you have is Bilbo Baggins a dear friend of the kings. The kings nephews are very kind to you and the king is also polite when he sees you.

“Thank you mother,” you murmur and stand up. “Now it is time for us to get going. I would not want to be late for my own party.”


Your celebration goes smoothly through you choosing your craft and opening your gifts.

The courting part came up too suddenly for you.


“If any suitors wish to come forward and offer their hand to this dwarrowdam you are invited to do so now,” you father declares through gritted teeth.

From your read felt seat in the center of the large party hall you see no one stir.

And just like that all your greatest fears are realized. Now one wants to court you.

Trying to hold back tears you flash a false smile to the crowd and fluff your skirts.

“As I thought, shall we presume the festivities?” you suggest only barely managing to keep the waver from your voice.

“Wait,” a deep voice rumbles and your heart skips a beat.

Looking up you watch the crowd part and King Thorin stroll through to stand before you.

Whispers pick up in the crowd and you flush bright red.

“King Thorin? You’ve come to my celebration? I’m honored,” you say and move to stand so you can curtsy.

“Stay seated (Y/N),” he guides and you go till. “I have come to ask if I may court you.” Thorin kneels down and presents a bejeweled jewelry box to you. With shaky hands and a horde of butterflies in your stomach you reach out to it. Opening it up you find a golden tiara with shimmering gemstones encrusted in it.

“Is that?”

“I shattered the Arkenstone to forge a crown for when you become queen of you accept my request,” he explains and the crowd gasps.

You gape at him in utter shock. You had no idea this was coming.

“I accept,” you say barely above a whisper. He doesn’t hear you so you inhale deeply. “I accept.” The grin that spreads across his face makes your stomach roll in happiness.

“Bless you (Y/N),” he breathes and embraces you. The crowd claps and cheers while your parents weep tears of joy.

“You were always so polite I just thought..” you trail off unable to think clearly.

“(Y/N) you possess a heart unlike any other and a true beauty that rivals that of the Arkenstone. Every time we met you made me feel truly young and joyful again. I’ve known from the start that you are my one,” he confesses and you can help but grin wildly.

“I’ve always wished for you to court me and now it’s real. I’m just so happy,” you admit and stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“And I as well.”


Thorin and you court for a year before getting impatient and deciding to wed.

The crown fits you perfectly and you’re now known to be the heart of the king under the mountain.

Brienne’s feelings for Jaime

(there are probably more, but):

  • She had failed Renly, had failed Lady Catelyn. She must not fail Jaime. He trusted me with his sword. He trusted me with his honor. 

  • At Harrenhal the tubs had been huge, and made of stone. The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god. He climbed into the tub with me, she remembered, blushing. She seized a chunk of hard lye soap and scrubbed under her arms, trying to call up Renly’s face again. 

  • That night she dreamed herself in Renly’s tent again. All the candles were guttering out, and the cold was thick around her. Something was moving through green darkness, something foul and horrible was hurtling toward her king. She wanted to protect him, but her limbs felt stiff and frozen, and it took more strength than she had just to lift her hand. And when the shadow sword sliced through the green steel gorget and the blood began to flow, she saw that the dying king was not Renly after all but Jaime Lannister, and she had failed him.

  • She went to sleep dreaming of the fight they’d had, and of Ser Jaime fastening a rainbow cloak about her shoulders. 

  • All of it came pouring out of Brienne then, like black blood from a wound; the betrayals and betrothals, Red Ronnet and his rose, Lord Renly dancing with her, the wager for her maidenhead, the bitter tears she shed the night her king wed Margaery Tyrell, the mêlée at Bitterbridge, the rainbow cloak that she had been so proud of, the shadow in the king’s pavilion, Renly dying in her arms, Riverrun and Lady Catelyn, the voyage down the Trident, dueling Jaime in the woods, the Bloody Mummers, Jaime crying “Sapphires,” Jaime in the tub at Harrenhal with steam rising from his body, the taste of Vargo Hoat’s blood when she bit down on his ear, the bear pit, Jaimeleaping down onto the sand, the long ride to King’s Landing, Sansa Stark, the vow she’d sworn to Jaime, the vow she’d sworn to Lady Catelyn, Oathkeeper, Duskendale, Maidenpool, Nimble Dick and Crackclaw and the Whispers, the men she’d killed …

    “I have to find her,” she finished. “There are others looking, all wanting to capture her and sell her to the queen. I have to find her first. I promised Jaime. Oathkeeper, he named the sword. I have to try to save her … or die in the attempt.”

  • Or I could take the kingsroad south, Brienne thought. I could slink back to King’s Landing, confess my failure to Ser Jaime, give him back his sword, and find a ship to carry me home to Tarth, as the Elder Brother urged. The thought was a bitter one, yet there was part of her that yearned for Evenfall and her father, and another part that wondered if Jaime would comfort her should she weep upon his shoulder. That was what men wanted, wasn’t it? Soft helpless women that they needed to protect?

  • It wasn’t fair. She could not fight without her magic sword. Ser Jaime had given it to her. The thought of failing him as she had failed Lord Renly made her want to weep. “My sword. Please, I have to find my sword.”

  • She had bitten her tongue off as she waited. She spat it at the young knight’s feet, and saw the disgust on his face. “Brienne the Beauty,” he said in a mocking tone. “I have seen sows more beautiful than you.” He tossed the rose in her face. As he walked away, the griffins on his cloak rippled and blurred and changed to lions. Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me!
My Perfect Psycho

Warning!- Killer! Au, Blood, Death, Dirty talk, Knife play

Genre- Smut

Group- Monsta X

Member- Shin Hoseok/ Wonho

Admin- Aussi

Shin Hoseok was undoubtedly beautiful. His body was tall and lithe, covered in smooth muscles that you could sometimes see over his shirt. His straight teeth were covered by perfectly plump lips. His ears dipped out slightly, slimming his already angular face. His jawline was naturally sharp, adding to his beautiful profile. His eyebrows were full but not overwhelming in any way. And god his eyes. They were formed half moons when he laughed or smiled, melting anyone who could see. When he didn’t smile they pointed up slightly, giving him a cat-like eye- not that I was looking at him, of course.

Hoseok was charming. With the help of one sweet smile anyone would comply to whatever he wanted- male or female. In no way was he pushy about it, he was kind and bashful when he asked favors.

Hoseok was powerful. With a slight tilt to his lips and a seductive look in his eyes he could make the most respectable person fall to their knees, begging. He didn’t even have to speak.

Hoseok was smart. Since he was young Hoseok had always been considered a genius. His IQ and problem solving skills earned him spots in articles and any job he desired. This fame didn’t make him slack however, if anything it only made him work harder.

You could say he was the perfect man, everything anyone could ever want. So why would a man who could have anything he desired at his fingertips in an instant be a killer? Perhaps it’s because a life was the only thing that he couldn’t have with total ease. Perhaps he enjoyed seeing someone look at him with something other than admiration. Maybe playing cat and mouse with the police gave him a sick satisfaction. Because he was too smart and needed a challenge- a game that allowed no room for mistake. Maybe his parents were abusive- or too nice. Maybe it was as simple as a dysfunction in the orbitofrontal cortex.

He was a co worker of mine but we had never spoken out of a respectful ‘hello’ while passing each other. I knew of him of course, it was hard not to when everyone in the office cooed over how untouchable and attractive he was. He was a very friendly person, talking to anyone who started a conversation. He never showed romantic interest in anyone in the office however, no matter who threw themselves at him. This only spurred everyone’s interest, hoping they could be the one to date the Shin Hoseok.

You can imagine my surprise when our resident untouchable was on a date with a girl, whispering closely into her ear as she flushed a bright red. I was intrigued at the thought of our ‘ethereal Adonis’ who hadn’t shown attraction to the world’s most attractive and rich people being on a date with a seemingly ordinary person. These thoughts were disrupted when I looked into his coal eyes.

It wasn’t admiration in his eyes or love. They were calm, cold, and collected. He was scrutinizing her every move, observing her like a lab rat. She didn’t seem to notice past his facade, however, far too busy fawning over his looks.

I turned away from the couple, stopping by a food stand and ordering a few things to eat at home. Work was hard and I was far to exhausted to cook and too hungry to skip dinner. I handed the woman my money and thanked her before walking in the direction of home. After walking for a few minutes I spotted Hoseok with his arm slung around his dates waist.

They walked for a while through the winding roads of my neighborhood, the girl giggling loudly. Hoseok paused by a street light and turned her to face him. She smiled brightly as he slowly leaned in to kiss her. Voyeuristic as it may seem, I couldn’t look away.

So there I stood, watching silently as she closed her eyes and victorious smile crept onto Hoseoks lips. He leaned in so their noses brushed together. Instead of his mouth, his hand covered her lips. The girl brows furrowed slightly in confusion as she began to open her eyes.

The way the knife tore into the soft tissue of her skin was as fast as lightning and smoother than I would care to admit. I gasped but quickly closed my mouth and hid behind a corner, hot tears welling in my eyes. I peeked back, my heart repeatedly slamming into my chest.

Her eyes and mouth were open wide as she attempted to scream. Hoseoks hands latched on tighter, muffling the noise. He quickly slashed at her jugular as she looked at him pleadingly.Her eyes slowly drained of light as she slumped to the ground, dead.

I couldn’t help but let out a loud sob, making Hoseok to jerk around. I dropped my food and bolted, hearing the sounds of his feet padding after me. I took the shortcuts to my house, running faster than I ever had before.

I unlocked my door, hands shaking badly as I darted inside. I closed the door quickly but quietly and locked it behind me. My hands reached for my phone, dialing 911 but hesitating.

Who would believe that Shin Hoseok was a killer? He would charm his way out of a police investigation or come up with an alibi. He was a genius. Tonight was a mistake on his part. He hadn’t looked around and the both of us were facing the consequences.

I threw my phone across the room, tears streaming down my face as I hiccuped. The scene played in my head like a record, blood splattering onto the ground. I darted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time for my stomach to spill it’s contents inside the porcelain. I collapsed against the floor, weeping.

I put my hand over my mouth- much like Hoseok did to the girl- and screamed in anguish.

I walked into work, utterly exhausted from my lack of sleep and terrified at the idea of being recognized by the beautiful killer.

I walked briskly through the halls, trying to hurry to my desk where I was safe- well safer at least. A hand grasped my wrist and I jumped, freezing in place. A minute in the office and I was already caught.

I turned around to see Hoseok smiling curiously at me, “Why are you walking so fast?” He questioned, furrowing his brows playfully. Last night flashed behind my eyelids, causing me to flinch.

“I- I have a l-lot of work to do today and I drank lots of coffee so i’m jittery,” I lied, slowly pulling out of his grip. He nodded before smiling blindingly.

“Well have a good day!” I did my best to smile back at him. I muttered back that he should too and scurried away nervously. I was sitting in my cubicle, attempting to calm myself when my boss walked by.

“Are you okay?” He asked, resting a sweaty hand on my shoulder.

“I’m fine.” I gave him a pinched smile in return but he didn’t seem to notice. He gave me a pat on the back.

“I would hate for you to feel sick.” He added, looking sympathetic. I nodded quickly, hoping he could leave so I could bury myself in work. He sauntered to his office and I sighed in relief, slamming my forehead down on the wood of my desk.

I was sitting on the couch, attempting to engross myself in a good book when a knock sounded at the door. I stood up set my book aside before walking to the door and opening it, expecting a friend, instead peering into the dark eyes of Shin Hoseok. My eyes widened with shock but I composed myself, “Hoseok, what are you doing here?” I asked, faking a smile.

“You left your bag at the office and I thought you would need it. I thought I would bring it to you.” He explained kindly.

“Thank you.” I replied, taking my bag back. I moved to close the door but he wedged his foot in so I couldn’t.

“It’s rude not to even offer me coffee after coming all the way over here.” He said, frowning. I hesitantly opened the door and he pushed his way inside. I remained by the door for a minute before closing it reluctantly.

Hoseok was sitting on the couch when I turned around, waiting patiently for his coffee. I forced another smile before walking into the kitchen and beginning to make the coffee. It’s times like this I wish I had cyanide handy to slip into his drink. I knew for a fact that I couldn’t overpower the man or outsmart him. My only option was to feign innocence and hope would leave.

I poured the coffee into a mug and walked back into the living room. Hoseok looked up from his phone and placed it back in his pocket, “Thank you.” he said gratefully. I moved to set down the drink but my shaky hands caused it to spill slightly, the hot liquid stinging my hands.

Hoseok gasped, “Are you okay?” he took my hand in his own and observed it for burn marks. My heart fluttered slightly but I played it off as being nervous. It’s only to be expected while a devilishly handsome serial killer is touching you. I slowly pulled my hand out of his, cradling it slightly.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt that much.” I assured him, sitting down in a chair. Hoseok frowned, taking a sip of his coffee. I licked my lips, hurriedly thinking of an excuse. His eyes followed my tongue, lingering on my lips for a second

“You seem very nervous. Am I scary?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I haven’t had a guy alone with me in my house before. It’s nerve racking.” Hoseok took another sip of coffee. He stood up and circled the chair I was sitting in, pretty fingers trailing across the sides.

“I know that you know.” He whispered into my ear, plush lips brushing against the lobe. I bolted up from the chair and ran to the door but before I could reach it Hoseok slammed me into a wall, pinning my hands above my head, “That was rude.” he chided.

Fearful tears welled in my eyes, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear I won’t!” I promised. The man tsked in disapproval, his lips trailing over my neck and his breath tickling my ear. My breath stuttered at the close proximity.

“I know, Babygirl.” He said, kissing my neck. I held in the urge to moan, closing my eyes and soaking in the pleasure, “It wasn’t even hard to find out it was you. You brought the same bag you wore last night to work this morning and you were acting very suspicious. I decided to search your address and when I did I realized that you lived in the same area I was in last night.”

“I said I won’t tell anyone so just go.” I panted, heat pooling in my stomach. This was wrong- this was so fucking wrong. He licked a stripe on the underside of my my jaw and sucked on the skin just below my ear.

“You like this don’t you, Babygirl? Does being powerless like this turn you on?” Hoseok asked, nipping at my ear.

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BTS Reaction: You Have Anxiety

@kokobop-seahoon asked:

Hi buddy, I hope you don’t mind if I make another request. Could you maybe do a reaction for how the boys would help their s/o who has anxiety, or experiencing an anxiety attack? If this is a sensitive thing to write about just let me know, I’ll understand and I have no issue with changing my request. But if you do accept it, thank you tons in advance 💕

Of course I don’t mind! You can send me however many requests you want, sweety💕


Jin had the day free and had planned to take you out, but you weren’t feeling up to it. You two have been at home all day and you just keep thinking how much he had been looking forward to it. You are afraid that he’s secretly upset with you. Everytime you think about it, your heart starts racing and you get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jin has noticed how anxious you’ve been. It’s already 4 pm and you have refused to eat, saying your stomach was upset. He knows why.

“Jagiya,” he says as he turns the volume of the tv down so you can talk. “What’s making you so anxious?”

“Nothing. I’m fine,” you lie, you’re heartbeat picking up again.

“I know you better than that, princess,” he gently scolds you.

You give in and tell him what’s been bothering you. He listens carefully, pulling you onto his lap and tracing circles on your arm with his finger. He discovered once how this helped to calm you, and it has become a habit of his whenever you two are together. He’s even been know to let his hand wander under your shirt to trace circles on your lower back.

“I’m not upset.” His gentle reply works just as well as his soothing touch, and you sigh in relief. “I know you have bad days and don’t feel up to going out. It’s fine, as long as I can spend time with you.”

You look into his eyes and see that he’s being genuine. You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder.

“How about I cook us an early dinner, since you haven’t eaten, and you pick a movie for us to watch?”

You immediately agree once you realize how hungry you are.

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Imagine: You catch Ramsay's eye. He watches you, then he gives you revenge.

It was your voice that caught his attention. He was walking to feed the hounds when he heard you. You were by a small shop, talking to an old woman about how to make candles last longer.

He looked over, to try to see who had created such a beautiful sound. And it was you. Your physical features were gorgeous. Your hair was (H/L), and (H/C). It was a wonder how you looked so flawless. Ramsay stopped walking, fiddling with the keys in his hand. You looked wonderful delicious.

He was a young boy, a cruel boy. So the first thing on his mind was getting off. Satisfying his urges and lust.

Your eyes were dark, and when you noticed the lord was staring you looked over at him. Your heart also leapt. Those pretty big eyes locked with his and both your stomach’s jumped. It was like time froze. His throat tightened.

You smiled politely, before looking back to the woman you were talking to. It pissed Ramsay off greatly. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to think about him. To wonder. To lust. He wanted your mouth to water when you saw him.

He remembered your face and fed the dogs.


“I want five men following her at all times.” Ramsay said to his advisor. Since he killed his father, he was the warden of the North. So he was in control of everyone there.

“Gutter, Thoro, Tames, Red, and Scout.” He announced. “You five will make sure no harm comes to her. Do not let her know you are there, though. If she comes in contact with any of you, I will kill you.” He smiled darkly. “Understood?” They nodded. “Good.”

Ramsay had to admit, he was being stalkerish about this. But he had to make sure his little cardinal was safe. Especially out here in the North.

He found out soon you were a lady, you had visited from the fingers and decided to stay. You had formed a bond with one of the bed warmers, but thankfully you weren’t one of them. Ramsay would have to kill every man who touched you.

A few days went by and he convinced the bed warmers to get to know you, and tell him about you. Things you liked, loved, and hated. Your favorite flowers and books.

After a month he found out where you lived. It wasn’t from lack of information and struggle, it was because he had lots of things to do. But your place was in the tavern, sleeping in one of the rooms with your friend Ross.

He sent you the first gift right after that. It was a bundle of (F/F), your favorite flower. He didn’t let you know it was from him, though. The game was too fun to give that away so fast.

He ordered Ross to tell him how you reacted. And, it disappointed him. You didn’t seem happy, you looked annoyed. If Ross was being truthful, you even said “what dirty old man sent me this?”. Ross tried to convince you it was a romantic gesture. But you didn’t care. You were stuck on the idea it was some creep who wanted into you.

For the next few days he focused on his work. He didn’t care for getting Sansa back. He had another lady in mind. But he was still going to storm castle black. He was going to spoon Commander Snows eyes out. It infuriated him that the stark bitch and Reek escaped.

But he didn’t care too much. His army would win anyways. Soon enough he started thinking about you again.

He had heard you liked talking forest walks, from his five men who had followed you. You would go down the stream, into the woods, and you’d sit on a tree stump and just look at the sky and read. It was beautiful, when he pictured it in his mind. So he decided to go see for himself.

It was really early, the times you went to take your walks. He was fine with it, the waking up early bit. He dismissed his guards and walked far behind you, able to see your hair faintly from far in front of him. He wished he was a little bit faster. Soon enough you turned into the woods, going to sit on your big tree root and admire nature.

When he walked into the woods he saw you were crying. You had your arms wrapped around your legs, your forehead on your knees. His heart caught on fire. Who did this. Who caused you this pain? He would flay their neck and make them live like that.

You didn’t hear him walk up to you, sitting down next to you. “My dear…” He finally spoke up and you gasped, jumping away. “Woah now, calm down please.” He smiled at you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Lord Bolton?” You trembled, wiping your tears away.

He smiled, nodding. “And you are?”

“(Y/N). (Y/L/N).” You sighed. “Sorry. Excuse me.. but… What are you doing out here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, sweetling.” He said. You were beautiful. Seeing you up close was like seeing an angel. It made him believe in gods.

“Just walking.” You said, and he said the same.

“But why are you crying?” He asked. He wanted you to tell him so badly. So he could find whomever or whatever caused you this pain.

“It’s stupid.” You said, and he was surprised at your comfortability with him. It was probably because you were so hurt. And it made him angry.

“I doubt that.” He said.

“My betrothed…” You had whimpered and tried not to cry. “He slept with one of my friends…”

That made him angry in three ways. Your lover hurt you, your friend hurt you, and you had loved someone in such a deep way.

He stood up, and you looked at the tall handsome lord. “Ramsay?”

“Come with me.” He held out his hand and you pulled herself to your feet. He hugged you tightly, and you started sobbing. It was strange to get comfort from him. But you needed it. “Shh, my dear..” He soothed you, rubbing your head. He gently rocked you back and forth. He separated from you and smiled. “Show me them.”

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have to…”

Oh but he would. And he did.

He took your hand and you went back into the town. “Show me them.” He said again. You led him into the tavern, and he was hit with many foul smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. But you lived here, so he didn’t want to upset you. He put on a straight face and ignored the smells. You were too beautiful to be seen upset.

When people recognized him they gasped, standing up. The music stopped, and all the women froze.

“My Lord.” Ross, the main attraction it seemed, smiling and curtseying, spoke in her seductive voice. “What can I get you?”

“You think I’m here to pay for sex?” He laughed. You seemed uncomfortable so he saved his speech. “Nothing. I don’t need you.” He waved her away. She smiled and walked off. He turned to you, and he felt that same strange feeling of euphoria. His beautiful girl.

“Show me where they are, lovely.” He said to you, and you pointed to the back. Your room.

He grinned wickedly. “Would you like to see them bleed? Would you like to see them beg for their lives?”

“Don’t hurt them…” You said quietly. “Just scare them… Please…”

It made him angry and upset. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to make them bleed. And scream.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced. He wouldn’t hurt them at all. But his hounds would.

“As you wish.” He smiled at you, and went into the room. A man and a woman lay asleep on the bed. The man was ugly, long hair. Very chiseled jaw. He had a slight beard. The woman was of course what every whore looked like. Long hair, thin eyebrows and lots of color on her eyelids.

“I will take them to my dungeon.” He smiled, and so he did.
“Why did you do that for me?” You asked him. You were sitting in the woods again, the same pretty spot you always sat.

“Because it angered me to see you sad, love.” He said to you. “And, well, I can do anything I please.”

You smiled, and looked up at the sky. “But I can’t live in the tavern anymore.” You were right. They would never let you.

“You always have a place in winterfell.” He smiled at you.

“I don’t want to be a bother, my lord.” You said politely. He understood how you felt.

“Not a bother at all.” He told you. “I’d love to have you around.” He could imagine his hand around your throat as he fucked you. Your breath ragged as he made you feel such great pleasure. His tongue pleasing you. Your hand slapping his face. Your nails making him bleed. Your teeth making him bruise.

You looked happy. And it made him happy.

He gave you a room beside his. Close to him, so he could make sure you had everything you needed. And so that he could get there quickly at night.

Once, he was in his room killing time before dinner. He heard you crying,and he rushed in your room. “(Y/N)!” He kneeled next to you. You looked terribly sad. Crying again, like when he first met you. “Poor beautiful cardinal, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I keep thinking about it Ramsay I can’t fucking stop thinking about his bloody face and her hair and how they had sex in the bed I slept in since I was 12!” You leapt at him weeping. You sobbed into his arms and he held you, sitting on the floor.

“My sweet rose.” He sighed, petting your (H/C) hair. “You didn’t want me to hurt them then. Do you want me to now?”

You looked up at him through your red watery eyes. “Make them wish they were never born.” You said through your teeth. He grinned wickedly. He was rubbing off on you perfectly.

You looked at the two people tied on the X. Melisa, and your former lover, Leo. There was anger in your eyes. Normally, even in this situation, a girl would be scared. She would feel sympathy. But you, oh, you. You loved it. You wanted to see them hurt.

It thundered loudly outside, and you jumped a bit. His heart leapt. You were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you from everything. He would do anything to see you happy.

“What do you want me to do with them, my rose?” He asked you, and you looked up to him with those big (E/C) eyes.

“What causes the most pain?”


‘‘Oh look at you!’‘ The Doctor blurts out, his eyes gliding over your pure, white wings as a huge grin forms on his face. You blush at his stare. You had been travelling with this ‘Doctor’ man for a while now, but had never revealed your true indentity, namely that you were an Angel. No weeping Angel, but an actual Angel, complete with wings. The only reason you had revealed yourself was so that you could save the Doctor from some aliens that had kidnapped him.

‘‘You’re beautiful!’‘

You allow a small smile to appear on your face and you spread out your wings a bit more. It has been a while since you had been able to spread out your wings and it felt good to do it again. Besides that, you were enjoying the compliments.

‘‘I have always heard of tales about Angel,’‘ the Doctor said, taking in your huge wings. ‘‘But I’ve never met an actual Angel before! So how does it work, can you fly? Heal? Are there more like you out there? Tell me everything!’‘

You laugh at his enthousiasm. ‘‘Well, it is a long story. How about we go back to the TARDIS and than I’ll tell you everything you want to know.’‘

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The rain fell hard, a stubborn rain that seemed in ache to wash away the blood and sobs of the land.The world howling in abandon as thunder roared about the tiny apartment complex, shrouded in darkness, the electricity long since giving out.

The atmosphere, however, was not one of sadness, but of melancholy, a bittersweetness akin to poetry. So the tanned boy with unruly blonde locks paid it no mind, in face, it felt quite in place that the Earth would be crying.

Sasuke was leaving again

Naruto had felt it pulsating in the hospital walls, as the two of them healed from the damage they had inflicted to one anothers body, out of hate, out of indescribale passion and love, it hurt to dwell upon.

Another roar of thunder and said blonde looked at the only other occupant in the small room that was brimming with a silence, that was both comforting and telling, each knowing what the others soul was aching to spill, but such feelings have no name.

His onxy hair so black there were hues of midnight blue when the flashes of lightning scattered a brief array on his porcelain skin.

A face angels weep over, such beauty in those features, and such rage, it was a concept that reared the idea there must be a higher power, for this perfection was surely made of Gods.

Naruto smiled shyly at him, not feeling shy of his presence, no, that was the magic of it, rather, it was the words caught on his tongue.

Sasuke eyes the look with both adoration and certain exasperation.

“Naruto…I understand wh…., I will not ever harm this village nor the tailed beasts, for you. But realize this is for you alone, but you cannot ask me to stay here…I will not and ….”

He looked away, throat constricting, why was this so hard? He had rehearsed, imagined how this would be but looking into the expected dread in those blue eyes threatened his will, like it always did when he was near Naruto.

“Sasuke….” Naruto gulped. “Sasuke, I… I’m so sorry.” Teary eyed and honest, Naruto looked at his best friend, blue eyes fixated on inky black.

“I was so selfish, selfish for you to be near me, I wanted you to be safe and I knew no one…” A golden skinned hand, ran its fingers in frustration through his scalp. “I knew no one would since Itachi would ….”

Love you as I do

The words did not come out, they felt insufficient almost. For the devotion was maddening and it was not just love. It was friendship, loyalty, heart wrenching feelings that made him weak and strong, euphoric, safe, like he had a home everywhere he went because this boy…had melted himself into his soul.

The rain outside continued, another soft song of thunder encompassing them, the darkened room filled with the occasional array of lights from the bolts weaving down into the sky.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Naruto’s unfinished declaration, not so much that he was curious of what he was to say, but in a childish antic to urge the other to toughen up and be pure.

Naruto laughed at the look but turned away, still part of him angered, to be honest, his soul was being shattered.

Sasuke was leaving again. Again. And this time, Naruto would let him.

Abruptly, the raven hair stood gracefully, a movement of form that would have ballerinas weep, but behind it was something even greater, a lethal grace.

Naruto, whom had been leaning his back against his twin bed, looked up at Sasuke, whose delicate, slim fingers reached out to him.

Naruto, thinking the boy was helping him to his feet, took the pale hand in his own, that same spark soaring into every nerve like static. Beautiful, terrfying, lovely….

However, Naruto was surprised that once his toes had planted their place on the hard floor, Sasuke did not relinquish his grip.

Another cry of thunder and Sasuke drew nearer, causing Naruto to catch his breath.

Getting the idea, as the raven invited Naruto to lean his chest against the others, guiding him with one arm into his embrace.

The rain did the crying for them, it seemed nature had concocted a moment of such emotion, the two boys could not very much speak it, but it was intimately shared, and it somehow broke and melded the heart at once.

Sharing these delicate stares, hurt, But in a way that meant the world to them. It hurt because it was love, and love hurt because love exists side by side with loss, with intangible fear of loss, love was painful and insufficient.

Naruto’s left arm snaked across Sasuke’s back to rest at the crook of is neck, and cheek to cheek they swayed to the sound of pouring rain.

It was too gentle to be clumsy, though neither had ever danced, they had much practice in melding their bodies to form in a sync that took even those utmost skilled ninja to perfect, it was something that occurred because their bones, their very essence knew one another and so the solemn dance went about smooth and dangerously close enough that each boy thought about forsaking their dreams to just be here, to be with one another and lock themselves apart from the rest of the world.

It seared within them a pain they had never tasted. Not because it was more tragic but because neither had ever intended to fall in love and that particular sense of being tied and bound was a loss that neither had ever thought they would experience.

It felt so good to be near one another, both eager for more, for it all, to completely possess and devour one another entirely so that they may merge completely.

A whiskered cheek caressed Sasuke’s high cheekbone, lovingly, a smile playing on their lips.

“Sasuke…” Naruto whispered, gently, no one ever spoke his name quite like that and it sent chills up his spine and he almost hated it, he hated being so quick to be effected by this ….idiot.

A tan hand cupped his face and Naruto stared into him deeply, as if to etch this feeling into the others very being.

“I’m…..sorry, I … You know…… but I gotta say it.. ya know? I ….I’m just sorry. I understand and even if I will always wish that you would stay here just like you wish I would leave…”

Sasuke smirked at his flustered nature,

“Don’t you laugh at me, bastard.” he pouted, but a glint of humor shown in his eyes.

Sasuke was smart, he knew that Naruto would never walk away from Iruka, his team, his friends, his home. Something he had fought his entire life for, something the child on the swing within him still needed.

Who was Sasuke to be angry?…

He would often ponder, For different, but strikingly similar reasons was the very fact Sasuke could not stay and Naruto could not leave, Sasuke knew, but both had seen it in one anothers soul, however in love, however madly in love… These ideals were concrete.

“I would have asked you to come with me….” Sasuke murmured, almost as if it were a prayer “But it makes much more sense for you to remain here.”

Naruto’s face, mere inches from his own could feel the sigh that ghosted from his pink lips.

If Sasuke were to beg, Naruto would surely accompany him to every facet and crevice of this earth, but he was an Uchiha, above all, he was Sasuke and that was not something he was made to do.

“So….Would that mean you would not come back?” Naruto said, timid, hopeful….

Bodies touching, feet swaying, the rain, relentless making tunes among the glass.

“It would mean you and I….” Yes, Sasuke wanted to say…..Yes I would not live here again…. but instead he made clear the nature of what was to become of them.

“Would never be more than this.”

That was all. That was all that was whisked across Naruto’s face to know that -  he could bear his heart out again and again, this boy was not coming back and he could not ever ask that of him again.

Left foot, right foot, hands roaming onto one another’s skin, leaving trails of goosebumps.

Naruto’s fingertips grazed across a cheekbone, Sasuke’s arm gripping tighter and closer to the small of the others back, feeling one anothers heart beat through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

“In you, Naurto, an honest smile will always arise in me, this…..” Sasuke said, reaching for a tan strong hand to intertwine fingers and place it across his heart. “This, this is yours…and yours alone.”

Tightening his hold, Naruto shut his eyes as fallen streaks of tears stain at his whiskered cheeks, he wanted to beg for him to hold on, to not let go….

“As all of me is yours.” Naruto, sighedwith a sunshine grin.

They continued to sway to the beat of the rain, the music of the thunder, as they gripped closely, sharing breath, as lips grazed onto each other.

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Last year, it was my eldest sister. This year, it's my turn.

I didn’t have what most people would call a normal childhood, at least not by modern standards. My Mother and Father raised me and my two sisters in a very old school sort of fashion.

Children were to be seen and not heard. There was no laughing or playing. We spoke when we were spoken to, unless we were alone with each other; but even then, it was only hushed tones and hushed voices.

Our mother made our dresses on the sewing machine until she wasn’t afraid that our fingers would get caught in the threads, and then we learned to make our own. We would get beautiful cloth of all colors, except for white. When I asked for white so I could make an Easter dress, I was told that white was only for “My Day.”

I didn’t know what that meant, and she wouldn’t explain any farther.

Our Mother was also our teacher, we were taught how to read, basic arithmetic, and how to cook. She would smile when everything was perfect and say, “You will make him so happy one day.”

The one time I asked who he was, I was spanked with the wooden spoon so hard, I couldn’t sit down for two days. My eldest sister, Julie, would sneak ice while my youngest sister, Anna, would keep an eye out. If they were caught soothing or comforting me, they would suffer the same, if not worse.

Our Father had a very good job. When he would come home, our Mother would hand him a drink, take off his shoes, and give him a foot massage. He would watch the news while she served him dinner, his slippered feet propped on the ottoman. He would sometimes ask us to show him what we did for the day, be it sewing or penmanship.

One day, when I was 16, I caught my Mother in the kitchen, weeping. She was clutching her pearl necklace, her mascara running down her face, her curls not as tight as they normally were.

“Momma?” I said, timidly. She looked at me and cracked a smile.

“Abigail,” She crooned. She wrapped her arms around me, and sobbed into my shoulder. She stroked my hair, “You know, you were always my favorite, right?” I looked around, hoping none of my sisters had heard that.

That day, Father came home with a few different lengths of white cloth for my sister with a pattern for a beautiful wedding gown. Julie had just turned 18.

“It’s time you became a woman!” Father declared, “It’s time for you to be married. You have until two days to finish the dress.” Our jaws dropped. That was a short amount of time for the delicate pattern.

“Father,” Julie said, timidly, “Can Abby and Anna help me?” He looked at her for a moment.

“Of course,” Father kissed her on the cheek. This was new; he had never shown any affection to any of us before.

We got to work, taking turns on the sewing machine. Father and Mother came into the room. Mother was wearing her travelling coat, something that I don’t recall her ever doing in my entire life. She was no longer crying, but smiling despite the tears in her eyes. She was wearing her pearl necklace.

“Your Mother has to go see your Grandma back in Oregon. She’s very ill.” Father stated, “I’m taking her to the airport.” We nodded in acknowledgement, and went back to work. It wasn’t until later that I realized that my Mother had no suitcases with her.

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Dan x Reader - Abusive Relationship

Plot: Dan rescues you from an abusive boyfriend. 

I kept telling myself it would get better. Brett loved me, and I knew it I reminded myself. Look at the way he smiled when he saw me, I’m like his drug, I keep him happy…until I don’t and that smile fades. The smile turns to force, screaming, slaps and all the other horrible things. I tried to leave before but he’d tell me that he loved me, that this was his love. He pushed me, it turned to shoves then slaps, and worse of all, he’d force himself onto me. He starts to take off his boxers while I’m busy planning my escape, but I never escape. He kept pushing me, but I’m still here. I tell myself I’m not staying but I can’t leave. This is love, I tell myself. I love him and he loves me. I have to stay loyal to my boyfriend, and this is loyalty, or some sick twisted version of it. 

“Y/N!” The door slams shut. The 6’ stature man walks through the door. 
He looks like he’s had a bad day, good thing I made dinner. 
“Hey Brett, I made you dinner babe.“ I say stretching out the babe sweetly.
"Good.” He sits down and starts to eat. 
*beep* I look at my phone, it’s a message from Dan. 
“hey whatcha doing"  
I respond, "just at home, not doing anything”
“cool, i finished getting stuff from town. i’m super close to your place. i’m gonna stop by because i haven’t seen in forever.”
Oh no. Of course, this is the one time Dan decides to stop by. He wants to visit me because I haven’t seen him in awhile. Because of Brett. I love Dan to bits, but he can’t come right now. Brett’s here and who knows what might happen, if Dan gets hurt… I don’t know what I’d do. As fast I can I start typing to respond telling him I’m busy, before my phone is aggressively grabbed out of my hands.

“What? You don’t even ask me how my day was?” Brett snarled.
 Shoot, he’s right I quickly ask him scared of what might happen next. 
“How was your day?” I gulp, Brett’s been breathing down my neck all week, I can’t upset him.
“It’s too late now.” His hand hits my cheek. I wince the pain rushes through my face. 
“Who the heck are you texting anyway huh?!" My left cheek burns of pain, it’s pink from the reflection on the window. He raises his hand once again and now I know what’s going to happen next.
 "Stop!” I shriek to no effect. The hand hits my face once again this time on the other side, hard. 
“Who is this stupid Dan guy anyways huh?" 
"No one.” I spilt out feeling lightheaded. I could feel the blood rushing through my head and the throbbing pain began.
“Then why the heck are you texting him so much are you cheating on me? HUH?”
“No, baby you know that.” I say trying to calm him down. Tears stream down my face from pain or sadness, I can’t tell. Why the heck do I stay in this place? My face is burning from the two sharp slaps. I try blocking out all the shouts and insults, but everything is too loud.

“HEY ANSWER ME B***H. Why is he coming over here?!" I already start to feel everything already, the burns of skin hitting my body. It’s been 10 minutes now and I’m scared to be hit again, so I whimper, "I–I don’t kn–ow. Here, let me text him not to come." I try to grab my phone. Smash. Brett moves it from my reach smashes my iPhone screen angrily. It drops and sinks into the floor. Now it’s my turn. I fall to the ground from a punch aimed at– I don’t even know where anymore. Everything hurts too much to even focus. Then I get pushed up to the wall.  Brett’s strong hands hold me back whole forcibly kissing my face. My head hurts and my back is forcibly arched back in pain. "Now you’re going to get punished.” Brett deeply growls.
There’s a knock on the door, it’s Dan. Oh god, he can’t come in now and see me. The kiss deepens as I struggle to escape. 
“I’ll show him who you belong to.” Scott pauses and I cry “HELP!” I scream before getting punched again, this time I feel it near my ribs.
Dan walks in from the unlocked door seeing the punch, “Hey y/n, I heard shouting– WHAT THE HELL?” The brunette boy’s eye widen and then begin to fill with rage. His eyes see my battered face with Brett’s hands all over me. 
“What are you doing to her?!” Dan shouts trying to make him stop as rushes over to the wall where we are from the hallway.
“Shut up.” Brett’s grip tightens while I try to hold the tears back. I try to squirm but it gets me nowhere. “Shut you little b—h, stop f—–ng moving!” I see a horror in Dan’s eyes before I shoved back again.
“Hey get off of her!" Dan begins to clench his fist. "I said get off of her!”
Dan punches Scott straight in the neck.
“You little–” Brett stands up but Dan still towers over him by a few inches. Scott’s hand aims for Dan’s face.
“Dan!” I scream. I don’t wanting him to get into my mess. I can’t let him. I shriek holding my collapsed figure watching the two men over the counter. Dan ducks and the punch hits his chest. Before anything else happens, a fist hits Brett’s jaw and Dan kicks him on upper abdomen to make sure he’s out. His 6'2 body towers over the shrivel of Brett while my beaten figure is trembling in the corner. Dan begins to help me up while calling the police on his phone. While Brett’s attempting to clutch his ribcage, I look to see a grim Dan and his red fist. I grab onto Dan’s arm and he protectively holds me while he soothes the wounds on my ribs with gentle rubs. I begin to cry in his arms from either external pain or internal pain. I don’t know which, all I know is that it hurts. Everything hurts.
“Hey–shhhh…” Dan whispers slowly to me. “It’s okay, it’s okay now. It’s all over. I’m here and you’re safe.” I let out a sigh of relief and pleadingly look up.
“Are you sure?” I whimper while saying. He looks down at me with despair, trying to fake a grin to make me feel better.
“I promise y/n, nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore.” Dan says gently trying to calm me down while cradling me in his arms. The police come and arrest Brett. As they begin to take him away, I weep straight on Dan’s shoulder turning around to avoid seeing Brett. I couldn’t bare to look at him now.
“Is he gone?” I whisper shaking and griping tight to Dan’s hands.
“Yeah, he’s gone.” Dan says in a state of shock while still trying to calm be down by running his hands up and down my hair.
Dan looked at me in red eyes for a second in pain, as his face changed to expressionless and solemn with either disbelief, disgust or both. But he continued to hold me careful not to let go. He then hugs me tightly while rubbing circles on my back. Everything suddenly became lighter, a white light making everything become fainter before it was replaced by black.
“y/n! y/n, y/n you gotta stay awake. y/n…” I feel my shoulders being shaking but everything feels like its floating further and further away. I close my eyes as I see Dan’s rough figure, and see his mouth moving but even the yells are powerful enough. The rest of the night is blurred and detached from me, when I suddenly open my eyes to wake up in Dan’s living room. 

I open my eyes. I look at the roof and around to see I’m laying on Dan’s sofa in the lounge.
“Hey.” Dan says gently rubbing my shoulder. “How are you feeling? Did you get a good sleep?”
“Hi… What time is it?” I ask sleepily. I begin to sit up and feel soreness in my face.
“1AM.” Dan smiles sweetly at me while helping me up, “Are you in pain?” He looks down at me carefully with a look of worry.
“Yeah, my back is aching and my face hurts.” Dan looks concerned while putting a warm cloth to my face. “Here." 
"What happened to my body?” I say wincing in pain from my bruised face to my abdomen.
“Your face is bruised, your torso is sore and very fragile, there is a small fractured bone. For now it’s wrapped in tape to prevent any more fracturing. No permanent damages luckily.” He says with eyes looking sad. I see a wrapped fabric underneath my shirt.
“Did you stay up this whole time?” I ask curiosity, with a slight bit of sleepiness in my voice.
He nods his head.
“Oh I’m sorry Dan, you didn’t have to wait up." I feel bad for making him watch over me.
"Yes I did.” His voice deepens lovingly. “I had to take care of you.”
“Thank you.” I say grateful as I remember his somewhat ducked punch from Brett. I look at his violet flesh and red marked arm.
“Dan, your chest! The punch…”
“It’s fine, nothing compared to your injuries. It’s a bit tender but that’s all.” Dan responds while putting a pillow on my back to be more comfortable.
“I’m sorry for getting you into this mess.” I murmur as he looks up.
“No, no, y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Was he seriously apologizing for something that was all my fault?
“Dan, stop it’s not your fault." 
"But I should’ve have noticed, there were so many signs and they just went past me.” Dan sinks his head into my neck while I flinch, he pulls back quickly, scared that he hurt me. 
“Dan, it’s my fault, it’s okay.”
“It’s not y/n! You can’t blame yourself. Nobody should ever treat you like that and hurt you.” He said in a serious tone, but I could hear how much he cared in his voice.
“I know.” Tears begin to stream down my face. All of my pent up sadness, stress, angriness and pain pours out. It felt good to have someone hold me. It felt good to let it out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I mutter many times before Dan shushes me.
“Shhhh, you have nothing to be sorry for y/n. Let it out it’s okay. I’m here.” I cry even more in Dan’s comfort.
“I’m stupid, I’m sorry.” I begin to weep into his arms and he cradles me, “y/n, please stop apologizing.”
“You’re not stupid. y/n you’re an amazing person and you’re so smart, and funny and beautiful.” He smiled at me sadly and wiped the tears of my cheek, careful not to hurt me. Dan knew exactly how to soothe me and relax me, gently resting his head side my cheek.
“You really think so?" 
"Yes and you deserve someone who loves you.” He whispers softly, delicately moving my hair behind my ear.
“I thought that was love.” I muttered out holding back my tears. It was tragically true, Brett somehow led to believe that this was what I deserved.
 He looked at me confused and then murmured a light “What?”
“I thought it was some twisted sense of loyalty. I thought love meant you might have to pay sometimes, but it’d be worth it because you get love in return.” I said telling Dan the words I knew so well, it was exactly what Brett told me and eventually I told myself that.
Dan had a look of sorrow in his eyes while I sniffled. His eyes were filled with regret and he gulped becoming choked up, before looking up at me with his beautiful eyes with a sad expression.
“Love is one of the few things in life that’s free.”
That was true. Now I finally knew it.

Both of our eyes began to tear up, I don’t know why. I wiped a tear from his smooth cheek and he lightly tucked a hair out of my face. Dan’s nose was now touching mine and I nodded my head for permission. He leaned in closer and gently placed his lips on mine. This kiss felt different from all the other ones. For the first time it meant something, I felt something. This one was genuine, this one was true, caring and kind. This kiss was what love truly stood for. I pulled away for a second and whispered 
“Dan. I love you.” I haven’t said those words and meant them in awhile, it was scary, but this time it was true.
 "I love you too y/n, so much.“ With both of our eyes watering, Dan kissed the top of my forehead, "I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again." 
He said with sincerity. "You’re safe now.” I cuddled into his arms as he gently wrapped them around me. His warm body clutching onto me and as I finally let myself breathe.
“I know, thank you so much.” I said with relief that I was finally safe with Dan. 

The Very Bones Of You.

This is a continuation of Sonas/Happiness which was supposed to be a one shot but it had a fantastic reaction and actually this instalment will lead directly to another prompt I have received (watch this space!) So please enjoy my own version of events for early Voyager times - *spoilers for fans of the show only* H xxx P.S this is the first time I have ever written in Claire’s voice so please do bear with me if it feels a little off - I’m working it out :-)

I remembered a time in which the cold did not seep so easily into my bones, a time when my calves did not ache with the ascension of a single slope. I looked down at the grassy bank, just visible beneath the clutch of fabric in my hands and frowned. The grass, if it could reasonably be called grass at the length it was, had made various little nicks and cuts across my knuckles and for a moment I considered shrugging out of the woollen dress and continuing upwards in just my shift and stockings and bitter March wind be damned.

“Alright, Sassenach?”

I looked up, still grinning fiendishly at the thought of leaving the heavy garment to the elements and saw Jamie smiling back at me with a mix of amusement and pity. Clearly my laboured breathing had been more pronounced than I realised and I forced my trembling legs back into motion, lunging up the hill with a renewed determination.

“Of course, just … enjoying the view.”

The cheeriness of my tone and the vacant wave across the expanse of valley below us did nothing but cause Jamie to raise one arched red brow in my direction and hold out his hand.

“Let me help ye, lass.”

“Unless you mean to carry me …”

“I probably could. Ye’re a wee wisp of a thing! Did they no’ have proper food in Boston?”

Jamie caught my elbow as I huffed past him and helped me over a sudden rocky patch of earth, his own feet sure and steady on the uneven ground.

“Ha! Flatterer! They had plenty of food and I assure you, I ate plenty of it!”

I immediately regretted trying a form a full sentence as the air left my lungs in a rush of words and seemed to remain empty whilst I gasped, sweat prickling beneath my hair.

“Ach. Weel if ye did, I ken where it’s all gone.”

Jamie grinned with an exaggerated glance at my posterior. I rolled my eyes but didn’t have the energy for further banter. We crested the top of the hill and I all but collapsed onto the nearest boulder, mopping my forehead with my already sweat soaked handkerchief and grimacing. Jamie had settled on the ground before me, like a little boy in class ready for story time from his favourite teacher but his face was carefully blank – like Brianna’s before confessing to some naughtiness when she was a little girl.  

“So, we are now safely in the middle of nowhere - what is it you have to tell me?”

The element of surprise most often worked with Bree and sure enough, colour touched Jamie’s cheekbones that could not be put down to the cold alone.

“As a matter of fact there is something, Sassenach. I should have told ye sooner but … well. I should have and I did not and ye may hold me accountable in whatever manner ye please but I would ask that ye let me finish the telling before ye have your say.”

His head had been bowed but he looked directly at me as he spoke, his eyes fixed on my own and I saw both fear and love, each battling to outdo the other and I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Jamie, whatever it is … I’m here. We’re here. We can tackle it together.”

He made a sound half way between a laugh and a moan and stood up, his whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous tension and my own leg twitched beneath me in response.

“What is it then?”

“I … Claire, I …”

He came and stood before me, arms held rigidly at his side and his gaze burning through me, furious and wild, his emotions barely contained and for the first time, I was afraid.

“Jamie, please…”

He nodded once, then twice and finally took a breath that drew his shoulders upward before releasing it slowly through his nose. I felt almost ready to scream, panic rising in my chest with every heartbeat but forced myself to stillness, waiting for him to speak.

“I got re-married, Claire. A few years ago when I was released from my debt of servitude in England, when I came back to Lallybroch and Jenny couldna stand my listlessness anymore… it was arranged and I was wed to a widow … and …”

Jamie had started pacing, gesturing with his hands when the words stuck in his throat but I could barely hear what he was saying. The wind seemed to howl around me, through me, blocking my ears and wrenching moisture from my eyes that I did not want to feel against my cheek. Everything seemed to sharpen into focus. The way the grey light of the sky above accentuated the deep bronze threads of his hair and muted the gold. How his shirt pulled against the powerful swell of his shoulders and his lips, slightly chapped with the cold, formed the words he spoke with a delicate precision. The rough feel of his hands on my skin as he cupped my face between them and his eyes, those beautiful, slanted eyes that he had passed down to his daughter, our daughter. Brianna. Oh Bree! To have put her through all that I had only for it to come to this …

As swiftly as thick grey blankets of fog engulf unsuspecting moors in winter, misery covered me like a shroud and I found myself too numb even to weep for all that I had lost and all that I had given away.

“Please say something Claire. I ken ye must be…”

I pushed his hand away and drew upon what little courage I had left.

“We don’t need to talk about it Jamie. If you could ask Ian or one of the boys to see me back to Craigh na Dunn…”


The violence in his voice shook the layers of shock cocooning me from the full impact of his confession but it was his hands on my arms that penetrated it, the sudden heat of him, and the feel of his fingers biting into my flesh. I looked away and closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of him. Mine and yet not mine at all.

“When we first wed, you were marrit and ye had to make a choice. There is no choice for me Claire, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Jamie, don’t …”

“Look at me.”

I kept my eyes shut and felt the air stir by my cheek a split second before the warmth of his palm settled there again, as gentle as a hummingbirds kiss.

“Look at me, damn ye Claire. See the truth of it for yourself and know what ye are to me, what ye have always been and will always be.”

“I can’t. If I look at you … if … I … I won’t be able to leave you.”

My voice cracked and broke over the words as Jamie lifted me to sitting.

“Please Claire.”

I swallowed and forced myself to look; I didn’t want to but something deeper than want compelled me to it and I moved on instinct for it was all I had the strength to do.

He looked tired and afraid and in the moment before I blinked, I saw his twenty-six year old self, sending me away to protect our un-born child, the same haunted lines of misery in the corner of his mouth. Yes there was love, as there had always been love. But I had been a fool to think it was enough to overcome all other disruptions of life for twenty years. I had been a fool to come back and expect it to all be the same.

“I should not have disrupted your life like this. I had no idea you had … I found no mention of a … a second wife in the history books … but I am glad you know of Brianna. You deserved to know about her.”

My voice shook again but held firm and did not break.  

“I am glad ye came back.”

“You shouldn’t be!”

I shook my head and slapped my hand against the earth in frustration.

“Jamie, you are married!”

“Aye! To you!”

“No … I mean… yes but …”

“You are my first wife Claire, the only woman I have ever truly loved and you think I would cast ye aside for a sham marriage that Jenny concocted? Christ!”

“It’s not about casting me aside! It’s about what is right!”


Jamie roared, his face flaming as the fire of his temper lit and caught

“You are my heart Claire! I love the verra bones of ye! Do ye ken what it has been like to live without ye?”

“Of course I fucking know! I’ve done the same as you and more! I raised your child!”

We were nose to nose, our voices raised and echoing off of the ancient stone around us, twenty years of hurt compressed into the clipped sentences we could manage to form coherently.

“Then dinna speak of leaving for I canna bear it!”

“You think I can? What would you have me do?!”


I could not say which of us started it, perhaps it was him, perhaps it was me, but we came together with the fierce and desperate longing that I had remembered from our parting twenty years before. It was not the cautious love-making of Edinburgh, nor the joyous coupling of our days since. We were fighting with the need to consume each other, the metallic taste of blood between our lips and teeth marks blooming from stark white to heavy bruised purple on collar bones. The slap of hands against taught flesh and muscles quivering with the assault of our combined efforts.

The salt of his tears stung the abrasions his teeth had left on my breast as I clutched him to me at the last, the colours of him exploding behind my eyes as my voice rose toward the grey sky above, the noise entwined with his own cry.

“Thoir maitheanas dhomh. Thoir maitheanas dhomh, mo Gradhe.”

Jamie’s voice was hoarse, his cheek pressed into the damp earth beside my ear. My fingers stroked the thick tresses of his hair almost without my bidding. The weight of his body pressed me into the earth, our joining an anchor for us both. I clenched my muscles and felt him move, an answering touch at the very core of my being.

“There is nothing to forgive, Jamie.”

“Whatever there was between us is there still Claire, do ye no’ feel it?”

I nodded. Whatever else was true, it was between us still, the force which had been powerful enough to survive war and starvation, even lift the veil of time itself. I love the verra bones of ye he had said and I knew it to be the absolute truth for us both for even separated by two hundred years when all that had remained of him was bones, my heart had pined for its mate and here in his arms was where I felt the most alive I ever had.

Turning my head to face him, I realised that the decision was not mine to make. To say good bye or to move forward was not a choice I had; for I had placed my bets and allowed the chips to fall as they may and I had won more than I had any right to dare hope for. Jamie was alive, I had found him, and we loved one another still. Now I needed only to gather my winnings and carry on.

“What do we do now?”

Love Your Artist Day

It’s the 4th day of the SnK no hate awareness week, and today we celebrate all the talented artists within our fandom! I’m a mess and so is my blog but I wanted to make a list of all the talented artists I know and follow, so here I go:

@lampurple( @lampurpleart): Bianca is an amazing artist, as well as an amazing person! She does commissions and she also loves little creatures, like pokemon and cats. She’s a blessing. Long time mutual right here and I’m happy she’s a friend.

@apetitan: Very sweet and talented, Meisoo is truly a gem to talk to and they’re always giving me some sort of feels. A++

@synstruck( @princelingkit): Very cool person to talk to, great cosplay/selfies, and amazing art, like he draws superb EreRis and he also writes!! He’s a very well rounded person, we don’t deserve him.

@spacebumblebees( @morebeesthanyoucouldimagine): Oh Kayu is a sweetheart, and they make really cute art! They have a love for all bees and they’re sweet like honey.

@dinklebert2( @dinklebert): She blesses our fandom with daily ereris and she’s just a wonderful person in general. Another person we don’t deserve I sob.

@eli-ereri: They make the cutest art ever, and they are another sweetheart. A long standing mutual for me! I feel blessed whenever I talk to them, oh help me.

@erenbaegerr: Oh Nada, they are a blessing to us all. They make wonderful art, and have great ideas, thank you for dealing with all my stupidness in the group chat lmao

@mastia: Cute person who makes equally cute ereris, they have a really nice blog and they are a person I’d like to talk with twin the future.

@erenspencil: more soft ereris, along with a cute and unique art style. Very very nice person! Yuu has a cool sense of humour and is someone I wanna talk more with, so cute ahh

@constant-catastrophe: Really cute, soft ereris and a adorable art style. Like seriously, all their art is precious, have you seen the witch au? I cry, very sweet person as well. They recently hit 1,000 followers and honestly they deserve it all like 10x over.

@roredwarrior3: This person, art, good art, nice, what, what are words. I cry I love their art so much, A+ right here, thank you for existing

@09raito: Thank you for existing as well, your line art and coloring style has me weak like.. always. I haven’t talked to them but they seem really cool.

@dreamxxdream: Beautiful ereris, they’ve been in the fandom so long and it’s a blessing, they draw so much beauty my eyes can’t take it, that recent Mikasa art has me dead I just wanna say, grade A+ right here

@bev-nap: I cry their art is so good, like.. idk how but?? It’s amazing??? Like I wanna keyboard smash in the tags whenever I see their art ah

@shingeki-no-erens-butt: cute ereris, all the cute ereris, very nice, you should go check them out ya

@lolakasa: I’m still cryinf, great artist, best eremikas and art in general. The erens… omg the erens.. so good like??? Bless them as well

@daydream24-7: cries, blessed eremikas and other great art. Very cute person who I’d life to talk to at least once. Her Mikasa gives me life, ooh great artist right here

@drinkyourfuckingmilk: fucking, ??? Goldmine??? She’s so funny and makes the best levihans. Literally so funny like if I wanna laugh super hard I just gotta read her tags??? Bless her.

@roxoah: I’ve been following him since I joined the fandom I’ve seen it all and omg the best art.

@kyo224: BEAUTIFUL. Just beautiful ereris, I love their art style and sketches, their Eren is beautiful, Levi is beau, their art is beau, I’m deceased.

@felixora: I cry that one art of Levi looking at Eren killed me???? It was beautiful??? Great artist right here?? Help me

@alemanriq: funny as heck and makes great art, love their art style and comics, a great person too, I love ahhh

@ererichi: Yes NAOMI YES. beautiful art just beauty, best ereris tbh, the baseball au??? Been in my heart since 2015???? God such a great person, we should talk more I weep

@krista-w-chan: Beautiful Ereris I just…. I.. so nice???? Like how??? Best Levi’s, also that nsfw.. heuheuheu some good shit right here

@strawberry-bell: I love their sketches!!! Grade A Levi’s, like, good shit, some god shit right here yes yes

@mr-d-teufel: wtfff, best sketches ever, and their ereris ar beautiful, have you sent their recent art my heart sings, they way they draw anatomy has me weak as well, I just, so good

@a-puzzling-development: Waah, soft ereris and cute art style? Like super cute, their Eren is precious, Levi is bae and their art is a miracle. I don’t understand all the greatness, I’ve been blinded help

@doodlingclown: I’m gonna cry, okay, fucking cute art like really cute, a+++ comics and their art is so funny and great, love this artist

@eryen-art: bessst, I love their art, great comics and they are so funny? Nice person too, all the goodness ah, they are a gift to all their fandom

@nayawata: the cutest art, they drew this merfolk ereri comic and tbh??? I still haven’t recovered it was so sweet, good person right here

@cang-ye-ji: Soft eremikas help me. Beautiful mikasas.. beautiful Eren’s.. beautiful art?? Yes?? Great person, they seem so soft and sweet we are not worthy

@kesshouka: great ereris and he also does cosplay, so great, he makes the best art and I just can’t even deal, if only you could see my face

@ayhiroshi: soft ereris, good ideas and great art, blesses my heart each time ty very much ah

@eridionn: I remember them all the way back to my early fandom and tbh, their art has a special place in my memory because boy yyy, the best

@selfmadesuperhero: THE BEST, HE MAKES THE BEST ART. like his Levi’s??? Goldmine man, also he made a trans Levi and not too many ppl do that and I made me weep ooh so good right here, thank you Charlie for constantly blessing the living fuck outta me my god

@blauerozen: bessssssst person ever, great art, like beautiful, soft ereris and??? All of their art is??? Amazing?? My heart

@tanekore: All of their ereris and art is good art??? Tbh they bring goodness to whatever fandom they’re in and it’s like, thank you??? Beautiful person and artist, and uh, ahem, that dilf!eren au has me blessed forever js, ahem

@renoidan-doodles: the best tbh, sweet art, nice person, they made this nsfw ereri art and it made me die it’s so funny lmao, great art right here ahhhh

@aivelin: best eruris tbh, whatever fandom they draw for it’s amazing, sweet person and fucking amazing art, the streams they host, omg it’s amazing just.. just beautiful

@isabelmaqnolia: I weep, sweet sweet shingekis, great art, very soft colouring and just-??? Sweetness? Hold on I think I got a cavity

All of these artists are amazing and great and I recommend everyone go follow everyone, yes yes!!! I hope you enjoyed my mess of a list lmao, your art is appreciated and you are loved by this blogger!

No Control | Chapter Seven


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

*Please feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

*Gif is not mine.*

*WARNING: Major Smut Ahead; Daddy Kink*


“I want your cock, daddy, please,” I beg. My knees are already on the verge of giving out, and he hasn’t done more than spank me. I’m at the point where I don’t even need foreplay; this whole back and forth dirty talk has been foreplay enough.

“Just my cock, princess? Not my mouth or my fingers?” I feel his thumbs hook into the elastic band of my panties and peel them over my ass and down my legs. A groan rumbles through his chest. “Fuck. You’re dripping for me, pet.”

“Only you, daddy.” I can feel my arousal actually dripping down the inside of my thighs now, sticky and wet. I give out a startled moan when I feel Harry’s tongue drag up my right thigh, collecting what’s poured out of me. He stops just shy of my pussy, making me whimper and thrust my hips back to try to maintain contact.

He chuckles darkly at me. “You sure you don’t want my mouth on you, pet?”

“Please, daddy, just fuck me.”

Again with the hard smack to my bottom. I should be used to it at this point, but the thought of having those bruises left on me makes me yelp. “Good girls don’t curse, princess.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“You’re forgiven; you didn’t know. Now, daddy’s gonna fuck you hard and fast. I’m not gonna hold back.” I hear the clinking of his belt being undone and the shuffling of fabric. I so badly want to see him naked again, but I wait for his instructions like he would want. “If I go too hard and you need me to ease up, say ‘yellow.’ If you need me to stop altogether, say ‘red.’ Do you understand, love?”

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Closing In (a show canon ficlet from Alec’s POV)

He took his sister inside to safety, relieved that she came to her senses, worried for her state of mind and physical health, but she’s back and he will do whatever it takes to help her through it.

He hears a sound that makes him freeze in movement and strain his hearing. It’s a mingle of clanging, screeching and screaming as if he were under water. When he rushes out of the room, he sees a blinding white light spilling from every window and crevice from the institute’s walls, through the roof of the cathedral into the night sky.

He stands frozen, his lungs so tight he can barely breathe, his stomach turning into knots.

His body wills his feet to move, faster, down the stairs, taking too many steps at a time yet sure-footed, and he hurries into the institute’s main hall, his legs slowing as his eyes take in the view before him. Bodies, corpses, so many of them.


Somebody activated the Soul Sword and killed them all.

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Leo Smut - Good Enough (Angst/Smut)

Here’s the Taekwoon smut that I promised. Slight trigger warnings for negative body image and unhealthy dieting, but please enjoy!

It had started with a simple diet. Eating healthier, portioning food. No change. So you began to try working out, attending a gym regularly, with what seemed like nothing. You began to wonder what was the point, and your body image deteriorated. Countless days spent in the mirror poking and prodding at what you thought wasn’t good enough, what you had assured yourself wasn’t. It had gotten in the way of friends, countless nights out with rejections of food, and limited to no interaction with anyone.

“Tch” Taekwoon snapped you out of your daze, slight discomfort glazing his voice as he stared uncomfortably at you through hooded eyes. You sighed lightly among friends, a normal night with people who could care less about anything that didn’t include partying and socialization.  Jaehwan smiled at the table, seemingly ignoring the rude reactions from Taekwoon and gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? The boys and I are going to go get something to eat at the bar wanna come with?” You could assume from the incoherent slurring that the band had already had way too much to drink, Sang-hyuk’s high pitched screaming almost verifying this fact in a witty manner. You chuckled lightly, carrying a light hearted facade as you smiled faintly. “I’m sorry I’m not really hungry right now Jaehwanie!” you fibbed. “TCK.” It was there again. Taekwoon rolling his eyes, tapping his fingers impatiently on the linoleum of the surface of the bar table. Unnoticeably by Jaehwan, but quite noticeable by you. “Maybe next time then Jagi!” Jaehwan laughed, and disappeared once again into the crowd of the club. Nervously, you brushed your hair back , glancing quickly at Taekwoon. His eyes were burrowed into yours, slight irritation apparent as he stared intently into your eyes. You nervously let out a laugh, allowing the facade to form once more. “What’s wrong Tae Tae?” You beamed, the falsities of your happiness almost suffocating as you played the part. “Tck” he glared at you, annoyance wrapped in the aura that surrounded him. Tapping his fingers once more he glared at you, his voice low and exasperated as he confronted you bluntly. “Why haven’t you eaten Y/N”. You began to chuckle, forming the same happy facade that had caused any suspicion to disperse in the first place. “Taek I ate earil-!” “Shut up”. His voice was curt, angry. “You haven’t eaten in days and if you think I didn’t fucking notice then you’re stupid.” You paused, shocked that he of all people had even noticed. You began to feel tears well in your eyes, keeping the facade as you smirked softly at Taekwoon. “Please excuse me won’t you, I have to use the restroom.” You could feel your pulse racing as you lifted yourself from the table, avoiding Taekwoons hand as he quickly tried grabbing yours. “Y/N wa-” You began crying, racing to the bathroom as fast as you could. The same thoughts began racing in your head, scattered and fragmented and you began wondering whether you could ever be good enough, a sour taste forming in your mouth as you entered the white washed walls of the bar’s bathroom.

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I’m With You // Thor x Reader (Drabble)

Pairing: Thor x POC Reader
Word Count: 600+
Warning: Language Angst, mentions of death, comforting fluff

Summary: It doesn’t matter how many years go by, losing someone you love hurts just the same. Grief is a bastardly mistress. Thor helps Reader cope with personal loss.

A/N: This one is more of an attempt to comfort myself as the death anniversary of someone near and dear to my heart goes by.

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Summary: You are a YouTuber who does material like PAINT. You and Dan are dating, soon you tell your fans along with Dan’s.

Ship: Dan x fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, sarcasm, sass, etc.

Your P.O.V

I put my microphone away, rubbing the back of my tensed up neck. I’d been working on my latest video for hours on end. I finally finished it. It was my rendition of Enter Sandman by Metallica. I’m a YouTuber, and quite a big one. Not to boast or anything. I do music videos, kinda of like Jon Cozart. My latest one was a shit load of editing. I’m extremely diverse when it comes to musical instruments. In certain frames, I was positioned playing two different electric guitars, drums, and singing. My videos are very different. Sometimes I’m doing beautiful calm songs or hard rock and everything in-between.

People loved it. I guess that’s how I met my now current boyfriend, Dan Howell. He loved my personality off and on the camera. We soon became a thing. We didn’t live far from each other so, meeting up was relatively easy. I glance over my video once more, biting my lip down in concentration. My focus was peeled away when I heard a loud ding. A text from the one and only, Dan Howell. Every time I got a message from him, my heart soar. ‘How’s the video coming along, love?’ I shake my head, smiling to myself before typing back. ‘Pretty good. Should be out in a few minutes, love.’ A few seconds pass before he replies. ‘Is there any chance I can get a sneak peak? ;)’ I roll my eyes, laughing. ‘Sorry, no can do. But we can hang out and watch it together if you want?’ He replied, almost immediately. ‘Sounds wonderful, love. See you soon!’

God, he was adorable. I take a deep breath, watching again, for what felt like the millionth time before I click ‘POST’. Shutting off my computer, slipping on my jacket, I walk out the door and head over to Dan’s. ‘Be there in a few minutes, DON’T WATCH IT WITHOUT ME!’ Within seconds, my phone dings. ‘Ugh, fine. IT’S LIKE YOU KNOW?! DO YOU HAVE POWERS OR SOMETHING?!’ I laugh lightly. ‘I wish lol, here.’ I stumble up the stairs before making my way to the door. He opens it within seconds, smiling wide and bright. “C'MON, LET’S WATCH IT!” I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed. He adored my musical talent. Often showing me off to his friends for getting someone so diverse in such an art form like music itself. We plop down on the couch, slipping a blanket over our legs, he pulls out his computer. I look up the video, clicking on it. Dan’s overflowing with anticipation.

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I bite my lip to hide my discomfort. I hated watching myself sing and perform. Honestly, I didn’t think I was good enough. But that didn’t stop Dan from assuring me that, I was, in fact, good enough. The one good thing about me is that I’ve got an insane vocal range. It can vary to an alto, rarely reaching a soprano, but can go down to a tenor. If I try hard enough, I could probably reach baritone. So, when it came to the song, Enter Sandman by Metallica, it was easy to do his voice. I could, with a lot of practice, have a growly, sexy voice. So low, that it would sound like a man. In the video, I’m shot by multiple frames, one singing up close, two others on electric guitars and one on the drums. My makeup was pitch black, smokey and hot. My outfit was dark and somewhat scandalous. In one of my shots, specifically the one that focuses on my lip movements, I’m wearing a beanie with my hair tucked deep inside. Piercings sprinkled my ears. I’m not gonna lie, I look hot af.

I lean back, watching Dan as he watches me- well video me. The video begins, fog and smoke sprinkle the ground. The lighting, shots and frame make me very happy. It was perfect. It shows four different angles, one with me and my electric guitar, another with me singing, another with me playing the drums and the last playing a bass guitar. As soon as the song ends, Dan literally howls. “THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING! MY GIRLFRIEND IS SO TALENTED!” I roll my eyes blushing. “Thanks. I didn’t think it was that good.” He scoffed, shoving the computer in my face. “Read ‘em and weep, love!” Dan motioned towards the comment section. I glance over them, smiling.


              She is so sexy I’m gonna die!!!!!


                                                     She is so freaking talented, like holy shit.

“My beautiful, talented girlfriend.” Dan whispers into my ear as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, kissing it. I glance back at them. “Think we should tell them?” He laid down on my lap, I run my fingers through his hair. “The fans? The world? Well, I mean we already told Phil, our friends and family. D’ya think we’re ready?” I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know. I’m ready whenever you are.” He grinned, launching up to kiss me. “Than lets do it. Right now.” My eyes go wide. “Right now?!” Dan nodded, running across the room to grab his camera. I shake my head, laughing. I stand off to the side, writing down never have I ever’s. He sits down, grinning like a child. “Okay- so, I’ll do my normal introduction and then I’ll introduce you-” I nodded, smiling. He began as per usual.

“Hey guys! So, this has been a long time coming video and I can’t tell you how excited I am to be making it. There has been some speculation on who’ve I’ve supposedly been dating- most, if not all the people on the internet think I’m dating Phil- I’m sorry to burst your bubbles but I am not. So this video is about the person I am actually dating. I would like everyone to welcome my girlfriend- the one, the only, (Y/n) (Y/L/N)!!!” I take that as my cue to enter. I sit down next to him, smiling. “Hi…” Dan giggles. “Oh my god, look at you!! You’re blushing!” As he said that, I blushed even harder. “Stop it!! It’ll only get worse if you point it out!” He laughed, kissing my flushed cheeks and then the top of my head. I flushed even more.

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“Okay so, we’re gonna play, Never Have I Ever!” He grinned, grabbing the cards from my hand to shuffle. “Okay love, would you like to go first?” I nodded, taking a card only to swear under my breath. “Shit.. Okay, so never have I ever had a one night stand.” I put one of my fingers down and clap my hands together. Dan’s eyes go wide. “There’s a lot about you I don’t know, haha.” I bit my lip, laughing. “That’s a good thing, haha. Now you read.” We go back and forth for a little while before Dan finally ends the video. “Okay, and that’s a wrap! Thanks for watching! Click subscribe to be kept up to date on all my videos! I’ll be sure to put (Y/n)’s Youtube channel link in the description below. PLEASE go check out her channel! She’s incredibly talented! Honestly, I don’t know what I did to get a girl like her! Thanks guys! See you later!” I blush and shout before he turns off the camera. “By guys!”

“Stop showing me off! I’m really not that good.” He rolled his eyes, kissing me, passionately. “You are perfection. C’mon, help me edit this and we’ll post it together.” A few hours past before we finally finished the video. Dan decided to go on twitter to set out a tease for the fans. I do as well. I cuddle close to Dan, looking up at him. “You ready?” He nods, kissing me again. “I was born ready.” We click POST and wait. It takes a few minutes but within no time, the comments section is booming. Not to mention twitter. They were all so heartwarming. Mostly kind words. Some of course, were not that kind but I didn’t care. I was happy to be with Dan. I loved him.

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You’re Mine

♡ Anonymous: Can you make a chanyeol drabble where a girl comes and flirts with you and he gets jealous, could be any ending (smut or fluff) whatever makes you comfortable 💗💗 thank youuuu

♡ A/N: I made this more of an angsty scenario than a fluffy drabble but I hope you don’t mind :)

♡ Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sulli

♡ Genre: Angst

♡ Song:  Jung Seung Hwan - 너였다면 (If It Is You) //  Sam Kim - Your Song (With Lee Jin Ah, Jung Seung Hwan, Kwon Jin Ah)

You stared at the elongated length of your champagne glass. The dim lights of the hall refracted into various colours of golden and brown inside the glass. Taking another sip you looked around, feeling lonely, feeling left out. Chanyeol stood in the corner amongst a group of boys. He chatted happily, his eyes glowing with excitement. You could only stare at him. He was gorgeous. His brown hair sat on top of his head in swift soft curls. The suit he wore fit his tall frame perfectly. Your eyes fell on his hands, holding his drink. His knuckles were a subtle shade of blush, rendering your brain into a mush of thoughts. Maybe it was you feeling lonely or the agitation of being brought to the party. But you wanted to snatch him away from the crowd. He was yours, not theirs. 

As the cold feeling settled in, someone sat next to you. A girl. Dressed in a beautiful short black dress. Her hair rested on her shoulders, ruler lined straight. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, looking even more fierce in her heavy eyeliner and red lipstick. She was beautiful. And confident, because she resonated self assurance and so did her attitude as she asked the bartender for another drink. 

 "Hi, I’m Sulli,“ she beamed at you. You weren’t easily swayed by girls. You weren’t interested in girls at all. But just her sitting there ignited an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

 "I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you replied, ignoring flare inside you.

 "I saw you sitting alone and honestly I’m bored out of my mind so I was like wouldn’t hurt to judge everyone together.“ Her voice was gentle and seductive. She smiled brightly at you which made you giggle. Why were you acting this way? 

 "Yea, I don’t usually go to fancy parties like these,” you said honestly. She nodded in agreement. 

 "I don’t like going to any either. But when you work for a company you’re forced to attend all of their extravagant parties.“ You both were engaged in a hearty conversation. You forgot about Chanyeol and him being busy and you forgot about how much you hated being here. 

 "I must say, Chanyeol is one lucky guy. You’re gorgeous,” Sulli complemented. You laughed it off, trying to hide your blush but the rush of heat inside your veins didn’t help. “And very bashful as well, I see.” She was pampering you with complements and you didn’t mind. 

 Chanyeol’s gaze fell on you, laughing with Sulli and having the time of your life. He was fine with it and relieved as well that you had found someone to spend time with but when he realised who that person was, he was quick to react. Sulli was into girls, everyone knew that. Even the janitor who cleaned their dorms knew that. A passerby would know how Sulli allures women to the bedroom and does god knows what. 

 He stood behind you, listening to her complementing you and stealing your heart. She could sway the straightest girls just by a single glance, he wasn’t surprised at your shy giggles. But he was jealous. 

 "Who’s gorgeous?“ He asked with a straight face. Sulli straightened when she looked at him, mischief filling her eyes. She knew what she was doing. 

 "Your girlfriend, she’s totally my type.” Your cheeks heated up again, as your eyes diverted to your misty glass. Chanyeol saw you modulating into a blushing mess. He didn’t like it. 

 "Too bad she’s taken.“ His voice was stern. And his face was brick hard as he gentle pulled you by the hands from the chair and took you away from her. Sulli was a bit startled at the sudden act but was quick to shoot you a wink and pick up your frosty glass and take a sip. 

 "Just what were you doing?” He asked as he exited the hall, 

 "Making friends,“ you answered. The parking lot was dingy, with the blue lights feebly illuminating the way. You were still in a daze. She was gorgeous and casted a lasting effect on you. 

 "Making friends or flirting with girls?" 

 "Well Chanyeol she was the one who talked to me when my boyfriend didn’t even turn to look at me.” You said harshly. How dare he accuse of such a thing when he ignored you all through the night. 

 "You know how busy these things are.“ He was sweating. Despite the cool air his forehead was covered with small droplets of sweat. He rested his hand on his hips in frustration. 

 "Well Chanyeol you shouldn’t have brought me here then. You know I don’t like coming to these events because I feel alone. Sulli was the first person to talk to me, should I have been rude and turned her away? Like you? The way you ignored me tonight? Mind you Chanyeol, I actually have morals and I know how to treat people.” You stomped away from him but turned back. He stood there, shocked at your outrage. “And don’t bother taking me home, I’ll take the taxi.” With one swift turn you walked away from him. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you made your way out of the gloomy parking lot. 

 "Y/N wait!“ He called after you but you were too angry to look back. He finally ran up to you and pulled you by the arm. Your face met his chest as he enclosed his long arms along the width of your waist. "I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did.” His voice was remorseful. Tears slipped from your eyes as you held him close, not wanting him to see you crying. 

 "I just felt so alone,“ you weeped. He stroked your hair. 

 "I’m so sorry. I acted poorly. I should’ve known. It’s just…Sulli was flirting with you and I got jealous.” You pulled away and stared at him. Even against the lustreless lights he looked beautiful. Even more than Sulli. “Did you really think I would let you walk home like that? I’m not that mean.” He chuckled lightly. You hit him softly on the chest and hugged him again. He smelled like mint and musk, the fragrance you adored. “You’re mine okay?” He said. You nodded, wanting to go home. It had been a long night.

So this is an Outlander AU I’ve been playing around with ever since I watched Arrival. It’s a bit, err, weird so I wanted to see if people would have an interest in it before I dive in completely! 


October 26, 2018

Weird dreams since it all began. Everything—so vivid. Shadows exist there, and have discernable shapes. I can do more than sense a presence behind my back; I can see it in the shifting, shadowy bodies approaching. Light, all this light.

In my dreams, there is so much of the old life. Strawberries, as big as child’s fist, that I can smell and touch and taste. Little seeds on my mouth; crunchy. I think of sand as I bite, and then it’s there, it’s all there: a beach where the water isn’t frozen. Watergate Bay, I think, in late July. I stand on the shore, watching the waves roil, when a sweat bee lands on my arm.

I don’t swat at her, just let her suck the honey right out of me. (People cry over daffodils these days, but I say fuck the daffodils. I’d weep if I saw a bee.)

There are faces in my dreams, too. And though I canna remember them when I wake, I know there is a woman. Sometimes a kid appears—the woman’s? I have no idea—but she’s got spider legs and freckles like you wouldna believe. She laughs and she laughs, a paintbrush in her hand, and she is forever laughing, this girl, a beautiful, bird-like laugh and —

They do make me think, these dreams. All I do is wonder:

What are these dreams, and who are these people?

What will happen to all the kids and that little girl with the legs and the freckles and the laugh?

What will happen to me or to that strange woman?

What will happen to any of us?


It is so dark, Jenny. The whole world’s gone dark.

Your brother,



April 16, 2018

Eleven days ago, human existence divided into two parts: Before Darkness and After Darkness. The latter, pessimists will argue, is ignorant and misleading. Who is to say, they ask, that there will be an After? Who is to say that this isn’t the state of our lives, our world, our humanity for the rest of eternity? Darkness, darkness, and more darkness.

It’s funny: the line between B.D. and A.D. is a meager span of eight and a half minutes. Or, if you want to be precise—to make the time sound shorter, like we couldn’t have seen it coming—a matter of 510 seconds. That is how long it took for our planet to realize it no longer had its mother, the Sun, to offer her steadfast care of yellow light and warm hugs. For those 510 seconds, us earthly billions scurried like ants, oblivious to the growing shadow of the palm that was slowly, slowly descending.


No more sun.

B.D. becomes A.D.

I could tell, ye ken? I could tell something wasna right. Felt a chill right down my spine, I did.

This is a quote from a farmer in the Shetland Isles whose potato crop, in just a few short months, will die out. Travelers will sink their teeth into the greening skin, desperate for a taste of an uncanned vegetable. The solanine that poisons their insides in exchange for this token of the B.D. world.

This same farmer—the man who claims he felt the cold finger of imminent doom—will meet an ironic death: hypothermia, in his own bed. It will be 43 below on that day, a temperature even his warm-blooded wife, long in the ground, would have blanched it. There will be no one to mourn him, save the travelers eating the toxic potatoes, and even they will fall not long after.

His son lives in Stirling with his own wife, and he will not know of his father’s death when it happens, but deduce its occurrence from the prolonged silence. Silence, in the A.D., is none of the things it once could have been. Not anger or disinterest or dementia. Only death—the certainty that something wasna right.

But this is months away yet, and so the son, named Ian Murray, has no reason to assume the frozen corpse of his farmer father. As of this moment, it has been eleven days since the sun vanished, and outside Ian’s home is one of the hundreds of Sites. He flocks there, as everyone within the vicinity does, to see the strange phenomenon at the Killin stone circle. It floats over the rocks that no one—not even Ian, who lives just three sloping hills away—ever paid much mind in the B.D.

But now: crowds surrounding them. Children on parents’ shoulders, sound booms and camera crews, iPhones perpetually raised and Instagram filters debated.

Mayfair or Ludwig? Which d’ye reckon will make it brighter? I need my cousin in Wisconsin to see this.”

“She’s already seen it, ye clotheid. This shit’s all over the news!”

And it is. Every broadcaster all over the world has come to Britain, Ireland, Brittany, England, Scotland, Bulgaria, Israel, and Poland, setting up camp by every ancient stone circle now glowing with—

“Light!” people cheer.

“Light!” people hiss.

“Light!” people cry. And they cry and cry and cry. Has anything ever been more beautiful than this, they ask? These perfect lights—the only natural light left in the entire A.D. world—dancing above the standing stones?

“Like fairies.”

Bigger than fairies.”

Eventually, the parties of gawkers are broken up and ushered back to their homes. They trudge through the all-consuming dark, seeing almost nothing, but hearing the chatter of hope and fear buzzing around them. They cannot do anything except sit in front of their televisions or their radios, waiting for answers that will arrive when it is nearly too late. Their screens already black, the electricity out entirely. Everyone huddled close under flickering candlelight, still whispering, whispering:

“What are the Orbs?”

“Where do the Orbs come from?”

“Why are they here?”

And so on the evening the Orbs first appear, Ian and his wife return from Killin circle, trying (and failing) to make sense of these lights that have appeared in their recently lightless world. They sit at their rickety IKEA table, listening to their children in the living room—“Is this the end of the world?” one of their daughters asks—before they finally call the wife’s brother. No one in the Murray household has the foresight to understand that the bulbs above their heads, the sound of Doctor Who, and the cell phone they are dialing might eventually disappear.

“Jamie,” Ian says into the receiver, “Jamie?”

And Jamie Fraser, having been brutally awoken that morning, rubs his face and thinks, Aye, that’s me all right. The badge swinging from his neck proclaims himself so: Dr. James Fraser, Solar Astronomer.

“Jamie, what the Devil is going on?” This, from Jenny, Ian’s wife, who is convinced that the Orbs are a government hoax. Those damn bastards, she keeps muttering, those damn bastards.

Jamie is leaning against a tree, feeling the weight of his badge and, thus, his responsibility dragging him to the ground. He has been avoiding the glare of the floodlights, which are now shining so brightly on the uniformed men and his impossible task. He does not want to get used to them, this artificial light. Wants to forget them so that, when such forgetfulness becomes necessary, they are impossible for him to miss.

“I’ve no idea.”

“D’ye think it’s aliens or some sort?”

“Dinna be daft, Ian, this has the English written all over it. Those damn bastards.”

“We’ve only been here since this morning, Jenny. We willna ken any answers for a while.”

“Weel, where are ye?” Ian asks. “Are ye here? In Stirling?” And Jamie, against his will, looks at the Orb over the clefted rock. It dims, brightens, then dims again. No discernable pattern in its behavior, though Jamie feels as though it is calling to him. Close your eyes. Listen.

“Today’s been such a blur, I—I honestly canna remember. I woke up wi’ a man banging on my door in Glasgow, and then I was in a helicopter on my way here.”

“Christ,” Ian says.

Jamie looks off into the distance, at the small but blinking city, and imagines it several months from now. A ghost town, perhaps. A crater of an even deeper blackness where the signs of life he is watching now have dwindled into nothing. How long though? How long will it last without the sun?

“We’re stationed no’ far from Inverness, but I’m no’ sure what stone circle this is.”

“As long as it isna Stonehenge,” Jenny replies, bursting with a knowledge gleaned from the Killin crowd. “Two people dead there. A sacrificial ritual before the police arrived.”

Jamie almost laughs at the idiocy of it all, but then a stern voice takes his attention. It crackles from a walkie-talkie carried by one of the army bigwigs.

Craig Na Dun? Craig Na Dun, are you there? They’ve found two more Sites in the Orkneys. Over.