i wish you existed closer to me


👑 - You intimidate me
🌹 - You fascinate me
💙 - I want to be your friend
💚 - You’re one of my best friends
💖 - I have a crush on you
🍦 - Your blog is great
🍰 - I wish we were closer
🍩 - I wish you knew I existed
👡 - You’re pretty
🎀 - You make me smile

💥 - I don’t like you
❌ - You have a bad attitude
🔥 - I wish you would delete

🍉 - I wanna talk to you more
🍒 - I wanna be in your friend group
🍓 - I wanna get to know you better


👑 - You intimidate me

🌹 - You fascinate me
💙 - I want to be your friend
💚 - You’re one of my best friends
💖 - I have a crush on you
🍦 - Your blog is great
🍰 - I wish we were closer
🍩 - I wish you knew I existed
🎀 - You make me smile
💥 - I don’t like you
🍉 - I wanna talk to you more
🍒 - I wanna be in your friend group
🍓 - I wanna get to know you better


aries + sagittarius

“You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.”

taurus + virgo

“I still search for you in crowds,
in empty fields and soaring clouds.
In city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars.”

cancer + pisces

“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.”

libra + leo

“Letting you go – There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.”

scorpio + capricorn

“One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.”

aquarius + gemini

When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they
are not there— even if they are only in the very next room.
Your soul only feels their absence— it doesn’t realize the
separation is temporary.” 

(quotes source: lang leav)

Novocaine-Chapter 8

 Summary: I do not know how to explain this one. It hurt.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: If you are triggered by mentions of suicide, do not read, Angst. SUper angst. Swearing. 

Word Count:1280

Please… Please make it stop. Make it stop! Please! Your mind screams as you take the stairs to the roof.

All you needed was air. All you want is space, space to breathe, space to think, to stop the screaming in your head, the ache in your soul, but your legs are heavy like you’re walking through quicksand. Clutching at the metal handrails, you stop, steadying yourself, shaking your head violently, trying to get the acidic thoughts out.

Enough! I want to breathe, make it stop! You scream at yourself, hoping sheer willpower would be enough to stem the tide.

It isn’t.

You take the last few steps in two long strides, throwing the metal access door to the roof open with a loud thunk. Racing to the edge, your hands meet the guardrail. Heaving a great shuddering breath, you bring your hand to your mouth as the sobs begin, a tidal wave of tears spilling from your eyes. Hand shaking, your cries pierce the silence, your left hand clutching at your stomach as you bend over your knees trying to stifle the sounds coming out of your mouth with little success.

“Shadow,” his soft voice comes.

Whirling around, you land heavily on your backside, eyes wide with horror. No! Please! Not him! The internal voice screams as you stare at Bucky.

“It’s alright, doll face,” he says as he crouches in front of you. “I’m right here,” he croons, prying your hand away from your mouth and entwining his fingers with yours. He hauls you to your feet and pulls you into an embrace, your wet face plastered to his chest. “It’s been a day, huh?” he whispers into your hair.

The fight drains from you, and you wrap your arms around him, seeking any comfort he could provide.

“I’m sorry about earlier, doll face. I don’t know why I reacted that way. Things are a mess,” he says, and the buzzing in your head intensifies. “You hurt me, doll, the things you said. I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you? It’s hard from me to know what’s real and what isn’t.” His voice drips with hurt and for a second you can’t believe he said the words, you cannot believe his flippancy.

Your arms fall limply to your sides. “I never meant to fall in love with you,” you reply shakily, broken, willing him to believe you, to understand that you hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You couldn’t help who you loved, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

He sighs heavily, nodding his head. “I know, but you said the words and it fucked with my head. I need ya in my life, doll, I need ya to anchor me, to help me feel human, these feelings…” he snuggles deeper into your hair, “I can’t deal with them,” he finishes quietly.

You can’t help the anger that surges inside of you. The hot hate which accompanies it nearly chokes you, and you rip yourself out of his embrace. “You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?” you ask in disbelief. “What about my feelings? Do you think I wanted to fall for my best friend? That I wanted any of this to happen?” you snap.

He takes a step forward, eyes pleading, doing that broken thing he does that makes your heart break. “That’s not what I meant, doll,” he replies softly taking another step toward you. “I just need you to give me time. I’m tryin’ here,” he says a bit more forcefully.”I ain’t tryna hurt ya. I ain’t tryna be cruel, doll.”

You scoff disdainfully. “I know you didn’t do it to be cruel. I could have hardened myself against cruelty. Cruelty requires some sort of intention, some acknowledgment. I’m not sure you even knew I existed for longer than the three seconds it took to politely brush me aside like I was nothing. That was it, wasn’t it? I was nothing to you. Inconsequential. I wish you would have been cruel, Bucky!” you reply, turning away from him, wishing to hide the tears that have formed in your eyes.

Make it stop, make him stop! you beg silently. Shutting your eyes against it, some part of your brain believing if you ignored him long enough he would go away, that this entire situation would go away.

“Nothing matters anymore,” you whisper quietly into the wind, stepping closer to the railing.

Maybe I can shut it off for a while, you muse as you take another step closer, Bucky’s voice unable to pierce the thick fog that had settled in your mind. Maybe I can make it stop, you reflect, the railing an inch away from you. You raise your hand to touch it, to vault yourself over the edge, but you’re stopped abruptly.unable 

“(Y/N)!” Castiel’s deep voice bounces around in your head like a ping pong ball, clearing the fog. “What are you doing?” a hint of terror bleeds into his voice.

Your eyes snap to his. You don’t know what he finds there, you don’t know what he sees, but his demeanor shifts from concern to anger in mere seconds.

“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” he demands, his eyes turning a bright blue as his emotions take him over.

“I’m fine, Cas. A lapse in judgment is all,” your voice sounds thick and slurred to your ears like it’s coated in concrete.

“Your soul was screaming, Shadow. I don’t know much about human emotion, but you are hurting and you refuse to acknowledge the pain this man is causing you!” he snaps, his eyes trained firmly on Bucky.

“Back off, pal. This has nothing to do with you. She can make her own decisions,” Bucky says menacingly, advancing on Cas.

Panic races through your veins at the thought of Bucky and Cas fighting. Cas would smite Bucky faster than you could blink. Could you do nothing right? Did you have to destroy all you held dear?

“Cas I’m fine, I promise!” you reply, grabbing his arm, trying to catch his attention.

He rips his arm out of your reach and he turns to face you. “This man will be your downfall! At least Dean did not go out of his way to hurt you, to destroy you!”

Blinding rage accompanies his words.

“What the fuck do you know, Clarence? The little angel that loved humanity too much! You pretend to feel, you pretend to know what it means to be human, but you know nothing! You are not a human. Blind obedience is programmed into you, and yet you want to school me in emotion?” you hiss ignoring the intense guilt that accompanies your words.

Cas eyes go wide, his lower lip trembling slightly, and he disappears, Bucky chortling quietly behind you.

Your hands fly into your hair where you yank at the ends harshly, your body vibrating as you sink, sink, sink into the repressed emotion. Your powers flare out of control, years of pent up emotion rising to the surface, and an inhuman sound escapes your lips, fresh tears falling heavily.

“Doll?” Bucky asks, panic evident in his voice as he begins to back away. “Shadow you gotta calm down, doll face!” he half yells.

You turn to face him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know you don’t look human anymore. Bucky’s face is a mask of terror, as he backs up quickly, words leaving his mouth, but you can’t hear them. All you feel is the power.

You stretch out your arms and laugh until it becomes a scream.

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A Favor Part 5

Characters: eventual Reader x Sam

Words: 1016

Summary: Sam and Dean are gone on a hunt, and the Reader discovers something in the bunker.

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Careful what you wish for Chapter 1

Originally posted by wonhontology

She loses hope she will ever see him again. And even if she does, will he remember her?

Fantasy AU

Main character - Monsta X Kihyn

It all started after I woke up in a hospital. At first I was terrified, confused and I thought I was crazy. Fifth or sixth time it happened I already enjoyed it way much I wanted to admit to myself. But after months and months I was exhausted. I just wanted it to end. But I didn’t have the idea how.

Working in a broadcast station was all I ever wanted. My current job was, well, not even close to where I wanted to be. But you have to start from somewhere. And oh boy, I started straight from the bottom.

I am a staff assistant. So not even staff on its own, but their assistant. Yeah, you guessed it right. There wasn’t lower position than mine. I do whatever I am told, and that basically means I run those errands no one wants to.

But I can’t complain. All I need is to work hard and I know I will progress and get that dream job one day. Also, seeing handsome idols every day at work is something I never get tired off. Even though I just pass them water or towels, collect their mics and other minor jobs I actually get to see them up close.

Or I could be deceiving myself. I can’t even tell lately. My life has gotten to its lowest point and I have been walking around miserable, with no actual friends, boyfriend or money. And seeing idols up close did get boring at one point.

Mostly because they don’t mind me at all. It’s like I don’t even exist. If I do make eye contact with some of them it looks like they are looking straight through me.

I’m sick of this. They all act like I don’t exist, but I just wish we could be closer, I’m sure we would get along so well.  I’m a human being too, you pretentious little… I grab the towel that someone threw at me and start kicking and hitting the air out of frustration.

Loud bang and before I could do anything, huge speaker was falling right at me.

And that was the last thing I remember before waking up in that hospital room.

My face is washed and I’m in soft pajamas, snuggled in warm bed with new episode of drama on, happy that I’ll get to sleep in tomorrow since I got few days off.

At some point I doze off, yawning so hard my whole mouth is wide open and my eyes shut. I stretch my whole body and open my eyes again.

“You had a long day today, huh?”

“Yeah, you can’t even imagine how tired I am right now.”

Wait. Who am I talking to?

I rub my eyes and take a look around me.

This is not my room.

I look at the other side and jump out of the bed from shock.

“Hey,  what are you doing?! Get back to bed and go to sleep. It’s already late.”

I rub my eyes again and shake my head. He’s still there. Tall and skinny with milky white skin, high bridged nose and round lips.

He catches me starring and smiles, his lips getting rectangular shape and his eyes squinting.

“I know you like me but let’s not make it that obvious.”

“K…K…Ken” I somehow stutter and point my index finger in his direction.

“Ken? You never call me that.” Confusion is on his face but it quickly fades.

“For you I’m Jaehwani oppa” he says it cutely and turns the lights off. “Now go to sleep.”

And just like that he shuts the door, leaving me alone lying in what I suppose is his bed.

The next morning I woke up in my bed. It was all a dream I was telling myself just because how crazy it sounded.

Until the next time. And let me tell you, my reaction was even worse than the first time, because I was pretty sure I have gone crazy.

By the fifth time I got used to it. It was then when I met Rap Monster. Or Namjoon how he told me to call him. We spent the whole night talking and drinking, laughing and reading poetry to each other.  

It was always one idol per week. All the same. I get ready to sleep, and just when I yawn, I open my eyes and puff, I’m in their rooms. They act completely chill, talk with me a little and then put me to sleep. I’m always their best friend, but what’s interesting is that I always have a different name. At first I was correcting them but they just ended up telling me not to joke and went on with that name. So I let them. I wanted to be their friend even with different name, so I pretended it didn’t matter.

After few months and various idols I met, Namjoon appeared next to me again. I was out from happiness.  After we spent that beautiful night together, all I wanted was to meet him again.

But, he called me different name than the last time we were together. When I told him about all the things we did and what we talked about he told me I was crazy for making it up.

And then was when I realised. After I go to bed they completely forget about me. Like I never existed in their lives before. Well, the truth was I have never been part of their lives, so I don’t know what made me think otherwise? Just because I spent half an hour with them, or that they called me their best friend we were actually friends?

No. I was there for these mere few hours a night, and after that it was like I never existed.

Another few months have passed and I was tired of this. I just wanted to make it stop, somehow cancel this crazy thing that was going on, but I had no idea what started it, yet alone how to stop it.

And that takes me to tonight and what I believe is the beginning of the end to this.

Always the same routine, I get ready to bed, yawn and I’m there.

I open my eyes and see unfamiliar dorm.

“You’re sure you want the upper bed? You always sleep down.”

He’s right. I hate bunk beds because I have this crazy fear I will roll over and fall down.

I turn my head to side to see who it is tonight.

I’m met with small face with pointy chin and prominent cheekbones. His raven black hair is ruffled and parted in middle. His face is bare, glistening under the room light.

“Yeah… I would like to sleep down if it’s not a problem.” I shyly say after I take the time to admire his face.

“Sure, not a problem at all.” He smiles and steps away from the bed frame, leaving me space to get down.

Once I’m on the ground I notice he’s not that tall, and rather skinny, but his eyes shine so bright and his smile is so wide it keeps me mesmerized.

I carefully turn around and bend to get into the lower bed when he grabs my hand.

“Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?” His voice is gentle and concerned, so melodic that I almost miss what he just said.

“How did you just call me?”

“Y/N. Why?” Dark haired boy seems even more concerned now.

My name. It’s the first time someone called me by my name. But what is this supposed to mean?

“Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to get you something?” His concern is so touching, I don’t know why but I have this weird feeling, I say to myself looking at the guy in front of me who’s now holding me carefully with both of his hands.

Kihyun-ah come on, hurry up! someone is shouting from outside the room.

I’m coming in five. Kihyun responds and turns his attention back on me.

Suddenly I feel dizzy and my body is becoming heavy, my tongue twisted and I find it hard to stand. It feels like someone is not allowing me to stay awake. Kihyun carefully puts me to bed, never letting go of my hand.

“I’m sad. There is people all around me but I feel so lonely.”

Kihyun tightens his grip on my palm and I feel his soft skin against mine. His hand is not that bigger than mine, but it fits perfectly. He holds it with so much care and delicacy, that there’s growing heat in pit of my stomach.

“You’re not lonely, you have me. Whatever it is, you can tell me Y/N.”

My eyelids start to shut and I feel light. My brain is working but the words I want to say don’t get out.

“Next time. I will tell you next time.” I hazily say. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything you want” Kihyun softly says, his tender voice lulls me to sleep even more.

“You’ll remember.”

“Remember what?” Kihyun’s confused but doesn’t raise his voice. He sits next to me, carefully listening to my words.

“Just remember me.”

Chapter 2



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This little fanfic was inspired by this Youtube video by Goretoons. While watching all could think of was Virgil and Roman singing it.  I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and with it being Roman’s time to shine this works pretty well.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mx1Ud847fA

Ships: Prinxiety at the end/ Logicality one sided?(who knowwwsss~*spooky arms*)

Warnings: None

Roman: Italics

Virgil: Bold

Unison: Italics and Bold

Roman and Virgil were having another fight, nothing out of normal for the two. Even after Virgil’s name reveal and him trying to work things out with Thomas. Roman and Virgil still fight to the nail and tooth over the dumbest things. Today though, Patton was determined to make them act like a loving family, which is what put them in the situation they are in right now. Roman and Virgil were standing in the living room each holding a microphone and staring at the karaoke machine in front of them. Patton’s great idea for them to ‘bond’ more, Virgil was cringing as Roman continued trying to talk Patton out of it.

“-I mean, I do love singing and showing how amazing I am, but this is ridiculous. How am I to sing with Nightmare’s Bogeyman?!” Patton seemed to ignore him as he continued scrolling through the list of songs.

“I’m sorry to do this Roman but I can’t stand seeing family fighting and what better way of fixing it then with song?!” Patton gave a smile that showed excitement and hope. Virgil knew that face, they weren’t getting out of this no matter how Roman argued.

“I do have to agree with Patton, many studies show how teamwork activities and lyrical duets build a more strong trust and positive emotions.” Logan stood over Patton’s shoulder viewing the list, “I believe this song will help fix their current disagreement.” Logan pointed down at the list as Patton’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! It’s prefect and it’s from a cartoon isn’t that great Roman!” Roman sighed and gave in, it was far too late. Roman walked over to stand next to Virgil giving an annoyed look.

“At least try and not make me look bad as I give a show.” Virgil gave a small hiss in reply ignoring Patton’s disapproving look. Patton pressed a button and the title appeared on screen. Virgil was surprised to say the least, he knew the song well. One of his favorites from Adventure Time really, and with the way Roman was quietly smiling it was a song he enjoyed as well. Virgil took a step forward showing he would sing first, Roman gave no sign of disagreement. Virgil’s voice rang out as Patton and Logan sat on the couch watching.

La da, da, da, da,

I’m gonna bury you in the, ground,

la da, da, da, da I’m gonna bury you with my sound

I’m gonna, drink the red from your pretty pink face.

I’m gonna..

Roman stood up not hiding the bitterness from his voice as he sang.

Are you done yet? Cause I’m tired of feeling guilty for this!

Is that what people really think about me? That I’m a god above all of you!

Virgil faced Roman sending a bitter glare at him as he stepped closer.

Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect! like all your little loyal subjects do!

Sorry if I seem malicious but I can’t sympathize with you!

I know that it hurts when you’re lonely… but I cant take that burden from you! So!

I’m just your problem! Well.

Virgil’s voice shook and he was beginning to think Logan picked a song that was too perfect.

You’re, your own


It’s like I’m, not even a person am I?

I’m just your problem

And now, you wear this defensive attitude!

Roman took a step closer to Virgil, showing his anger in a intimidating stance. Virgil accepted the challenge and stood in front of Roman’s face almost feeling his breath.

And I, shouldn’t have to prove anything to you!

Virgil stepped down feeling his emotions betray him as his crawled in on himself, this was a bad idea. He wished he just ran into his room, now Roman would have another way to make fun of Virgil.

I’m sorry that I exist, I forgot what landed me on your blacklist

And I, will always be here, but it isn’t my battle to save you from you!

Roman saw Virgil’s body shake and he himself was feeling the music take over him, allowing the emotions he buried rise back to the surface. His lines almost being lost in the shaking way his vocal cords sang out.

Why do I want to? ( x2 )

Yes I still want to ! ( x2 )

But I must! Stand, and watch!

I’m asking you!

But I still want to

So why do I want to?

Virgil stepped forward again, but this time it was hesitate and shaky. Too many emotions were surging through him to actually think about his actions. He looked up at Roman his eyes showing hurt and fear.

I guess that’s why! I wanna bury you in the ground!

Because I care! Why you wanna bury me with your sound!

Roman cursed in his head as his voice cracked. He saw Virgil and his heart broke, he yelled at himself for all the times he hid his feels, all the times he showed hatred to this fear ridden trait. Every regret fueling the way his body moved closer to Virgil, as their foreheads brushed against each other.

I’m sorry that it’s this way

But I don’t know what else to say

Virgil could feel the tears that slipped past his face. He couldn’t care though as through his blurry vision, he could see Roman had the same tears in his eyes.

And I, promise you, you will never push me away

Roman slowly wrapped his arms around Virgil keeping their eyes locked on each other. Their voices quiet and broken as the song tumbled out of them.

Cause I..

Can not wait for..

When you say..

Virgil rested his head on Roman’s chest as the tears flooded down his face. The last lyric spoken softly in Roman’s ear.

I’m…just your, problem.

The music faded out but Roman just held Virgil tighter not wanting this to end. Not wanting the wall falling over them again, his heart couldn’t handle it. His breath catching in his throat every time a cry threaten to leave his lips. Tears staining the top of Virgil’s head as Virgil’s own tears stained Roman’s chest.

Logan slowly grabbed Patton’s hand leading him out of the room. “But they-”

“Shh, we shouldn’t bother them. They will have a long conversation that they would most likely want to be a private one.” Logan spoke quietly, as Patton gave Logan a look showing realization.

“You knew this would happen didn’t you?” Patton’s voice was surprised and impressed.

“Well, the signs of attraction were very clear, yet I did not calculate them having such a…emotional reaction to their feelings.”

Patton nodded, looking back at the doorway. He smiled back at Logan, “I’m glad they were able to work their feelings in such a beautiful way!”

Logan only nodded and turned to return to his room, “Give them a few hours to get everything straightened out. Maybe now we could settle debates with less unneeded emotions.”

“Y-yeah, our family will be even closer now!” Patton’s smile didn’t leave until he heard the sound of Logan’s door close. He smiled sadly at the ground, feeling his heart twisted in an uncomfortable knot. “If only you could see my feelings as clearly as theirs.” Patton smiled one more time in the direction of the two traits then he turned and slowly crept into his room. He sat on his bed with a plate full of cookies.

Just A Sniff Away (Jacob Black)(Esme Cullen)

It never gets any easier. You know, losing someone that was such a vital part of your life.

Especially on days like this.

It was Mother’s Day and I had just gotten done putting flowers on mom’s grave.

Then all of a sudden it just hit me. It was like a fucking tsunami of emotions.

I revved my bike up faster, speeding past La Push, past the fucking reservation, past all of my fucking problems.

I just kept going and going and going, the wind colliding with the tears that I was trying to hold back.

I ran away from all of my shit back at home to all of my shit in Forks.

You can never ignore the stench of a vampire.

The wolf in me itched, my senses heightening even more, searching for the posed threat.

And then I saw her, about 100 yards or so into the deep forest that lined the highway.

By then I had stopped my bike, ready to turn around when I heard her.

“Jacob?” she questioned, even though I’m pretty damn sure she knew it was me.

“Hey, Esme.” I said, trying to regain some kind of tenor in my voice.

“Is something wrong, Jacob?” she asked, the stench of her gaining on me.

“Uh, no, no. I just got a lot of shit on my mind.” I told her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her topaz eyes boring into mine.

“No, I’m fine.” I tried, my voice cracking.

Then all of the shit about us being ‘natural enemies’ just…. left and all of my emotions came back.

“Jacob, honey? You can talk to me if you would like, or maybe you want me to call Billy?” she questioned.

For her heart to be frozen, you could tell that she had a big one. You could tell that she wanted to come closer, to comfort me in some shape or form, but she hesitated.

“Esme, it’s okay.” I said, needing someone….anyone.

In a flash she was in front me, holding her arms out wide, waiting for me to run into them and tell her all of my fucking problems…..

and that’s exactly what I did.

I told her about how I wished my mom was here, how I felt bad for ever achieving anything because she wasn’t here to see it, how I felt that everyone else acted like she never existed.

By the time I had stopped blubbering, her sweater was soaked and I felt like I needed to go lift weights, or fix a car, or do anything to get an ounce of my masculinity back.

“Jacob, listen to me. Your mother would be so proud of the young man that you have become and I know that she wouldn’t have wanted you to stop living your life feeling guilty.” Esme said, pulling me back, and cupping the sides of my face.

“You are an incredible young man that I am proud to call a friend. Don’t ever forget that, okay?” she asked.

“Thank you, Esme.” I said, voice hoarse as hell.

Just then, I got text.

“ get your ass back home so Sam can stop his bitching. -Leah”

“Sorry Esme, but I’ve got to head back.” I apologized, moving back towards my bike.

“I understand.” she smiled, heading back to the forest line.

I started up the bike, and was just ready to head back home when I heard her soft voice over the roar of the engine.

“And remember Jacob, if you ever need me, I’m just a sniff away.”

It’s anon hour time! 

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Inbox Game 1: Send me an emoji

👑 - You intimidate me
🌹 - You fascinate me
💙 - I want to be your friend
💚 - You’re one of my best friends
💖 - I have a crush on you
🍦 - I want to make out with you
🍰 - I wish we were closer
🍩 - I wish you knew I existed
👡 - You’re sexy
🎀 - You make me smile

💥 - I don’t like you
❌ - You have a bad attitude
🔥 - I wish you would go away

🍉 - I wanna talk to you more
🍒 - I wanna be in your friend group
🍓 - I wanna get to know you better

Inbox Game 2: You are in a café with me, what tea do you order?

1. Rosehip tea: Which book did you love when you were younger?
2. Oolong tea: Which book series could you read again?
3. Rooibos: What is one of you favourite books?
4. Strawberry tea: Tell me about your first kiss, if you had one.
5. Apple tea: Tell me about your first break up, if you had one.
6. Earl Grey: Which countries have you visited?
7. Chai: Where do you want to travel next?
8. Darjeeling: What languages do you speak?
9. Hop tea: Do you have a favourite tea? Which one?
10. Herbal tea: Which person would you chose to travel the world with?
11. Nettle tea: Are you jealous on a person? Why?
12. Ice tea: Do you miss somebody? Why?
13. Yellow tea: What shampoo do you use?
14. Peppermint tea: What is your favourite gif at the moment?
15. Ceylon tea: Do you have a song you like, but have bad memories with?
16. Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear?
17. Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch?
18. Pu-erh tea: What is a book you can recommend to others?
19. Turkish tea: What is your favourite cake?
20. Green tea: What was the first movie you saw in a cinema?
21. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile.
22. Panda tea: Do you have pets? Which one?
23. Butter tea: Show / Tell me about one thing i your room you find awesome.
24. Hot chocolate: Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)?
25. 24 flavors: What is your favourite word?
26. Jasmin tea: Can you draw / paint? Wanna show me something?
27. Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza?
28. Cloud tea: Which movie do you want to watch next?
29. Gunpowder tea: If you had the chance: would you go to space?
30. Matcha: Bonus question of you choice! I might answer…

Taking Back Control - 4


So, this was Dark.

The being sat in front of Amy had no right to look like Mark. The way his gaze made her mind shut down in terror. The way his smirk sent her body shuddering in fear. The way it felt as if his hand had sunk down her throat and ripped her heart in half. Whatever witty remark she had planned died, her mouth dried up and her lungs made desperate attempts to suck in the cold, thick air. He might as well had walked up to her and put her in a choke hold.

He stood slowly from the piano, adjusting his suit with pale hands. The room was completely grey-scale, but it wasn’t just furniture choice. The monochrome void licked at her shoes like an angry swarm. The man before her was lit by a red and blue veil, which twisted and snapped with his movements. When he took a single step towards her, Amy pushed herself into the door behind her. It would have been shameful, had the predator before her not been so threatening. His gaze held her own with too much intensity as he tilted his head in a sort of morbid curiosity. He licked at his lips, pulling them into a thin line, before rolling his shoulders slightly

“I don’t blame you for running earlier, Amy. It’s a fairly common reaction.” She swallowed, offering a weak nod, her heart hammering. He clapped his hands together, offering a smile. It showed too many teeth, and didn’t reach his eyes. “I suppose you would like to know why you’re here?” Amy went to speak, but clamped her mouth shut. She was starting to think maybe she didn’t want to know. Instinctively, her hand tried the door handle, which was still locked. Dark shook his head slightly at the motion, his entire body jerking to the side in a violent twitch. “Now Amy, you don’t think I’m dumb enough to forget to lock the door? That was Googles’ mistake, not mine.”

“What do you want with me?” She choked out unexpectedly, causing Dark to chuckle slightly. The sound echoed eerily across the room.

“Finally talking, now are we? I’d thought Dr. Iplier had cut out your tongue for a moment there.” Amy’s heart plummeted. “Ah yes, don’t think I don’t know about your encounter with the ‘good’ doctor. Don’t worry dear, I will continue to ignore it if he continues to play the fool. If not however…” Dark’s human shell cracked into a contorted, screaming figure, before regaining its composure. Dark didn’t need to elaborate on his intentions. He took another step closer to her, until a single stride of space laid empty between them. “As to why you’re here, why it’s quite…simple. Mark has been refusing my invitations for him to meet me, not to mention I found out recently he hadn’t even informed you of my existence.” Dark’s shell cracked a little on those words, the ringing deafening. “I’m using you as a bargaining chip currently, though if I do wish to…dispose of you…” Amy tensed up, watching for any sign he was bluffing. There was none, the sadistic smirk twisting his face was genuine.

“If you killed me, there would be hell to pay for it!” She wished she sounded more confident. He closed the space in between them, a cold finger running down her cheek and under her chin, raising her head to look at him.

“I don’t disagree with you there, dear. Have you heard of the tale of the ‘Scorpion and the Frog?’” Her eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. She’d heard it referenced many times, but never specifically read it. “The scorpion asked for the frogs help to cross a river. When the frog asked, 'How do I know you won’t sting me?’ The scorpion replied that it would doom them both. Halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog. When the frog asked why, the scorpion replied…” Dark gave out a sigh, his hot breath clear across Amy’s face, his lips too close to hers for comfort, but he had her pinned. He leaned into her ear. “'It’s in my nature.’” He gave out a breathy laugh at her mortified expression, leaning away from her. “I hope that answers your questions.”

Dark took her hand, to which Amy instinctively pulled away. He scowled, twitching and flickering before grasping her arm. Monochrome tendrils spiralled across her, constricting her. She cried out in pain, but found herself unable to pull away. “I wouldn’t recommend disobeying me Miss Nelson.” He growled, “some things are worse than death.” He paused, regaining his seemingly calm nature. Amy noted that for a terrifying moment, her body had been the same monochrome colours as his own. “Why don’t we go ask Red for a house tour, darling?” He linked arms with her, before pulling the door open. It seemed to unlock for him and when he clicked his fingers, the door shut behind them. If Red was capable of concern he didn’t show it when their eyes met. The robots gaze lingered on Dark’s arm around hers, before looking to him.

“What would you like me to do now, sir?“  Dark gave his signature half-smile, his head twitching slightly.

"Why, I’d like to give this beautiful lady here the grand tour! Would you care to host it?” For a hopeful moment, Amy thought Red would say no. Their face contorted slightly, glitching. But they forced their expression neutral.

“Of course, sir, I’d love to.” They somehow had the phrase sound more monotonous than anything any other Google had ever said. Dark licked his lips, before giving his best twisted smile.

“Wonderful. We’ll start upstairs. Keep in mind, Red, if we run into any other alters you know who’s to blame…We wouldn’t want to spoil Amy’s tour, would we?” Red shook his head curtly, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. Dark took her along in tow, his arm fastened around her own. This was different from when Google had dragged her along earlier - at least she’d been able to resist. Now Amy was submissive to Dark’s every whim, too scared of the pain that could follow if she disobeyed.

She shut off her mind and attempted to pretend Mark was beside her again.

It didn’t work. 

“This floor is predominantly residential. Each bedroom belongs to an alter, and is equipped with an en suite.” Red began when they reached the top of the stairs, keeping his voice cautiously low to avoid gaining unwanted attention. Though, with the slight ringing of Dark’s presence, the alters would have to be stupid to reveal themselves. He gestured to the four doors that opened on each corner of the stairway. “Ed Edgar,” the door had a poster, offering the price of his supposed son. Several pieces of paper had been pinned over it, suggesting lower and lower prices each time, “Silver Shepard,“ the door was relatively plain, but had small, worn stickers stuck over it in random locations. They looked like something out of a comic, saying things such as 'pow’, 'bang’ and 'whoosh’, “King of the Squirrels,” upon closer inspection, the substance on the doorknob and floor appeared to be dried peanut butter, “and Bim Trimmer.” That one was obvious. It had a gold, glowing star in the centre with his name engraved upon it. Amy smiled at the personality revealed simply by the bedroom doors, but it died when she glanced at the monochromatic being next to her. Dark, who hadn’t removed his arm, appeared as if he couldn’t care less about this tour, but his eyes followed Red with an assessing, malicious glint. He was waiting for the robot to mess up. Red droned on, “The right wing holds a suite which the Googles reside in, myself included.” Amy opened her mouth to ask a question, but it died in her throat. Dark raised an eyebrow at her. It was shameful. Waiting for his permission to ask a simple question. The side of his lip tugged upwards in a smirk.

“You’re allowed to ask questions dear.” He whispered, inclining his head towards Red. She tensed up, clearing her throat.

“I was just wondering if there’s a difference between the Googles? Besides colour, of course.” She hated the way she stuttered when her eyes made contact with Dark’s intense stare.

“Yes, Miss Nelson. There is a difference. I am well suited for completing general tasks, and the taking, and sharing of images. For example,…” Red’s eyes flashed a white light like a camera. A moment later, and image of her startled expression, Dark with her tight in his grasp, filled the space in front of Red like it was on an invisible projector, before flickering away. “Green is designed towards location-based tasks. This means he is able to locate individuals on maps using device IP, and work as a high functioning GPS system. Oliver provides social connections between Google prototypes and individuals. He can send emails, live stream, and hold realistic conversations. Blue is the default. A bit of all of us." 

The tour continued in this prolonged, tense manner. Red had decided they didn’t need to visit the tower or the infirmary again, as Amy had already seen them. He pointed out the main features of the first floor, the library and dining area near the entrance, as well as the grand room in the centre. However, Red’s continuous glances at Dark, followed by the jitters in his speech was becoming more noticeable with each passing room. Dark’s indifferent silence was getting to him. The robot was growing more careless, at one point having to hide them in a linen closet as they waited for an alter to pass. The look Dark threw Red afterward almost sent them into a nervous breakdown - or a short circuit at least. Amy wasn’t the only one who wanted to be dismissed. On the basement floor, Red mentioned that the space behind the red curtain was actually a theatre and stage, complete with dressing rooms. Amy asked him if she could see it, and Dark rolled his eyes, grimacing to himself slightly.

"If you want to get shot on entry due to the sheer surprise of your existence, go right ahead." 

"Wilford’s room is down here.” Red added for clarification. That sparked her curiosity, but at the same time, she was almost as scared of Wilford’s unpredictability as she was of Dark. Almost. Red showed Amy an indoor pool and spa, before leading them back to the guest bedroom. Before she could escape into it, Dark slithered his along her back and around her waist. Amy tensed, but didn’t resist. It was the worst feeling in the world. She almost felt as if she was cheating on Mark for doing this. 

“Now Red, I believe you forgot to mention something?” Red glitched and stuttered, his eyes watching Dark’s carefully.

“The Host resides in the left wing, by himself.” The robot tried, but Dark tutted, shaking his head. What had Dark done to make the robot so scared of him? How was it possible for a robot to fear him?

“We discussed it earlier.” Amy knew that at any point, Dark could have just told her himself. He wanted to watch Red suffer. 

“Miss Nelson is not allowed in the left and right wing without permission?” Dark smiled, and the robot practically collapsed in relief.

“Marvellous, Red. What about leaving?”

“A-All attempts to leave will be in vain, and will be severely punished.” They stuttered, eyeing up Dark for his reaction.

“Excellent.” Dark finally released his grip on her, sending Amy stumbling forwards. He adjusted his suit, wiping away dust, before turning to her with a sad sigh. It almost sounded genuine. “It’s been lovely, but I must return to my work. I hope to see you again shortly, Miss Nelson.” He turned to eye up Red coldly, before nodding. “You’re dismissed.” And with that, Dark turned, making his way back along the hall with clicking footsteps. The ringing faded, and Amy felt as if a weight had been lifted off her. Red assessed her for a moment, before leaving hastily, down a different hallway. Amy locked herself in the guest room by her own accord.

It wasn’t like she was going anywhere.


I'm used to it - Chapter 3

Reader x Jaebum

Warnings: Swearing, sexual assault, self harm

Words: 2,942

Chapters: 2 , 4


The next morning i woke, i washed up and got dressed for school. I wore a lilac skater dress with an oversized grey cardigan and a pair of white low top sneakers and before i left my room i put my work clothes in my school bag. I made my way downstairs and was greeted by Prince and Romeo, by them jumping on me, “hey, calm down”, i stroked both their backs before going to sit at the table, “noona i’m going straight to work after school and i’m working late again, sorry”. My grandma gave me my breakfast, we were having pancakes, my grandma always made the best pancakes. There was a knock at the door my grandpa went to door to see who it was, it was Marrie, “morning pops, how are you?” “morning and I’m always happy when I see you” she giggled before making her way into  the kitchen “hi noona, hey (y/n)” she sat next to me and noona gave her a plate of pancakes “eat something before you go to school” “thank you noona”.

We ate our pancakes, got up and left for school, we said bye to noona and pops before leaving. We went passed the land of grass and got to the main road where Marrie’s car was parked, she did have an expensive car, her parents had money as well but she wasn’t someone who bragged about it or made fun of someone for having less than her.

Once at school, Marrie parked up near the front of the school. We got out and walked towards the door when we saw Sarah in her car, she sped past us, nearly running us over. She parked right next to Marrie’s car, “uhhh, great her face is the last thing imma see”, I giggled at the disgust on her face. She got out of her car and shouted towards us, “sorry didn’t see you there, irrelevant people tend to be non existent to me”, Marrie shouted back saying “well if we don’t exist, who are you talking to then, you fucking weirdo, i told Marrie to leave it and pulled her away into the school.

We went over to our lockers and stayed there before the bell went. “Why did Jaebum come up to you even though his bitch left, I thought he would just be following her around like a little puppy”, “he just came to pay for the things Sarah ordered, even though she didn’t eat it and apologised for her”, “well, at least there’s someone with sense around here”, i nodded, agreeing with her statement.

Me and Marrie made our way to maths, at least we still sat next to each other in this room. The lesson began a few minutes later and after Mrs Lee had taught us, she gave us worksheets to complete. I was always the first to finish my work and when i did, i just daydreamed, i turned to look at Jaebum he was a row in front of me to the left with Sarah. Today he was wearing a snapback, he looked so fine, but Sarah caught me staring at him, so she began talking to him, “baby, can you come over tonight, i’ve been feeling stressed and i need someone to help me calm down”. She moved her hand down close to his crotch, of course she wanted sex, no surprise she wasn’t a virgin. I am and want to stick that way until marriage, that is if i find anyone, i don’t find it wrong for teens to have sex, like Marrie, her and her boyfriend Jackson, who is also close friends with Jaebum, had it plenty of times, but not often.

“Sorry, i can’t, me and the guys are watching the football match tonight, it’s Barcelona against Man United”, i felt a sudden relief when i heard him say that. Marrie had finally finished her work and we began talking, “Mrs Lee”, Sarah raised her hand, “Marrie and (y/n) are being way too loud and are distracting me”. Mrs Lee gave us a warning, telling us if we talked again we would get detention on friday. We stayed quiet for about 5 minutes before we started talking again, we both bursted out laughing at how Marrie had taken a picture of a boy and her flash was on and Jackson was sat right next to her. “(y/n), Marrie, detention on friday!” Mrs Lee shouted, “for fuck sake”, Marrie said under her breath, but Mrs Lee had super hearing, “well done Marrie you just earned yourself and (y/n) the rest of the week in detention, starting today!”. I looked over to Marrie, she had an apologetic look on her face, well now she could explain to my manager why i was late today and will be for the rest of this week.

As the bell went, marking the end of the school day me and Marrie slowly dragged ourselves to detention. Once we entered the room we saw that Mr Lee was on detention duty, he was a lot nicer compared to his wife and a lot more chilled, he even let us call him by his first name. “Hey Mike”, both, me and Marrie said in unison, “hey girls, there’s work on the desks for you to do”. we both made our way to the desks and sat down together. A few seconds later another student entered, “hey Mike, i’m back again”, i could listen to that voice all day, “yeah, Jaebum you are, go on you know what to do” , Jaebum laughed before making his way to the desk in front of me.

30 minutes passed and i had finished all the work 10 minutes ago so i was laying my head on the desk, where as Marrie was finishing copying out all my work and Jaebum was almost done. I closed my eyes and began to drift off until i heard someone say hey. I looked up and saw Jaebum staring at me with his beautiful smile plastered on his face, “are you tired?”, i started blushing he was talking and staring at me, i just nodded my head, as i couldn’t open my mouth, he just continued smiling at me. “So i was wondering if you guys would want to come to a party, it’s this saturday, it’s at Marks. And Marrie, Jackson’s gonna come too, he’ll be back from holiday, so you in?”, before i could open my mouth and tell him i had work, Marrie just answered for the both of us, “of course we are coming”, he nodded, before telling us when to arrive.

Eventually detention was over and me and Marrie were making our way to her car, “why did you say yes, i have work”, “ughh relax i’ll tell your manager you need some time to relax, he will understand, hopefully”, i just sighed before getting into her car.

It was saturday morning,  I was at shopping centre with Marrie, looking for dresses, for the party tonight. We went into around 14 stores before we found dresses we likes, well by we, i meant Marrie, she chose my dress as well. I wanted a long dress that covered me up, but Marrie got me a short, tight, dark blue dress with thin straps. Hers was similar to mine, but red and shorter.

We then went to get some pizza and then made our way back to Marrie’s house at around 7pm so we could start getting ready. We did our hair and makeup before putting on our dresses, after i put mine on i went to look in the mirror. God i looked so fat, i held my stomach with my hands, “Marrie, i don’t want to go, i’m just gonna be called fat by people”, “i swear to god if you don’t shut up-, you’re stomach is as flat as Sarah’s arse and that is non existent”, i laughed lightly at her, but still felt fat in the dress. We both then put on black heels and waited for Jackson to pick us up.

It was around 8:40pm when Jackson parked outside in his car, it was a royal blue colour. “Hey, beautiful, i missed you”, was the first thing he said when he saw Marrie and kissed her, ”i missed you too”, she replied shyly, Jackson grabbed her waist and pulled her body closer to his. I wish i found someone like Jackson, someone who made me feel beautiful, someone who made me not want to give a single shit about others, someone who loved me for me.

Jackson noticed me standing behind them awkwardly, he smiled at me, “hey (y/n) you look good”, i smiled back at him, “you know lying makes people feel a lot worse than telling the truth”. The smile was wiped of his face, Marrie looked towards me, they both knew i wasn’t being bitchy, i just hated people complimenting me as i didn’t know if they were being serious or if they were just doing it to make fun of me. “I’m sorry Jackson”, i felt bad for what i said, “it’s fine (y/n), i forgot”, he smiled at me again, “we should get going guys come on”. We all got in the car and Jackson began driving to Marks.

It was huge. His house looked very, very expensive as well. After I had done admiring it I got out and made my way inside, Marrie and Jackson ahead of me.

Jackson was holding her close as he knew there were drunk guys who would probably try to hit on her. It didn’t matter about me, i’m sure nobody would touch me with a 10 foot pole.

As i walked in i bumped into someone, “ohh sorry”, the person looked down at me, “hey (y/n)! i’m glad you made it, i thought you wouldn’t come” it was Jaebum. I was going to try to reply, but before i could say a word he was dragged away by Sarah. I sighed before going to find Marrie.

The night went on and not once was i called out and i danced with Marrie and Jackson, “hey, imma go to the toilet i’ll be right back”, i shouted over the music, they both shouted back ‘okay’s’.

I looked around for the bathroom, but couldn’t find it, so i walked into a bedroom hoping it had one. “Ughh, thank god”, I quickly went into the toilet and did my business. Once out I realised there was a balcony, I walked out onto the balcony, the wind felt so good against my skin, i looked below and saw the people in and around the pools. As i was looking i heard someone come into the room behind me, i turned and saw a guy close the door and walk towards me. He was very attractive and cute.

The male stood next to me leaning on the rails of the balcony, “damn you look hot”, “oh…erm..th-thank you”, i felt uncomfortable around him, his presence gave me an unsettling feeling, so i decided to leave the room. But as i started walking, the guy grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest, so now we were facing each other. “Hey, don’t go”, he lifted his hand to caress my face, the other was wrapped around my waist keeping my body pressed against his, “i’m Max and i saw you dancing and fuck, you looked good”. His hand stopped caressing my face and found its way up my thigh and under my dress, “get of me”, i pushed Max, but it wasn’t enough, “baby don’t fight me, you’re gonna enjoy what i do to you”.

I started to scream, but he only muffled them out with his hand and the music helped with that as well. I was lifted from where i was and thrown onto the bed, as i was about to get up, he came and laid between my legs and pinned my hands above my head and started kissing and sucking my neck leaving behind marks. I screamed again, my tears were now escaping from my eyes, but no one could do anything as the music was too loud so i couldn’t be heard. “Scream all you want, nobody can hear you”, he moved one of his hands down to my breast and started fondling with them. After a few seconds he stopped and sat up and ripped the straps on my dress, then pulled down the top half of my dress, before going back to what he was doing.

I saw something in the corner of my eye, it was a heel, i grabbed it with my free hand before hitting Max across the head with it, he fell back, holding his head in pain.

I saw the opportunity and ran to the door and opened it, but Max got back up and grabbed me, but i let out a piercing scream which caught the attention of everyone, they were all looking at me. Moments like these make me wish I wasn’t living.

I shoved Max off me and walked out the room covering my top half, “you’re fucking disgusting”, everyone turned their attention to, of course Sarah. “Coming out like that for attention? Seriously and look what you did to Max, he’s bleeding”, i turned and saw blood dripping from his head, “making it seem as if Max was going to do something to you, he’s the nicest person i know, you’re the sick bitch who probably forced herself on him and when he denied you, you came out like that”.

I saw everyone turn their heads back to me, they looked disgusted by me, i could hear people whispering, i could hear them saying i was disgusting, an attention seeker, that i really am mental. My eyes started stinging, i shut them hoping the tears would go away, but they just fell, “and look everyone she’s crying, so we’ll sympathies with her, now you tell me (y/n), why we would feel sympathy for such a vile, mental human being”, she spat out, “now go on go back to your little dog house with your grandparents”, everyone began to laugh whilst i ran past them and out of the house.

The second i stepped outside i fell to the ground on my knees, gripping my hair with my hands and began screaming and crying, “(y/n)!, (y/n)!”, it was Marrie, she saw me on the ground. “Oh my god, (y/n)”, she ran to me trying to lift me up, but failed, “(y/n) please get up, i’ll go back in there and beat the living shit out of her”, she was about to go, before i grabbed her wrist and shook my head. Marrie then crouched down next to me “please get up”, she sounded as if she was going to break any second so this time i listened to her, i got up with her help. “I-i, wanna go-go home”, “i’ll go get Jackson okay, wait here”.

She went back inside whilst i was stood there crying and holding up my dress, “(y/n)”, i turned around and saw Jaebum walking towards me, “are you okay?”, he stopped in front of me and i shook my head. “That’s why you made me come right? You wanted to humiliate me, well done your bitch did a great job”, “no, (y/-” i cut him off,  “i liked you, i thought you were this beautiful kind person, when in reality you’re a cold hearted bastard like everyone else in school”. Marrie and Jackson were walking out the door when they saw me and Jaebum, “because of you everyone thinks that i am lying about almost getting raped, they think i’m using it to get attention!”, i was breaking down again and Jackson and Marrie ran over to us.

Jackson took off his jacket before handing it to me, “here put this on”, i took it out his hands and put it on top of my torn dress, “Jackson, can you take me home, please”, he nodded his head, before leading me and Marrie to his car, leaving Jaebum stood there staring at me.

I fell asleep on the journey back home and was waken by Marrie when we arrived, i was about to get out before i remembered Jackson’s jacket. I began to take it off, “it’s fine keep it”, he gave me a smile before i got out the car. Marrie walked me to the front door and waited for me to enter the house before saying goodnight and leaving. My grandparents were already in bed and so it was nothing but silent in the house.

I felt the sudden urge to do something, something that i stopped last month. I needed a way to stop thinking about all of this.

I moved to the kitchen and looked for something, once I found it I ran upstairs to my bedroom and into my bathroom.

I turned on the tap and brought the knife to my arm. I closed my eyes as i slowly moved the knife across my arm, leaving behind a trail of blood, i did it 4 times before stopping.

It was painful, but i needed to do it. I ran my cuts under the open tap and saw the water going into a dark, red colour from being transparent. Once the cuts stopped bleeding, i wrapped a bandage around them before going to bed.

My nightmare never seemed to stop, it just got worse.

Finally got to edit it, sorry for being late, i’m starting to write the only one and scars next chapters, thank you for waiting


anonymous asked:

writing prompts question: sentence 1

wow, you and five(!) other anons requested that sentence, i’ve been mulling about that one a lot!

1 -  “I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”


“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

Ben looks at his best friend who’s hunched up next to him. Armitage has his face buried between his knees which are drawn to his chest and he’s shaking. Ben has no idea what to do. He’d found him in his closet after he couldn’t find him in his room. Ben’s mom had driven him here so they could do their homework together. Armie was very smart and Ben knew his mother liked that he made friends with the fourth grader. Ben often wishes he were two years older, so he could be in the same class with his best friend.

After he’d looked in Armie’s bathroom and under his bed, he’d found Armie hiding in his closet and had sat down next to him, closing the door. The only light came from the little death star lamp that Ben had gifted him for his last birthday. Armie had immediately put it into his closet because he likes to read in here. And do his homework. He retreats when his parents are fighting again. Or when he’s hiding from his dad. Which is whenever Brendol’s home for a few days.

Ben reaches out and touches Armie’s shoulder. Armitage winces and looks up from his knees. 

“I know,” he says. “I just want to be here a bit longer. When he can’t hear me, he forgets I exist. And then he’s much more tolerable.”

Ben frowns when he hears that because he too is afraid of Brendol Hux. Again, he wishes he were taller, stronger. If both of them were, they could go away from here. Leave Armitage’s father behind. 

“Okay,” Ben replies. He slides closer and places his arm around Armie’s shoulders. Armie sighs and leans against him. 

“Did you think of another story?” Armie asks, eyes closed. “Did the dragon find the wearer of the mask and the sword?” He likes it when Ben tells him the stories he thinks of. Tells him, it’s relaxing. he likes hearing Ben’s voice. He once told him that he’s sure that Ben will have a smooth and deep voice when they’re both adults. 

“Yes,” Ben says and kisses Armie’s red hair. 

“Tell me how he flies away. What does he see? What does freedom taste like?” Armie asks him and Ben makes sure to describe everything in perfect detail. One day, he’ll write all of this down, with Armie’s help, and they’ll make enough money to go away from here. Ben will be the dragon to carry Armie away.


first sentence prompts


I think a lot of us people who work retail joke around about how uh, dense some customers may be. Many customers are fine, wonderful people. Then every day, day after day you go those ones….that really get to you.

One of the things I’ve hated seeing as I grow up, is how we keep having to idiot proof enclosures at things like aquariums, or zoos…or pet-stores for even that matter. The moats get bigger, the concrete walls taller. The space between you and the animals you want to see is growing because people just won’t refrain from being stupid and then…placing the blame on the establishment instead of taking personal responsibility for questionable actions.

The Queen here in this video is a 6 year old plus trigger fish we are trying to rehome. She’s on her second tank (which is really nice btw, spacious) now. When we first got her in we had a problem with people trying to find any gaps in the tops and then sticking their fingers in. So we upgraded to heavier tops and made sure there were no gaps, nada, nothing. So what did people do? They started taking the handle and just opening the tops and then teasing the fish with their fingers. So the handles came off. This turned into people using anything they can to try to pry the lids up…so they can either tease the animal or stick their fingers in there. We even tried weighing the tops, nope people remove the weights. I contemplate if a canopy with a locking door is the next step…but that’s going to make my job ten times harder to maintain her tank.

So…that’s irritating. Luckily since the move to the bigger tank, it has put her in an area we can keep an even closer eye on (since it’s near a major busy zone for dumping water/cleaning equipment, etc). 

This behavior, I really wish it would stop. A surprising amount of people exist now that think nothing of ignoring the warnings, and tempting fate so to speak. In the animals case though when someone is severely hurt, the animal usually loses out. If any of you following me work at pet-stores, do you have similar stories and if so please tell?