I don’t even remember putting that thing down but now it’s not in my hand and I don’t know where it went
‘what do you mean you can just think about nothing? what’s that like? I don’t understand’
*tuning out of a conversation halfway through somebody else’s sentence because I just thought of something interesting*
carrying my psychiatrist’s business card with me at all times because I see her once a month and every time I go I forget what floor her office is on. I’ve been there 8 times
‘Between A & B, A would be the right thing to do’ *a cascading thought process that takes a few seconds tops, justifying option B* ‘actually B would be the right thing to do’
somebody else, later: why did you think B was the right thing to do??
me: …. it’s not important, I’ll know better next time
(spoiler: I won’t know better next time)
I know you already told me this thing like 12 times but can you tell me again just one more time because I forgot
it’s not that I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to do this thing. it’s just that in that particular moment i thought it was okay to do it anyway for reasons that would take 48 minutes to explain even though it only took me 3 seconds to justify it in my thoughts, so it’s easier for me to just say ‘I forgot’
‘I already told you that’ ‘really? I must have forgotten, i’m sorry’ ‘it was FIVE MINUTES AGO. in this SAME CONVERSATION’
this internal conversation:
me: I feel motivated to do this responsible thing
me: if I don’t do this responsible thing right now I will get distracted and forget to do it for another 5 hours
me: so I should do this thing right this second, there is nothing stopping me
me: after I finish this one cell phone game
me, 5 hours later: I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN
almost flunking a class because I straight up didn’t know any homework had been assigned despite loving the class and always attending
trusting the memory of literally anyone else over my own memory
intending to do something for days. sometimes months. never doing it
*cuddling somebody* mm this is nice … *2 seconds later* bored now
somebody is mad at me. I might as well fucking d i e
the options in company are: overshare about the one thing I care about or not talk at all
insensitive or inattentive? YOU decide (and when you tell me that i hurt your feelings and I didn’t notice I’ll rejection sensitive dysphoria into fantasies of disappearing forever)
being excellent at my job for months on end, doing everything right and everything well, and then suddenly & without explanation being t h e w o r s t at it for several weeks, making dumb mistakes everywhere for no discernible reason
when asked to explain something: well it all started when I was a baby
‘they don’t need that much explanation’ well YOU tell ME where to start b/c I have no fucking clue tbh
i can’t throw away anything b/c when I look at it I remember all the sentimental reasons I keep it around and they seem just as important as actually needing it and when I close the storage box back up I forget I had it in the first place until the next time I try to get rid of my clutter and repeat this process
i wasnt’ idle for a second all day and yet I didn’t accomplish a n y t h i n g
am i a speed-reader or was I so impatient for what came next that I read only half a page and then skipped to the next one?
getting excited about a project, starting it, then racing to finish it as fast as I can because when I get bored I’ll abandon it and never go back. must beat the boredom
edit my fics? working twice on the same idea? /uproarious laughter
well I fucked that up. too bad I can never rework it because I no longer have passionate energy for it
me, opening a bottle of adhd meds: I don’t have adhd. I’m just a lazy bum who doesn’t try hard enough
Fuck so this is my first ever imagine here and I apologize if it’s shitty yikessss.
Thank you for 200 followers by the way! This is my gift from me, to all of you.
Warnings: None lol, just pure fluff
You and Finn have been best friends for almost two years now. You guys first met on the set of Stranger Things and since then you have been inseparable. You guys got a long so well that sometimes people mistake you two as a couple. You and Finn are aware of the fans shipping you two and you honestly didn’t mind because well, you like Finn. I mean, what’s not to like about him anyway? He’s sweet, caring, and kind. What more could you want?
Millie was the first one to notice that you liked Finn. You didn’t know how because you made sure to not be obvious about it. Millie was great at reading people, she considered it as one of her talents. She always pushed you to tell Finn about your feelings for him because she believes that Finn felt the same way. You didn’t believe that though, it was crazy. How could Finn Wolfhard like you? It was just too wild so you constantly brushed that idea away whenever it came up.
After promoting season two of Stranger Things, you and the rest of the cast were given a break. Finn invited you to spend the break with him in Vancouver to which you happily accepted.
“Can you get your foot off of my face? Gosh you dick.” You said jokingly as you pushed Finn’s foot away from your face. You guys were laying opposite from each other on Finn’s bed, just hanging out and talking about random things.
“You’re so rude.” Finn replied as he continued to place his foot on your face.
“Says the person constantly placing their foot on my face.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you continued to push Finn’s foot away.
“Hey I know,” Finn suddenly bolts up and sits down, “We should do a livestream! We can sing together and answer questions!” Finn smiled as he proposed his idea to you.
“I’m okay with livestreaming, but can we not sing? I don’t even sing well.” You said you continue to lay down on Finn’s bed. Finn loves the way you sing, he’s been trying to get you to sing with an audience, but you weren’t so keen to the idea. That doesn’t stop him from suggesting it every once in awhile though.
“Oh come on, Y/N! You sing great, I wouldn’t be constantly bothering you to sing if you weren’t good!” Your best friend said as he shook your leg, “Come on pleaaasssseee?”
“Fine, just one song though.” You say as you sit up.
Finn smiled so widely which caused you to smile too, his smile was contagious.
“That’s enough for me.” Finn got out of his bed to go get his guitar. You grabbed your phone which was placed on Finn’s night stand and opened Instagram. In a few minutes, Finn was back with his guitar. He then sits beside you and you give him your phone. Finn quickly switches out of your account to his account and he then starts the livestream. Viewers rolled in the stream in no time. He then places your phone on his nightstand so he didn’t have to hold it during the stream.
“Hey guys so, Y/N and I decided to livestream because we’re bored and guess whattttt.” Finn said and comments saying “What” started pouring in. “Y/N and I are going to be taking song requests so go ahead and request!”
“Uhm requests? I thought we agreed on doing only one song?”
“Sorry nope, change of plans Y/N, we’re singing our heart out today.” Finn said with a teasing wink which made you roll your eyes.
“Why are you like this? You’re so annoying.” You said while jokingly pushing Finn away from you.
“You love me though.”
“No I hate you.”
You both didn’t notice but every time you spoke to each other, the closer you sat together. With every word spoken, you and Finn scoot closer to each other.
@strangerthingsfansxxx: fuCK I SHIP THIS SO MUCH Y’ALL DON’T EVEN TRY TO FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS
milliebobbybrown: you guys are so cute!!!!
wyattoleff: “we’re just friends!12!!!21212!1″
jackdgrazer: just date already smh
You and Finn leaned in closer to your phone’s screen and read everyone’s comments.
ahoeforstrangerthings: okay but every time they talk, they scoot closer to each other fuck THIS IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT LIVE FOR
You and Finn both read the same comment and quickly scooted away from each other. You tried to play it cool, but you were slowly losing it. Your hands were getting clammy and your heartbeat was slowly rising. Finn on the other hand was blushing crazy.
“OKKKKAYYY, so a lot of people requested for Girl Crush by Little Big Town so we’ll do that.” Finn said while getting his guitar ready, you quickly look at him and saw that his face was red. You cleared your throat and started singing as soon as Finn strummed the first chord to the song. Finn would harmonize with you every now and then.
dontfuckpennywise:funny how Finn chose to do this song ;)
sophialillis:you guys sing so good together damn sOMEOEN GIVE THEM A RECORD DEAL
A few minutes later, you and Finn finished singing the song. Everyone was cheering in the comments which made you smile.
“Alright that’s enough songs for today, I told Y/N we’d only do one song. Don’t worry though, I’m going to try and convince her to do more song covers in the future.” Finn teased as he turned his face towards you to give you a smirk.
“That won’t happen sir, not on my watch.” You reply while smiling at Finn. You two kind of stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds. There was this electrifying feeling coursing through the both of you, but you didn’t know why you felt that way.
strangestthings: OH SHIT MOTHER STEVE JSUT SAID ELECTRICITY JDNFJSVDNFVJNJDFNV
(YourShipName)isreal: JOE APPROVES
Finn looks through the comments again and sees Joe Keery’s comment, he turns red as he mouths the word ‘electricity.’ You choked on your saliva as you read Joe’s comment, but you played it cool by acting as if you were just coughing.
“Okay we’ll take questions now, go crazy but not too crazy with the comments you guys.” You say as you looked at your phone screen searching for good questions.
gatenm123: i miss you guys!! when are you guys planning on visiting me? :DDDD
“We miss you too and we’re planning on visiting you for sure, Gaten. We just don’t know when yet. We’ll let you know.” Finn said and you nodded in agreement.
cuddlesand(YourShipName): are you guys dating? ;)
“NOPE! JUST FRIENDS!” You and Finn said simultaneously as you came across the question from @//cuddlesand(YourShipName). You found it quite interesting how the both of you replied at the same time at the same comment, but decided to dismiss it. Surely it was just a coincidence, right?
“I’m so cold what the hell? Can you change the temperature of thermostat please?” You asked Finn as you rubbed your hands on your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.
“The thermostat is all the way downstairs, that’s a lot of work. Here just-” Finn turns around and tugs on his bed’s comforter, “Here.” Finn covers the both of you with his comforter which helped with the temperature situation.
“Yeah, better. Thank you, Finnie.”
“Stop that.” You laughed as Finn rolled his eyes as a joke, he secretly loved when you called him Finnie.
The fans freaked out, both of you were sure that there will be edits of you two all over the internet after the livestream and you didn’t mind at all.
thestrangestofthings: are you guys sure that you’re just friends? I mean come on!!! Look at you guys!!
As you read @//thestrangestofthings’s comment, you couldn’t help but remember Millie’s advice: “Just tell him how you feel Y/N.” Millie’s voice echoed inside your head.
“Finn doesn’t like me like that, you guys.” You say as you effortlessly hid your disappointment, you were an actor after all.
“What if you’re wrong?” Finn suddenly blurted out while turning towards you and looking at you straight in the eyes.
The comments section exploded.
“What do you mean wrong? I… I don’t under-”
“Well, what if I do like you, Y/N? What if I told you right now that I have liked you for two years now? What if I told you that when I first met you, I immediately liked you, and not just friend like, you know… like…like.”
You stared at Finn, tears of joy threatened to spill out of you as you stared at each other. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, there was just now way.
therealcalebmclaughlin: I owe The Duffer Brothers $20
sadiesink_: @//therealcalebmclaughlin you and the duffer brothers were betting? lollllll
You slowly processed everything that Finn just said, it was hard for you to accept it but slowly you digested the new information.
“Well Finnie, what if I told you that I too have liked you for about two years now.”
therealcalebmclaughlin: we been knew sis
noahschnapp: this is old news
mikessweaters: LMFAO CALEB IM CKMKFGdfdf
If smiles could actually melt a person, you would be melting now. Finn was beaming at you. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe that the girl he has liked for two years feels the same way. Never in Finn’s wildest dreams thought Y/N would ever feel the same way. To Finn, this whole thing felt like a dream.
beepbeeptozier: get you a man that looks at you the way Finn looks at Y/N
Finn scoots closer to you and you do the same causing the small gap between you two to disappear. You were dangerously close to each other now, but you both didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you liked how close you were. You faced each other your foreheads touching.
elevenloveseggos: ARE THEY GOING TO KISS WHAY THE FUCKELKFOGOVLLFLFKFKFF
Finn gently places his hand on your cheek and begins to lean in. The next thing you know, you were also leaning in.
Before you two actually kissed, your phone falls off Finn’s nightstand. You were glad that that happened. you didn’t want three thousand or more people to watch you and Finn kiss. You felt selfish for wanting to have that moment all to yourself, but you didn’t care. All that matters now is that your best friend feels the same way and that Millie was right all along.
The kiss felt magical, all the cliche story or movie descriptions of how a kiss should feel like were actually accurate. You felt sparks everywhere and you felt like you were going to explode. The world stops for a second or two and it was just you and Finn for a little while. A few seconds later, you and Finn pull away from each other.
“Holy shit.” said Finn while smiling from ear to ear.
“Holy shit indeed.” You reply with a giggle. You quickly pick up your phone from the floor and looked through the comments:
gatenm123: bet you they kissed
jackdgrazer: of course they did @//gatenm123 no doubt about that ;)
janehoppereggo: IM SO HAPPY THAT MY SHIP IS REAL FUCK I LOVE MY CHILDREN WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL
sophialillis: pay up @//chosenjacobs
“Alright thanks for watching you guys! Sorry about that whole mess… yikes.” You say as your face flushed.
“We’ll do another livestream tomorrow, we’ll sing more songs, I promise. Bye!!!”
Before Finn ended the livestream there was one more comment:
dkharbour: no funny business after this livestream. You know what I mean.
50 things I'm almost certain shawn mendes does: a list
a/n: i’m back from the dead! this is a list of random/sometimes romantic things that i’m almost certain shawn does (kind of self explanatory really) hope you enjoy!! and if i don’t post anything new before, happy Christmas! [masterlist]
1. describes items as ‘thingymajiggy’ when he can’t remember their given names
2. puts the sugar before the hot water in a cup of tea simply because he likes to watch the water dissolve the sugar granules
3. buys candles every time he goes to the store; this weeks scent is ‘fluffy towels’
4. owns about 20 towels despite it being only the pair of you in the apartment because 'You can never have enough towels’
5. saves memes and sends them to you despite being sat next to him, just so he can listen to you snort and look up at him with a grin once you’ve seen it
6. exclaims the word 'kitty!’ every time he sees a cat
7. stretches really wide - arms out like a star fish, and if his fingers reach you he’ll tickle your cheek while saying 'tickle tickle’ in a high pitch tone
8. stands on his balcony every night with a cup of tea - admiring the view and having to be dragged into bed by your constant 'Shawn babe, it’s cold - come to bed with me’
you look important… or at least your suit does.
statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here.
make yourself comfortable, why don’t you.
you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years.
if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way.
are they still following us?
when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive.
you can’t be serious.
excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door.
what’s that? it smells like feet.
how long was your prison sentence?
don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness.
look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’
don’t kill your partner on your first day.
i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most.
my woman would never wear anything like that.
you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou.
and remember… take it like a pussy.
not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you?
either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here.
would you like a bigger glass?
no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner.
don’t you make me put you over my knee.
so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle.
i like my women strong.
now we are engaged. again.
i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me.
i’m okay, i think.
i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks.
you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours.
you can see the future?
i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone.
darling, time to go.
they had it coming.
you need to control your temper.
i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me.
i quite like him.
i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance!
the thing is… i work better alone.
i’m not leaving.
and what, exactly, did you do to him?
just shut up and watch me work.
it’s going to be okay.
i’ll be close by.
help yourself to a drink.
so sorry to keep you waiting.
i thought i was doing so well.
the fault doesn’t lie in your performance.
she seemed so innocent.
i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself.
man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear.
i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you.
it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position.
warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.
❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet. ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day. ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself. ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
I’ve always loved writing since I was little. I love writing
stories, articles, poems, but I never kept a diary because I think it made me
feel obligated to write everyday. Every time I started one, the entry would
turn out something like “went to the market today. I really wanted to buy a toy
but just did yesterday. Anyway, I think Brittany lied to me about her dating
Then I started high school and, well, let’s just say I
needed to get things out somewhere before I become my own version of 2007’s
Britney Spears. A journal is actually a really great getaway from all the
sickening routines. You get to be entirely you, and nobody will say anything
about what you think and what you write. Not to mention it’s very therapeutic and helps keeping your
I know a lot of people who want to start a journal but are
not sure what to write or where to start from. So that is why, ladies and
gents, I’m here to give you a lil help on that matter.
Be As Blunt, Angry, or Happy
You’re fighting with your friend and you
think they’re stupid? Jot that down. You think your math score doesn’t do you
justice? Write about it. You got a new set of Crayolas and are very excited
about it? Write it down too. It does feel a little weird at first, I did feel
that too, but trust me you would feel a lot better and relieved after you
finish an entry. Remember, nobody’s going to read it so if you didn’t have the
chance to punch that one friend in the face, do it now. Mentally. Better to
stay out of jail, right?
No Schedule Needed
You don’t need to write an entry every
single day. I never do mine regularly, but I try to keep it at least once or
twice a week to make sure that I don’t leave it way behind. However, DO NOT go
through 2 weeks without a single entry, the longer you don’t write, the more
you feel like you can go miles without touching it. This would beat the purpose
of starting a journal in the first place.
You can be as creative and wild in your
journal! Find some inspiration from youtube, tumblr, or pinterest and splatter
some paints. It doesn’t have to be neat or have a deep meaning, just do some
art when you DO feel inspired. You can also attach some memories like amusement
park tickets, postcards, stamps, and many other things.
It’s Not Meant to be “Photogenic”
Or you can make it as photogenic as you
want it to be. Just remember that not every single page has to be colorful, has
lots of drawings and Shakespeare’s poems on it. You see these journaling
accounts all around tumblr and think “how do they make it so artsy?”. I’m
pretty sure even those accounts have silly drawings and memes somewhere between
those pages. When you start a journal, some pages might only have words upon
words on white paper, some pages might have unfinished sketches. Don’t (just) do it
for aesthetic. Do it because it takes off your negative vibes and brings
positivity toward you.
5. Just Start.
Seriously. The more you procrastinate, the more you’ll think ‘nah I don’t need it anyway’. The ultimate guide is to start somewhere.
Whatever you write down, they don’t have to
be interesting or mind-blowing. Some people think their lives are boring and not
journal-worthy. Well, I write about Starbucks’ caramel frappe and trips to the
nearest market while all these people are writing about their freaking road
trip to another planet. No lives are boring. There will always be something to
write about. If you’re still having a writer’s block, then I gotcha. Here’s a
list of things you can put on your journal:
-Dream you had last night -Letters to somebody -A letter to your younger/future self - Songs you need to download - Answer your own questions - 13 reasons why. Ex: Why you should get over that
one ex, Why you love your best friend, etc - Things you’ve learned today ( I do this a lot.
It’s a great way to self-exam) - Favorite things -Things you regret buying (also a great
self-examination) - New words + definitions - Morning/midnight ramblings -
Reviews of books/movies - What would you be doing in 10 years - Write about your Hogwarts’ house or MBTI
Sooo This might not be a huge help, but I love sharing things and I find journaling to be very helpful for a lot of things.
Do you guys keep a journal? If so, what do you usually write about?
“Tonight we are victorious.” “Let me be your killer king.” “It hurts until it stops; we will love until it’s not.” “I’m a killing spree in white.” “My touch is black and poisonous.” “I know you need it.” “Do you feel it?” “Drink the water.” “Drink the wine.” “We gotta turn up the crazy; livin’ like a washed up celebrity.” “It’s all up the sleeve.” “Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.” “All my friends were glorious.”
02. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time
“It’s a helluva feeling though .” “Who are these people?” “I just woke up in my underwear.” “I should probably introduce myself.” “You shoulda seen what I wore.” “I was the king of this hologram.” “Memories tend to just pop up.” “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” “Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things in between.” “This night is heating up.” “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time .” “What are these footprints?” “Now I wish that I could find my clothes.” “Can’t even tell if this is a dream.” “How did we end up in my neighbors pool?” “I usually don’t fall when I try to stand.” “I’ve told you time and time again.” “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” “I think we’ve had enough.”
“A moment you’ll never remember.” “A night that you’ll never forget.” “Show praise with your body.” “And if you can’t stop shaking, lean back; Let it move right through ya.” “My life started the day I got caught.” “Who was I tryna be?” “Then the time for being sad is over.” “Missin’ them like you miss no other.” “Being blue is better than being over it.” “I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.” “Stop thinking about the words from my mouth.” “I love the things you hate about yourself.” “Just finish the daydream.” “Who were you tryna be?” “No one wants you when you have no heart.” “You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.” “Let’s try.”
04. Emperor’s New Clothes
“Finders keepers, losers weepers.” “Welcome to the end of eras.” “Done my time and served my sentence.” “It must be mine.” “You just might see a ghost tonight.” “And if you don’t know now you know.” “I’m taking back the crown.” “I’m all dressed up and naked.” “I see what’s mine and take it.” “So close I can taste it.” “I’m so much more than royal.” “Mortal kings are ruling castles.” “Welcome to my world of fun.” “Flip the switch.” “Watch them run.” “Heroes will always be remembered.” “Legends will never die.”
05. Death of a Bachelor
“Do I look lonely?” “I see the shadows on my face.” “People have told me I don’t look the same.” “Maybe I lost weight.” “Put my heart on your chest so that you can see it too.” “I’m walking the long road.” “I’m watching the sky fall.” “The lace of your dress tingles my neck.” “How do I live?” “How could I ask for more?” “Feels like my heart is going to burst.” “I just want to be served.” “And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?” “Share one more drink with me.” “Smile even though you’re sad.”
“You can set yourself on fire.” “You’re so normal that you disappear.” “There’s no residue of torture in your eyes.” “Crazy equals genius.” “If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking rocket scientist.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.” “The wine seems to play tricks on my tongue.” “You don’t seem to have changed.” “The cut of your knife never hurts.”
07. LA Devotee
“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.” “I wouldn’t change ya.” “I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave.” “Just another LA devotee.” “You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand.” “I couldn’t ever try to make you see.” “Always on the hunt for a little more time.”
08. Golden Days
“I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates from a record shop.” “They were sexy.” “Sexy, looking back from a night that time forgot.” “Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?” “The clock just makes the colors turn to grey.” “Forever younger growing older just the same.” “All the memories that we make will never change.” “We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan.” “Let the love remain.” “I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.” “The air was sauna hot.”
09. The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty
“Truth is that it was always going to end.” “True; all of the good girls act so good, til one of them doesn’t wait their turn
.” “If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.” “Make it a good one.” “You better say my name.” “I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate.” “Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.” “There’s only two ways that these things can go; good or bad.” “I’ve got the last judgement.” “You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you felt like.”
10. House of Memories
“If you’re a lover, you should know: the lonely moments just get lonelier.” “Memories turns into a daydream.” “It becomes a taboo.” “I don’t want to be afraid.” “It takes my breath away.” “Baby, we built this house on memories.” “Take my picture now.” “I think of you time to time, more than I thought I would.” “They’ll always haunt me.” “I wish I could believe you never wronged me.” “Will you remember me in the same way I remember you?” “Promise me a place in your house of memories.”
11. Impossible Year
“There’s no sunshine.” “Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear and storms full of sorrow that won’t disappear.” “There’s no good times.” “They’re so insincere.” “They just intrude and extrude.” “There’s no you and me.”
“There’s never air to breathe.” “There’s never in-betweens.” “These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”
‘ tonight we are victorious. ’ ‘ all my friends were glorious. ’ ‘ let me be your killer king. ’ ‘ it hurts until it stops. ’ ‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’ ‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’ ‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’ ‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’ ‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’ ‘ I taste like magic. ’ ‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’ ‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’
DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.
‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’ ‘ who are these people ? ’ ‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’ ‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’ ‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’ ‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’ ‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’ ‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’ ‘ this night is heating up. ’ ‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’ ‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’ ‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’ ‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’ ‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’ ‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’ ‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’
‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’ ‘ Show praise with your body. ’ ‘ Say your prayers. ’ ‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’ ‘ the time for being sad is over. ’ ‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’ ‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’ ‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’ ‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’ ‘ just finished a daydream. ’ ‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’ ‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’ ‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’
EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.
‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’ ‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’ ‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’ ‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’ ‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’ ‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’ ‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’ ‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’ ‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’ ‘ so close, I can taste it. ’ ‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’ ‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’ ‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’
DEATH OF A BACHELOR.
‘ do I look lonely ? ’ ‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’ ‘ maybe I lost weight. ’ ‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’ ‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’ ‘ how could I ask for more ? ’ ‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’ ‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’ ‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’ ‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’ ‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’ ‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’ ‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’ ‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’ ‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’ ‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’ ‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’ ‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’ ‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’ ‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’
‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’ ‘ just another LA devotee. ’ ‘ I couldn’t change you. ’ ‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’
‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’ ‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’ ‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’ ‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’ ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’ ‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’ ‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’ ‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’
THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.
‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’ ‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’ ‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’ ‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’ ‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’ ‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’ ‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’ ‘ I got the final judgement. ’ ‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’ ‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’ ‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’
HOUSE OF MEMORIES.
‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’ ‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’ ‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’ ‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’ ‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’ ‘ you were just too kind. ’ ‘ I was too young to know. ’ ‘ that’s all that really matters. ’ ‘ I was a fool. ’ ‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’ ‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’ ‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’
‘ there’s no sunshine. ’ ‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’ ‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’
In which Y/N is the Princess of
Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to
marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both
countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage.
When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of
two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harrys shoulders.
(I just started watching
this show called Reign, so this story is kind of based off that. I would
recommend watching it!!)
Also thanks so much to @eversince-kiwi282 for helping
me with ideas for the story, you guys should check her out she’s a great
Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions!
The sound of the horses stomping against the ground, as the
carriage wheeled away from the castle was all that you heard for about an hour.
You were sitting in the carriage on the way to one of the nearby villages with
Harry. The King and Queen said that it was essential for the newly engaged to
make an appearance to their own people, and not just the nobles. It was
important to show that the royal family still cared for their own people,
because they did.
Though the noble’s allegiance to the reign was important. It
was even more crucial to have the support of your own people. If they don’t
believe you’re serving the country well, they will resist. Riots and rebellions
would begin and they wouldn’t be afraid. You have heard of so many great
countries fall because the leaders didn’t care for its people. But you knew you
were never going to rule like that.
Even though you are not the ruler of England or even
Scotland yet. You knew sometime in the far future that Harry would have to step
into his father’s place with you as his Queen. It was something you always
thought could happen, but you don’t like to dwell on the future. You needed to
focus on your role as a Princess, and your role to Harry.
Both you and Harry had barely spoken a word on your way to
the village. But the silence wasn’t awkward it was rather comfortable. You
looked out the carriage window and you were surrounded by trees of the forest.
This would be the first time you actually get to see outside
the castle grounds, and go see what else England has to offer. You were able to
catch a glimpse out England when you were fleeing Scotland, but it was in the
dead of night. The memories of that night still haunt you. You remembered it
was so dark that you could barely even see outside your carriage. That trip was
one you would never forget. Fleeing from your home to be a part of someone
else’s family, and country. It was a lot to take in, but considering the
circumstances you seem to be doing alright.
You washed away those memories of darker times, and looked
out to see that the village wasn’t too far, you were almost there. You looked
over at Harry who was sitting across from you to announce that you were close
to the village, but his eyes were already on you. And have been most of the
ride but you didn’t even notice.
You cleared your throat and said, “ We are almost to the
village, it won’t be long now.”
Harry nodded his head, and when you turned back to look
outside you could still feel Harry’s eyes on you. You started playing with the
sleeves of your blue gown, which has become a nervous habit of yours. While Harry’s eyes didn’t waver. He knew he
was making you feel nervous under his gaze, and he liked it.
“Why are you doing that?” You said as you stopped fiddling
with your dress and met Harry’s gaze.
He smirked and shrugged “doing what?” He ask obliviously.
“You know, you keep…” Harry raised his eyebrow and leans
forward to you, suggesting you go on.
“You keep staring.”
“Does my staring make you uncomfortable?”
“Well… um.” Harry tried to hide his smile as he sees how
flustered you’re getting because of him.
“You didn’t seem to mind my staring when you were looking
outside for the last hour, and ignoring me.” You didn’t realize Harry wanted to
talk with you.
“That wasn’t my intention, I was just thinking, that’s all.”
You really weren’t ignoring Harry you just sometimes get so wrapped up in your
thoughts you forget others are around.
“Penny for thoughts?” Harry asks as he scoots closer to the
direction you were sitting in the carriage, while still sitting across from
“I was just thinking about Scotland, and the night I had to
flee from there and come here, and just other stuff.” You didn’t know why you
were telling Harry this, but a part of you wanted someone to talk about this
stuff with. And even after everything Harry has done, you trust him somehow.
Harry’s smirk turned into a frown after hearing what you
said and he unexpectedly took your hand in his. You looked at both of your
hands as he intertwined your fingers together and you suddenly felt secure.
“Just know you are safe here Y/N okay. You’re safe in
England and with me. I’m sorry about your home in Scotland but England is now
your home.” Harry said as he held onto your hands. His forest green eyes were
piercing into your own. He was looking at you not like how he was a few moments
ago. But with care and sincerity in his eyes.
“Thank you Harry.” You said as you squeezed his hand in
yours to show your appreciation. You never knew someone’s words could bring you
so much reassurance and calmness.
You didn’t realize you were leaning into Harry until the
carriage suddenly came to a stop, causing you to pull back. But Harry kept a
hold of your hand.
“Prince Harry and Princess Y/N” One of the Guards said as
they opened the door of the carriage.
“We have arrived.”
“Thank you, for getting us here safely.” Harry said to the
guard and he nodded, and held the door open for you both.
You heard the trumpets singing upon your arrival. Harry while still holding your
hand stood up and so did you. He exited the carriage and he held your hand as
you stepped out of the carriage. You suddenly saw the crowd of people waiting
to catch a glimpse of their prince and princess.
You felt a bit of nerves start to form in your stomach, and
Harry saw it in your face as well. He pulled you to his side and wrapped his
hand around your waist, making you feel less nervous. Harry was trying to show
you that you weren’t alone in this, and he was by your side which you were
“This way your majesties.” The guard said as he led you both
to the people.
All day you and Harry have been talking to the locals,
listening to their concerns, and bonding to get a better understanding of your
people. Now you were invited into a villager’s home after you and Harry made a
speech in the courtyard of the little town. So many people showed up, you were
actually surprised. There are many people who like and respect the royal
family. But there were many, more than you liked to think about, that hated us
and everything we stood for. That’s why these outings are so important.
“Thank you so much for inviting us into your lovely home.”
You said to the man who so kindly opened his doors to you and Harry. It was
essential to visit the people’s homes to discuss issues they deemed important
to their town on behalf of everyone else.
You and Harry sat down in the small living area of this man’s
home. Your heart sank at the living conditions this man was living in. The
drafty windows, broken floors, and many other things that needed fixing. But
you could tell that the man barely complained and was grateful. You took a note
to remember to discuss with Harry about better homes for these people.
“I am forever grateful that you have graced us with your
company, and time.” The man bowed to you and Harry out of respect.
“Us?” Harry asked.
“Yes my daughter and wife, they are just preparing tea for
Before he could finish a little girl came running out of the
Kitchen. While a mother caring tea came slowly behind her. The guards almost
intervened when the girl came running towards to, but when you saw who it was
“Ella!” You said as the girl came into your arms. The memory
of meeting her at your arrival to the castle came to your mind.
“Princess Y/N it’s so great to see you again.” Ella said as
she pulled away from your hug and stared at you with her big brown eyes.
“Stella, don’t forget to bow dear.” Her mother scolded her,
who you remembered as well..Ella’s face got completely red as she bowed to you
“Oh it’s fine, thank you for taking us in.” You tell her and
The mother bows as well, and gives tea to Harry and you. She
attempts to give them to the guards but they declined.
“We wanted to come to the village today to ask the people
personally what they want from their King and Queen. Do you have any concerns
of yours or any needs of the villagers that haven’t been met?” Harry asks.
The man and his wife both looked at each other like they were
trying to figure out what to say. They didn’t want to say too much like they
were complaining because they loved their King and Queen. But they had a lot of
things on their minds to suggest, but they didn’t want to seem rude.
“Please don’t hold back, we want to help as much as we can.”
You tell them and they sigh in relief.
“Well in the winter time, as you know the temperatures drop
sometimes to unbearable temperatures. Most of our homes are not built to
withstand such harsh weather. So maybe some-“
“Better housing? With more ventilation to withstand the cold
winters?” You asked
The man looked almost horrified at your suggestion “oh no
Princess I was thinking more wood for the fires because the wood has become
scarce among us all.”
“I think we can do both suggestions.” You tell him with a
smile while you told the guards to start writing this down. Harry looked at you
like you were mad too, but you chose to ignore it.
“Anything else?” Harry asked. But the man and wife shook
“Some toys for children like me-“ Ella started to say before
she was stopped.
“Stella stop it, do not waste their time with that
nonsense.” Ella’s mom said.
“But mama we have nothing to play with besides mud and I
don’t want to be dirty anymore. I just want one doll-“
“That’s enough” Seeing her mom raise her voice caused Ella
to stop talking and bow her head in shame.
“We are so sorry for our daughter’s behavior.” The man said
as he shook her head at her.
“It’s fine really. But the children really have no toys at
all to keep them busy during the day?” You asked.
“The making of toys had stopped because we needed more
workers on the crops, iron making, and other necessary things. So when they
stopped years ago they never got back around to make it happen again.” The man
said remembering the past.
You thought that was awful that kids didn’t even have toys
here. While their family were hard at work they need something to keep them
busy and to bring them comfort. You remembered your stuffed bear you use to
have and you brought it everywhere with you until you weren’t allowed to after
you turned 10. But that heartbreak of having to let go of something so valuable
in your life was upsetting. So you couldn’t imagine how these kids were
“We will ensure that toys will be delivered to every child
in this village. Also that the toy maker is back in business.” You announced
and Ella squealed.
“Thank you!” She ran up to you and pulled you in a hug once
again with her little arms and you smiled. You saw the look on her parents faces which was pure gratitude, and
they said thank you to you as well.
“Your welcome sweetie.” You tell her and she runs to tell
all her friend around the village and you smile at her excitement.
“She is a beautiful young girl” You tell her parents.
“Thank you. I can’t wait to meet your own child of yours one
day in the future. You will definitely be a great mother to the next heir.” The
mother says to you, and You nervously
laugh at her comment but you put on a smile.
“Both of you.” She says to Harry.
“Will make great
parents.” Harry thanks her for her and her husband’s hospitality, as you both
got up to leave. The guards opened your door as you exited their home.
You were thinking about she said about you being a mother
and for some reason you couldn’t stop dwelling on it. You knew what was
expected of you and Harry when you get married, to soon after have a child. Not
completely for your own desire, but because it was your duty to produce more
heirs to the throne. It was needed and essential to keep the monarchy thriving.
You always knew about it, but it right not it was constantly on your mind. But
the pressure was already on you to have a child, and you weren’t even married
The fact is that you were scared and nervous. You knew it
had to happen eventually not even the child making itself, but being with Harry
in that way. Your virtue was something that was so scared because without it
you couldn’t marry Harry.
But when the Time was to come to give it to him, you didn’t
know if you’ll be ready. Hell you didn’t know if you’ll ever be ready. Obviously
it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, since it was forbidden before the
marriage is sealed. But it was still something that you often thought about,
especially knowing Harry is way more experience than you. You just hoped when
the time came you would be ready.
“Is everything okay?” Harry asked as you both walked back to
the carriage since you were awfully quiet.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him and smiled at his concern.
You decided to push those worries to the back of your brain. No need to dwell
on something that hasn’t happened yet, and wouldn’t anytime soon.
As you and Harry made it back into the carriage, you sat
down and gave out a sigh of relief for the long day you both had. You loved
coming to the village, but it did get exhausting talking to all those people.
But you were happy that you could help them in any way you could. The carriage
started leading you back to the castle, and a few minutes had passed before
Harry broke the silence.
“You know building new houses, is kind of unrealistic.” You open your eyes that were closed in exhaustion.
“Did you see the living situation there Harry? It was awful
I can’t even believe how it’s going to be when it gets even colder.” You
explained to him.
“Yeah I understand that but-“ Harry suddenly stopped talking
and turned to the side, like he was trying to hear something.
“But what Harry-“
“Shhh” Harry quickly covered his mouth over yours and your
eyes went wide. What is he doing?
“Do you feel that?” He whispers to you, and you were about
to bit his hand to get him to stop joking.
“The carriage stopped” he said. You suddenly realize that
you didn’t feel the carriage moving, or the sound of the gravel in the wheels,
or the horses stomping. And that was odd. Did we forget something?
“The horses might be scared of some animal or something and
stopped, it’s probably nothing.” You try and convince Harry.
But suddenly both of you went silent when you heard your
guards talking to someone outside. When suddenly you heard swords being drawn
and yelling from your guards and other unknown voices.
Your heart started to
beat, someone was trying to attack us.
You saw Harry grab for his sword, but you shook your head at
him. Since you knew that he was about to go out there and fight them off.
“Harry no stay here we are safe in here. The guards are handling
it.” You day frantically, but Harry was already up and about to leave.
“It’s ok Y/N, I’m trained for this kind of stuff. Don’t get
out of the carriage and don’t make a sound okay. I’ll be back?” Harry warns you
and before you could stop him he has leaped out of the carriage.
You suddenly felt scared and alone without Harry by your
side. You weren’t just scared for yourself by for Harry. You didn’t want him to
get hurt. Who was out there and what did they want?
You sat in the corner of the carriage hoping that it would
eat you up and take you somewhere safer. You could barely hear anything outside
over your own heartbeat in your ears. But you tried to listen to what was
happening. The only thing you could hear between the shouting and the swords
banging together was one phrase that chilled you to the bone.
“Down with England! France will rise!” Your blood turned
They are here in
England trying to attack us. Suddenly your worry for Harry spiked when you
realized he was out there with them. From the corner of your eye you saw the
carriage door move, and you thought the French were trying to get in.
You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from
screaming. But suddenly Harry sneaks back in the carriage quickly and, you let
out a sigh of relief. His hair was messy and he had a cut on his left arm.
“Harry are you okay?” You rush over to him and try to tend
to his womb. It was bleeding but didn’t look too bad.
“I’m fine Y/N, it’s just a scratch.” Suddenly the carriage
started moving again but this time faster and more urgent then before.
“The other guards are holding off the people who attacked
us, while we get back to the castle.”
“They are French…” You say and Harry sighs because he was
hoping you wouldn’t of heard them and found out.
“We’re going to get them out of here, it’s just a group of
rebels. We are going to get rid of.” Harry tried to ease your anxiety.
“Okay…” you were still examining Harry’s cut and you
needed to stop the bleeding. So you took a Head band that was in your hair, your
hair fell from its tight bun down onto your shoulders. You wrapped the band
around his arm twice to make sure it was tight enough.
“Thank you.” He said as you just nodded not being able to
speak. You were scared of the shake in your voice from what just happened.
The carriage came to a stop again and you almost panicked
before the guard quickly opened the door, and you saw the castle.
Harry and you swiftly got out and headed in surround by
guards and The King and Queen were waiting for us.
“We just heard the news you were ambushed.” The King spoke.
“I’m so glad you’re all alright.” The Queen said taking you
both in hugs.
“It were a few French rebels. But they are still out there
with the other guards who stay behind. We need more people out their to fight
them, and capture them to be punished” Harry said.
“Okay I’ll send more guards.” The king agreed.
“Come on sweetheart.” The Queen said to you as she rubbed
“Let’s get you to
your chambers and forget this nightmare ever happened.” You nodded you were
“Ok I’ll lead them back and help fight.” Harry said to his
father and you quickly turned back to them.
“What? Your going back out there you can’t be serious?!” You
say to Harry.
“Y/N it’s okay. I’m just gonna-“
“It’s not okay, harry your already hurt. Please just stay
here with me.” You pleaded with him. He already got hurt once you didn’t want
anything worse to happen to him. You cared for him more than he even
“This is nothing from other battles I’ve endured in my life
Y/N trust me. I’ll be fine.”
You take Harry’s hand in yours and intertwine your fingers
together and look up at him. “Harry please I don’t want you to get hurt.” You say
from your heart.
He smiled sadly “it’s cute that you care Y/N, but I’ll be
back soon I promise. Your safe here now in the castle. I’ll be back before the
night ends. Okay, I have to do this Y/N they tried to attack us, I can’t just
walk away.” Harry tells you and you just nod in defeat. You knew he wasn’t
going to back down from this fight.
“Please be sa-fe.” You tell him again hoping your wish for
him will come true. Hoping for his safety you threw your hands around his neck
catching him so off guard that he almost falls. But he regains his balance and
wraps his arms around your body.
You felt safe in his arms, and you didn’t want him to leave
you. You knew that French soldiers were brutal and you didn’t want Harry to get
in that crossfire. It was too dangerous, but Harry is still going.
Your eyes started to pool with tears and you tried not to
let them fall. You had to be strong, for him.
“I will.” He promised you. Before pulling away from Harry
you placed a warm kiss onto his cheek, and then slowly let go off him.
“We must go now sir. Before they try to escape.” A guard
said to Harry from behind him.
“Alright.” Harry says.
Harry gave your hand another small squeeze before walking
away from you. Walking into danger.
A loud noise woke you from your slumber. Your eyes quickly
flee open but you were met with the darkness of your chamber. You didn’t even
realize you finally fell asleep after staying up for hours worrying where Harry
was and if he was okay. But the exhaustion of the Day overtook you and you
finally gave into sleep. But now you were awake again.
You heard movement outside your door and you wondered if
Harry was back. He said he would come to you when this was all over to tell you
he was alright. You slid out of your bed and your feet touched the cold floor.
Your night gown fell at your feet as you were about to get out of the bed.
You could see from under the door the light was flashing in
and out. Like someone was walking by your door. You wondered if it was your
guards, walking to try and keep themselves awake at this time. Or maybe it was
Harry wondering if he should wake you at this hour.
You wanted him too, you wanted to know if he wasokay. You were
about to get up and go out to see him. But You we’re stopped when your door flew open.
Three of your guards came quickly into your room, they
rushed in like there was something wrong. It was hard to see which one of your
guards they were, because of the darkness in your room. When they stepped into
your room they closed the door behind them.
“What is it, is there something wrong? Is Harry back?” You
asked them but you were met with silence. Your guards didn’t speak they just
stood there by your door.
“I asked you a question. What is happening? Why are you
here?” Still no answer was spoken between either of them.
You were fed up and tired. So you went to the side of your
bed to turn on the light to find out yourself. When your room was lit, you
finally saw the guards in your room, but they weren’t your guards. They were
English guards but, not your usual ones that you’ve had since you arrived here.
Did you get more guards added for your protection?
They were English guards but they looked off. They were in
uniform but their uniforms looked unkempt and very large for their bodies. You
felt your heart beat starting to rise in your chest. Something didn’t feel right.
“I command you, to answer me now.” You ordered them, but
they were still silent.
One of the guards looked older than a guard really should
be. He had grey hair that was hidden by brown coloring. The other seemed very
young but his features looked mature because he had a scare running down his
cheek. And the last guard looked like he wanted to hurt someone. And you could
see a peak of a tattoo coming from his skin. Tattoos weren’t common, especially
Something wasn’t right.
But before you could do anything the silence was broken from
the younger guard.
“Que devons nous faire maintenant?” He said to the others.
Your heart stopped at the words he spoke. The way he talked.
You weren’t fluent in the language but you knew French when you heard it. And
that accent was not denying it.
The French were here in the castle. They are in your
chambers. You grabbed onto your sheets like there was some shirt of protection
it had over you. You needed to escape but they were blocking the door.
You looked over at your balcony. Maybe you can go out there
and call for help. But they took notice of your plan before you could even
“Grab her.” The man with the tattoo said.
You let out a heart wrenching scream, when you saw them
coming towards you. Two of them pinned you down onto the bed, as you tried to
fight them off, but it was no use. It all happened so fast.
You tried to scream again but the man with the tattoo
covered your mouth with his hand. While the other rebels held your hands and
feet, the other guy was hovering over you keeping you quiet.
What did they want? What were they going to do to you?
They’re going to kill you.
Those thoughts kept rushing through your head as you laid
their defenseless with three men using their power and strength over you.
“Shut up!” The man yelled in your face causing you to sob
against his hand. You were scared, no terrified for your life. But all you
thought about was Harry, did they get to him first and hurt him.
The French rebel took his hand from your mouth when you were
quiet, and when he did you quickly turned your head to the side so he couldn’t
do it again. But you knew that wouldn’t stop him. You couldn’t believe what was
“We should just take her out now, before the other guards
come back. Or they can’t find the others in the forest” The younger rebel said
to the tattoo one.
You suddenly realized that they tricked you all. They
planned for most of the guards to be out because of what happened when you and
harry were on our way back to the village. That was just part of their plan
they really wanted to break into the castle.
“Where is Harry!” The older one yelled at you.
“He isn’t he-re” You try to say through your sobs.
“Don’t lie to us, or we’ll have your head!”
“We looked throughout the whole castle for him sir. He isn’t
here.” The other said to him.
They didn’t come here to hurt you, they wanted to hurt
Harry. So you were glad he was gone and he was safer out there. But you wished
you were with him as well.
“God damn it, I wanted him dead!” The man with the tattoo said
as he brought his fist onto your night stand causing you to jump. You were
happy that their plan to hurt Harry was ruined, but they were still here with
You shook your head violently and what they were saying.
“You don’t have to do this, England and Scotland just want peace between us
all. There needn’t be more bloodshed.” You tried to reason with them.
“I said shut your mouth.” He commanded again.
But you didn’t listen. “We can figure this out-“
Your speaking stopped when you suddenly got a slap the face.
You groaned in pain while more tears fell from your eyes. The man with the tattoo
“You think the French want peace?!” He laughs “We want revenge
for what you’ve done. England and Scotland, you and Harry.” He said your names
with such disgust.
“England was fine with us. But then they go and send troops to
slaughter our own French ones.”
“You attacked Scotland, my home.” You spoke even with the throbbing
pain at the side of your face.
“Because you left us no choice! Your alliance with England
left us with nothing. Both countries kicked France to the curb and was
forgotten. A time before England and Scotland were both allies with France. But
ever since your engagement to Prince Harry we were never allies again. So we
are here to take back what was rightfully ours to begin with.” He said blaming
“So this alliance must end, tonight.” He told you. He was
going to kill you. Right here and right now, changing their plans.
“What good is a Princess to Harry if she is no longer pure
in the eyes of god?” He said and laughed at the realization on your face at
what he was saying.
“No.. no!” You started fighting back even harder than before
trying to escape. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not like this.
“Hold her down tighter.” The rebel barked at his other men.
And you were pinned down even harder than before. Their hands tighten around
your wrists, leaving marks to prove it.
You felt a cold hand tracing up your bare leg under your
night gown, and you shuddered.
“Please stop…you don’t have to do this.” You pleaded for him
to stop his assault on you.
But he didn’t listen. You saw him quickly taking his own
belt off his waist and you started crying uncontrollably. You couldn’t fight
back. You were defenseless and vulnerable.
Since they couldn’t hurt Harry, they were going to hurt you.
You tried to close your legs together. To try and tie your
leg into a knot no one could untie. But you couldn’t because he was already
You realized in that moment that you would rather die.
Anything was better than this, being taken against your will.
You wished he would just kill you.
But Happy New Year
Everyone! Have a safe and great day, and I hope your 2018 is a great year for
you! WHO WANTS A PART 7?!?! Inbox me what you thought about this chapter and if
you want the next part, it really motivates me to write the next part!
ummmm painful first question wow?? Definitely.. neither… wtf. I think emotionally Andrew might be more likely to be just callous enough that Neil takes it to heart, but it would be like,, almost impossible bc they understand each other so well. Maybe when Neil is really baring his soul and andrew is still walking that indifferent line. Maybe when andrew graduates and neil forgets andrew’s brand of emotional distance bc there’s REAL distance to contend with, you feel
who is emotionally stronger?
Neil had to be emotionally strong for so long, and he doesn’t have to be anymore. But ANDREW….. his emotions are out of order like he’s built a safe around himself and neil just happens to have the access code
who is physically stronger?
AndreW this isn’t even a debate Neil is lithe and wiry and andrew can pick him up with one hand. Like if you don’t think Andrew’s biceps are shredding his t-shirts we didn’t read the same book ://
who is more likely to break a bone?
Neil breaks his bones walking down the stairs my guy. That little bastard never outgrows being a hazard. Also he’s an aggressor in Exy, my boy has 2% regard for his own wellbeing, ball is life, etc. I can’t in my life imagine smooth and cold as steel Andrew breaking anything that isn’t someone else’s
who knows best what to say to upset the other?
Okay andrew has that cultivated distance but neil is….. a machine. Remember when he kept provoking andrew about his assault bc he wanted a response out of him?? Like,, yeah. Neil knows how to take out the one brick that will topple a person. He’s sharp and scathing and aware of people’s weakness (Andrew’s more than anyone’s)
who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?
Also Neil man he drops a bomb and walks away but he starts to come back more and more. He starts to realize that arguments =/= break ups, and apologies =/= weakness. He starts fights and he fuckin finishes them. He loves andrew more than he loves the upper hand
who treats who’s wounds more often?
>_> andrew is down here on the side of the court dabbing disinfectant on neil’s gashes once a WEEK. (Andrew? won’t let anyone else touch neil??)
who is in constant need of comfort?
Both. They have a lifetime of hurt that needs untangling and andrew’s in there cutting through neil’s with scissors, neil’s talking until andrew forgets his
It’s symbiotic - their relationship is built on comfort, you know? it thrives on it
who gets more jealous?
I think Andrew because Neil doesn’t….. know jealousy. Like he hasn’t met her. Someone could be straight up grabbing Andrew’s ass and Neil would be like huh. friendship is evolving so fast. Andrew is very quietly furiously jealous and it’s sort of? all the time? Like he got in so deep so fast that he’s jealous of the foxes, and people at the bar, and he’s jealous of like.. exy
spoilers it’s andrew for practical purposes because romance is a foreign land that they will only visit if someone’s life hangs in the balance
who has the most difficult parents?
who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?
I think andrew makes a grab for neil’s hand if he’s stressed about wherever they are? LIke contact is actually a big part of the way andrew protects. But I think Neil obsesses over andrew’s hands and he’ll try it, and andrew usually doesn’t care enough to pull away. They both feel like 5% safer linked like that. Their armbands brush. It’s gay
who comes up for the other all the time?
Like in conversation??? andrew. neil can’t shut up, next
who hogs the blankets?
Andrew dude he’s contrary catch him in all black wearing knives huddled in a blanket fort with a pint of ben and jerry’s. Neil is a very still sleeper he doesn’t move like.. at all. Andrew’s a restless & light sleeper, and he’ll take advantage of any comfort he can get
who gets more sad?
hi they’re always sad… sorry about it…. anyway
who is better at cheering the other up?
Andrew’s better because he doesn’t like. try. Not in any obvious, quantifiable way, anyway. He gives neil space when he needs it and coddles him when he needs it. He’s a hand on the back of his neck. He’s a force of nature that Neil gets so caught up in that he forgets, for a second, that he’s living on borrowed time
who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?
who is more streetwise?
I gotta say neil bc I think he’s got like a catalogue of personas and experiences inside him. Like I think he could successfully blend into a lot of situations, that’s straight up what kept him alive
who is more wise?
Andrew is brilliant tbh he’s got that eidetic memory and that understated intensity towards understanding things like I don’t think there’s a question you could ask that would stump him
who’s the shyest?
define shy like neither of them they’re unrepentant bastards who’ll tell you exactly what they think of you. BUT i mean. Neil is the slowest moving glacier of emotional availability I’ve ever seen so like if you wanna call that shy then def him
who boasts about the other more?
Again…. neil can’t shut the fuck up….. the amount of times he mouths off about having the best goalie in the world on their team in interviews,, wymack is grey
like actually neil is gobsmacked by andrew and he EXPECTS that everyone else be too
they spent about 20 minutes just trying to set it up & not realising they were live 😂😂
they’ve set up their studio in ned’s old house! they were in his old bedroom which has green walls and joked about using it as a greenscreen
someone asked if zach’s fanfiction recreation video is gonna happen and he said yes, they haven’t filmed it yet but it’ll be soon! (bonus: ned: “wait, they know about that video?” zach: “yeah, i’ve been talking it up!”)
they confirmed they’ve left buzzfeed (zach almost said ‘why we left buzzfeed’ and then stopped himself and laughed and was like ‘i almost said the meme thing’) but are still have a great relationship with the company. they didn’t go into details but i guess they negotiated a way to keep the try guys name, and they’re also still gonna be using buzzfeed’s sales department or something (i forget exactly what they said, but it was the team who like, negotiates partnerships with other businesses/gets sponsors for videos i think)
they tried to set up multiple cameras so they could switch between different angles during the livestream, but keith rearranged it so the other camera just focused on eugene. occasionally he was like ‘let’s have eugene cam!’ and it would just cut to only eugene while the others were talking xD
it was their first time doing a proper livestream with no team/anybody to help, so the set-up kept changing. they seemed really stressed by it but it was actually really funny
eugene actually got a bit emotional – he said that after leaving buzzfeedhe almost wanted to never work in viral video again, to just go into traditional directing/writing in hollywood, but what made him change his mind was a) how much he loves working with the other try guys, and b) the audience, the direct connection that viral content gives you to your audience and how he can see the impact he’s having and how much that means to him
they also talked about how nervous they were and how much of a leap they’d taken to leave buzzfeed and set up their own company, & they weren’t kidding about basically emptying their bank accounts to do it, so seeing the support of people already was really encouraging
ned feels like he’s compressed all of his 30s into the last 3 months by having a baby, renovating a house, & starting a company all at once:O he is definitely exhausted but he said he & ariel are a great team with parenthood (even though after wes was first born, when the new channel hadn’t been released yet and the house still wasn’t finished and everything was chaos, he literally thought he was gonna die)
at the end, eugene said that zach looked like timmy turner and then they all suddenly started singing the ‘fairly odd parents’ theme song. they literally sang the whole thing and then ended the livestream, it was brilliant
anyway, that’s just the stuff i can remember – sadly the video got taken down by youtube afterwards (probably because there was copyrighted music in the sizzle reel they played) which is why i thought i’d write up some highlights! if you guys haven’t already, i would definitely recommend signing up to their patreon (if not just to support them, also bc the extra content in livestreams like this seems like it’s gonna be great !!)
Hanzo stretches his arms above his head, gives a contented sigh as the motion pulls out the tightness in his shoulders and spine, and resettles with his arms crossed under the pillow. Beside him, he catches McCree watching him, his gaze flickering down Hanzo’s nude body until it hits the blanket over his lower back, then up again, admiring. Hanzo resists the urge to preen under the attention.
“How’d I ever get so lucky,” McCree murmurs. He rolls onto his side to face Hanzo, leaving a scant few inches between them that, compared to the utter lack of space a few minutes prior, feels like a vast expanse. He reaches over to tenderly brush a piece of hair from Hanzo’s face. Hanzo lets his eyes close, enjoying the simple touch for what it is.
The room around them is dark, the blinds drawn shut with only a sliver of moonlight slipping through at the edge. The rest of the base is utterly quiet, everyone else having gone to sleep. They are the only two awake, and here int his room, they have an intimate bubble all to themselves separate the vast grounds of the Watchpoint.
McCree’s fingers stroke down the side of Hanzo’s face reverently. “Hey,” he says. When Hanzo opens his eyes, McCree continues, “Tell me a secret.”
“A secret?” Hanzo repeats.
“Somethin’ you haven’t told anyone else. I wanna know something about you that no one else does.”
Hanzo thinks for a moment. Eventually, he offers, “I used to think Genji’s green hair made him look like a carrot.”
McCree coughs out a surprised laugh. “What?”
“He used to wear this orange scarf when we were younger, which was fine by itself, but once he dyed his hair … I never told him. He seemed so pleased that I did not want to ruin it for him.”
McCree chuckles, shaking his head awkwardly against the pillow. “As amazin’ as that is,” he says, “I wanted to hear something about you.”
“Then perhaps you should give me an example for me to go by.”
McCree hums. His thumb stops its repetitive strokes against Hanzo’s cheek. “I guess that’s fair,” he says. “In that case … I used to have a Deadlock tattoo, right here on my left arm.” He slightly wiggles the arm tucked under his pillow. “Before it got blew off. I could’ve gotten rid of the tat easy, but I kept it. I told everyone I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle, but truth is, I kept it to remind myself where I came from. I didn’t wanna forget what I did when I was younger. It was horrible, but I wanted to remember so I wouldn’t ever go back to that again.”
He looks just a bit ashamed as he finishes his story, his gaze somewhere over Hanzo’s shoulder. Hanzo takes the hand resting against his face and presses a kiss to the knuckles.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says.
McCree laughs once. “Yeah,” he replies. Then he meets Hanzo’s eye again. “So. What about you?”
Hanzo thinks for a long moment, trying to find some detail of his life to match the intimacy of what McCree just shared with him. He has told every detail of his part in Genji’s death, now, and most of what the Shimada clan was like. Everything else seems either too shameful or too tame. Finally, though, he settles on something.
“I have … I have never had something like this before,” he says softly.
“This relationship. Us.” McCree says nothing, waiting for him to continue, so he does. “I had no interest in others, growing up, and the clan always came first. I could have pursued someone, if I chose, but I did not. There were a few brief flings with others, one-night stands, but never someone I … really cared for. And after Genji, I simply did not think of it again. I was lonely, perhaps, but it did not matter, because I did not deserve it.”
“Oh, darlin’,” McCree starts to say, but Hanzo shakes head against his pillow.
“I know you will say that is not the case, but that is not the point I am trying to make,” he says. “But that is my secret. Everything with us is new to me.”
McCree’s gaze holds steady with his. “And now?” he asks. “Is this all alright?”
Hanzo smiles. He scoots forward on the pillow until he can press his brow against McCree’s, brushing the tips of their noses together.
“It is more than alright,” he says. “It is more than I could have ever hoped to have.”
’ Good gracious! Who left the mop running? ’
’ Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century! ’
’ No! It cannot be! ’
’ A forest of thorns shall be his tomb! ’
’ Now go with the curse, and serve me well! ’
’ It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her! ’
’ She couldn’t have vanished into thin air! ’
’ Are you sure you searched everywhere? ’
’ Yep, yep, everywhere. We all did. ’
’ And what about the town? The forests? The mountains? ’
’ Yeah, we searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and… ’
’ Did you hear that, my pet? ’
’ All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby. ’
’ I’d like to turn her into a fat ol’ - hop toad. ’
’ Now, dear, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. ’
’ Besides, we can’t. You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness. ’
’ Well, that would make me happy. ’
’ That’s because it’s on you, dear. ’
’ It looks awful. ’
’ Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure! ’
’ Listen well, all of you. ’
’ Seize that creature! ’
’ Don’t despair, Your Majesties. ’
’ Stand back, you fools! ’
’ Then, she can undo this fearful curse? ’
’ I have plans for our royal guest. ’
’ Why so melancholy? ’
’ Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. ’
’ Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! ’
’ To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. ’
’ You know, sometimes I don’t think she’s really very happy. ’
’ Nowadays I’m still the king! ’
’ I command you to come to your senses! ’
’ And marry the girl I love. ’
’ That’s what I’m trying to tell you. ’
’ The sun has set! Make ready to welcome your princess! ’
’ But, I never baked a fancy cake. ’
’ Oh, you won’t have to, dear! ’
’ I’m going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. ’
’ All you do is follow the book! ’
’ Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. ’
’ Well, I still say we oughta use magic. ’
’ Now, dear, we decided pink was her color! ’
’ Touch the spindle. Touch it I say! ’
’ You poor, simple fools. ’
’ Thinking you could defeat me. ’
’ Oh, they’re hopeless. ’
’ A disgrace to the forces of evil. ’
’ My pet… you are my last hope. ’
’ Go, and do not fail me. ’
’ But when will I see you again? ’
’ Why? After all, I am sixteen. ’
’ You’re already betrothed. ’
’ Since the day you were born. ’
’ How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be… ’
’ No! I can’t believe it, no! No! ’
’ I’m not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather! ’
’ Well, what do you think? ’
’ Forty bedrooms, dining hall… honeymoon cottage, really. ’
’ You - you mean you’re building it already? ’
’ Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow. ’
’ Want to see our grandchildren, don’t we? ’
’ Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before. ’
’ I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. ’
’ I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar. ’
’ But we can’t, we can’t go there! ’
’ Now come, we must hurry. ’
’ They’ll be heartbroken when they find out. ’
’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’
’ But don’t you remember? We’ve met before. ’
’ Why do they still treat me like a child? ’
’ They never want me to meet anyone. ’
’ What is it? Come on, let’s find out. ’
’ For an extra bucket of oats? And a few… carrots? ’
’ Don’t you see? A flower can’t prick its finger. ’
’ Well, what do you think of it? ’
’ Why, it… it’s a very unusual cake, isn’t it? ’
’ Well, what do you think of the dress? ’
’ I think we’ve had enough of this nonsense! ’
’ I’m going to get those wands. ’
’ Well, it may come as quite a shock. ’
’ Why doesn’t your daughter like my son? ’
’ This means war! ’
’ What’s this all about, anyway? ’
’ I’ll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow. ’
’ Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! ’
’ Whatever are we going to do? ’
’ You’ve met some stranger? ’
Can I have an imagine where the reader has toured with Ethan and Grayson for a while and all the fans know her as part of the crew. But in recent videos and and photos fans spot Grayson staring at y/n and becoming really close and they all start talking about it which makes Grayson talk about the crush he’s developed on y/n and then telling her.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT! XX Sorry it’s up so late ):
The screams of thousands of fans filled your ears as you stood in front of tje large crowd. You held your camera up to your eye as the boys stood next to the silver ball and DJ Khalid.
The job as their photographer was was fairly easy due to how photogenic they both were. The hard part was when you found a good shot of them but they decide to move before you even take the picture. It’s a guessing game with these two. Are they going to move before you take the picture or will you actually get the shot? You never know the outcome but you have a lot of funny pictures you sometimes send them as memes. That of course sometimes annoys them but you love it.
You’ve known the boys for ages now, probably around seven years. The three of you met in Jersey when you had just first moved in into the neighborhood. The two boys and Cameron walked over to the house to greet you when you were about to leave to walk your dog. Grayson started sneezing non-stop as he stood near the dog. When you asked him if he was okay he just awkwardly laughed and said yes. His sister then went on to explain to you that he was highly allergic to dogs which is the reason as to why they can only have pet birds in the house.
The four of you hit it off from the start but you would always have a stronger bond with the boys considering how close in age you were to the two of them. You three would do everything together and when they started embarking on social media you were there to support them every step of the way. They would ask you to help them film or to take a picture of them. That was when you spark in photography started. When the boys asked you to be their official photographer you of course said yes.
Now here the three of you where in NYC Times Square at the relaunch of TRL. Both the boys were host of the show and you were doing what you love most; photography.
You snapped pictures of the happy smiles both the boys had as the ball officially dropped. Ethan and Grayson counted down loudly with the timer and the moment it hit zero they started clapping along with the crowd. You took pictures of every moment and loved how happy they looked on camera and off. Their happiness radiated off of them and that made you happy.
The boys finished their surprise appearance and the three of you were escorted back into the building. The building halls were quiet as everyone was outside or in the opposite side of where you were. You could still hear the screaming fans and the DJ playing music. The boys were walking in-front of you while talking to their manager. You trailed behind them inspecting the large building that you would be going back and forth in for a while.
“Hey Y/N, can you take a picture of us in this hanging chair thing?” Ethan asked while pointing at the wall with three round clear plastic chairs that were hanging up in the air.
“Yeah, of course.” You smiled while walking over and standing in front of them. The boys dashed to sit in the chair. Ethan beat Grayson, who pouted knowing he would have to sit on the floor.
“Gray can you please put your hands over his legs. You look awkward when your arms under them,” you laughed softly at the boys position.
“Like this?” Gray asked as he did as told.
“Yes, perfect,” you mumbled while closing an eye and looking out through your camera lens. Snapping three pictures of the boys in different poses you lowered the camera and inspected the pictures.
“Can I see?” Grayson asked causing you to look up. You face felt really hot as you noticed how close he was too you.
Nodding your head you gave him your camera and took a step back from him. Ethan stared at the two of you for a second wondering why you got to flustered over Grayson standing close to you. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen that happen. Shrugging it off Ethan walked over to the three of you and looked down at the picture Grayson was inspecting.
“These are so good Y/N. I’m so happy we got you to be our photographer before someone else came in and took you away from us,” Ethan complimented you making you smile.
“Aww thanks E,” you giggled feeling happy that the boys appreciated your work.
“Yeah these are really good,” Grayson smiled while handing the camera back to you.
“Thanks Gray,” you smiled while taking the camera from his hands. Your fingers grazed gently against his making your entire body fill with goosebumps and your face to heat up into a crimson shade.
You turned around and started walking out towards the exit door not wanting for either of the boys to notice your blushing face. As you did so the boys walked a few feet behind you whispering to one another.
“Do you like her?” Grayson asked his twin brother with a sense of urgency.
“Yeah, she’s a really good friend.” Ethan responded not getting as to why Grayson was suddenly asking him this.
“No as in do you like her as more than a friend?” Grayson asked with a raised eyebrow as his face grew a pink from how irritated he was growing with his brother.
“What no! I wouldn’t do that to you bro. You’ve liked her since we were ten. I mean yeah at some point I had a thing for her but not anymore.” Ethan shrugged. Grayson took a quick glance at you hoping that you couldn’t hear them whispering behind your back.
You were too busy trying to close your camera bag to listen in on the two boys whispering to one another behind you. In all honestly you have learned to not listen in to their conversations since you two were 10 after the boobs incident.
“Hey Y/N, are you going back to Jersey with us?” Grayson asked as the two boys walked closer to you.
“Yeah, I have my cousin’s wedding to attend remember? I’m one of her many bridesmaids and you two promised to go with me.” You answered while looking back at the boys with a raised eyebrow hoping that they didn’t back out.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry we will still be gracing the wedding with our amazing presence,” Ethan smiled making you laugh.
“Oh I’m sure they will,” you smiled.
The conversation was cut short as the loud screams of the fans filled your ears. Turning around you looked out the glass doors and saw fans circling the entire sidewalk. Thankfully they were being held back by metal barricades and security were standing on every corner possible. Despite going on tour with the boys and always being surrounded by a group of fans when you were with them. You weren’t used to the large crowds. One time as you walked by a girl tried to rip your camera off your shoulder. That resulted in your have a large bruise going across your chest and shoulder.
Grayson came over and had to rip the girl off of your bag because she was so keen on getting the pictures on the camera. Since that day the boys grew more protective on you when you walked out in large crowds. The boys would either make you stand in the middle of them or they would take you to the car and come back to meet the fans who waited for them.
“Here let me,” Grayson mumbled while walking in front of you and holding the door open for you to walk through. Thanking him you walked outside and let the cool New York air fan you body.
It starts with a casual comment, one that shouldn’t bother him so much. And it doesn’t. Not right away.
“You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. She started working at WE two weeks ago and Tim thinks her name is Kathy, or July, or something like that. He’ll pick it up eventually. Now he just blinks up at her from behind the pile of reports he’s working on.
She bits her bottom lip, now looking embarrassed at her own straightforwardness, and vaguely gestures at his desk again.
“No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?”
Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.
“Well”, he smiles politely. “I’m just trying not to look like I’m fifty and live only for my work, to the point to spend all my time in my office and need photographic reminders of what my family looks like.”
Kathy or July or something like that frowns at him.
“Beside, my family is really ugly”, Tim continues, going for less subtle sarcasm, but the joke doesn’t really comes out his mouth as a joke, and KathyJulySomethingLikeThat looks more confused than before.
Well I hadn’t, until this devious little ask came along.
sorry not sorry
Lance volunteers in his brother’s place, when his older brother - just two years older and in his last year of eligibility for the Reaping - gets picked instead. Lance takes one look at the heartbreak on his mother’s face, the bitter desperation on his father’s and his aunts’ and uncles’ and grandmother, and makes his decision. He’s up to the front too fast for anyone to stop him, and it doesn’t occur to him until later that maybe he hasn’t spared his family from heartbreak after all.
The other Tribute from District Twelve is a young girl, just turned twelve. No one volunteers for her.
Everything happens so fast. Lance gets a few brief minutes to say goodbye to his family - and to Hunk, who yells and shakes him and clings to Lance in a hug that only rivals the one Lance’s mom gives him.
“Stay alive,” Hunk begs him, yells, “You’d better stay alive, and you have to come back and tell me everything.”
“You’re gonna see it,” Lance points out, and winces after the words slip from his mouth.
“Don’t remind me,” Hunk groans, “But all the rest, Lance - what the countryside’s like? What the Capitol’s like? What the food is like? You have to come back and tell me. Promise? You have to.”
“I promise,” Lance says, “Assuming Keith doesn’t kill me.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Hunk says, as sharp as Lance has ever heard him. “He would never. He’s not going to be your mentor, anyway.”