it has been a while since the release of high school story but I actually got through the book cause I wanted diamonds and i saw a post floating around about things that actually happen in high school and I decided to make one too cause im currently a junior
my school has…a lot of furries. im not joking. a girl in my AP Psychology class literally wears her tail, ears, and contacts to school everyday. its allowed in dress code. please sen d help
so someone body slammed a window and broke it and my school was too lazy to fix it so they duck taped a piece of cardboard over it for TWO MONTHS
so freshman year my english teacher mentioned that he used to be in an emo band and me being the ugly bitch I was FOUND the video of his bands performance and HE WAS THE LEAD SINGER. HE STARTED SCREAMING “FUCKKKK” IN THE VID it was the funniest thing and i found his myspace from ten years ago and mentioned it to him. i never told any of the students but he still looks scared whenever i see him. (don’t come @ me im a better person now. maybe)
some kid brought a fan to school. not a tiny hand fan or anything, but like one of those 3 foot fans you plug in. it was winter. he didn’t even plug it in he just carried it around?
a weeaboo came up to me and told me he “liked spicy latina girls like me” (IM ARAB) and he wanted to be my “sexy pet slave” during lunch and i started crying
in pre-calc the other day my math teacher drew a circle but this kid got really mad (???) yelled “that’s a god damn oval!” and WALKED OUT
a student hacked the internet at my school (zahra is that you???) and shut down the internet at my school for a WEEK
this happened not at my high school but at @zahranamazi ‘s school but someone put rotten milk cartons in peoples lockers, threw rotten eggs in the stairwell, glued salami to the mirrors (I HAVE A PIC) and also chocolate sauce in the basement
speaking of eggs at a pep rally someone brought a dozen eggs to them and threw them at the crowd and teachers/staff. who tf carried a carton of eggs around the whole daY
someone runs a meme account about my school. who are you mysterious person and stop photoshopping the principal’s head onto gorillas she is tryING HER BEST
A/N: As requested by @mayasmedberg & @asheyl14 . Hope you enjoy it ! I honestly love writing 13rw imagines. Be sure to follow and like this for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Also leave some messages in my ask, I’m willing to do a Q&A or just finding someone to talk to. Btw this is the furthest I’ll ever go with smut I’m not comfortable going in depth so hope you understand. xx
I think long and hard till this day about my decision I made 3 months ago. It was a simple yes or no question that he had asked me. Who could this possibly be ? You may wonder, it was the all too famous and every ones favourite Jeff Atkins
Jeff and I have been good friends since 7th grade, lately this year he has given me a lot more attention which I would never know why. He started teasing me and throwing harsh remarks; which people say that when guys tease you its because they have a crush on you, could this be true ? Jeff Atkins having a crush on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ? Well, could us being friends with benefits be considered that Jeff has taken a liking to me ?
It all started 3 weeks ago. Before that my life was the same old coming to school being teased by Jeff and laughed at by his gang. Jessica was a good friend of mine and always told me to never take him seriously because he had grown to be cocky. I tried to brush it off but after a while his words started to hurt more by the day. I’d hoped that life would get better and I would get stronger but I was weak, that too I didn’t want to make my problem an issue for others. I’d cry myself to sleep on certain nights to free the pain but it didn’t help either.
I was sitting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Hannah, we were just talking about arranging times to do our group assignment until we were disrupted by Jeff’s daily remarks. “Oh boys would you look at that lonely fat shit sat between Hannah and Jess. Of course she’d sit with our girls because she can’t make friends of her own. Attention seeking bitch” he spat. I looked down at my lap and dug my nails onto my arm in hopes to not think about Jeff’s words. Does he think teasing me will distract people from finding about our ‘relationship’ ?
I hadn’t realised a tear left my eye until it dropped onto my arm. I looked back up at Jeff to see his face soften when he saw mine. “Jeff why don’t you shut the fuck up and leave her alone” Hannah said. I stood up from my seat “Excuse me” I murmured loud enough for just the girls to hear me and walked right pass the group of jocks with now probably bloodshot eyes. As I pushed pass the double doors of the cafeteria and into the empty hallways I cried out harder. Every time I would wipe a tear, another had dared to fall. I couldn’t control my emotions, today Jeff had crossed the line. I made my way down the hall and into the parking lot, picking up my pace to get to my car.
Heavy footsteps were heard behind me but I hadn’t bothered to see who it was since I was more interested in leaving. I pressed the unlock button on my car key from afar, opening up the car door my hand was stopped. I looked at the face that I last wanted to see. “Leave me the fuck alone Jeff. You’re the last person that should even bother to be here right now. What did you come here for ? To hurt me with your words because it’s almost the same as hurting me with a knife” I left him speechless. He looked back at me and was at a loss for words. “I thought so. Now excuse the fat shit that is about to leave before she runs you over” I said lastly, getting into the car and speeding off home.
My parents ran their own business and since they were always so busy traveling overseas or coming home late, then their was never really time for me to have a proper conversation about what’s going on in my life.
I ran into my house and upstairs to my bedroom as I balled my eyes out. I can’t believe I fell for an asshole like him, what the hell is my problem ? I filled myself up a nice hot bath with a few beautiful scented candles and threw in a bath both to soak myself in. As I got into the bath it was as if I forgot about all my worries and pain. I went through my phone and found numerous messages from Hannah, Jessica and Jeff. I froze in the bath when I read Jeff’s message “I’ll be at your house in 10”, that message was sent 8 minutes ago. He’ll easily make his way in if I don’t allow him. I mentally slap myself as I realised I didn’t lock the door. I don’t want to deal with him ever again and right now I don’t want to see him, I’d just like some alone time.
I quickly grabbed myself a towel and wrapped it around my body. I rushed downstairs to our front door and rolled my eyes when I saw Jeff outside our front porch ready to knock on the door. I opened it before he could “Atkins go home. I don’t want to see you here again nor do I ever want to have any dealings with you. Forget about our past because it was all just a joke to you anyway.” I said. His foot held the door when I tried shutting it and comparing his strength to mine, we all knew who won this battle. He came in and locked the door behind him.
He didn’t utter a word but just took small steps toward me. “I’m sorry” was all he blurted out. “Excuse me ?” I asked in shock. This was the first time I ever heard those words come out of his mouth. I never though those words would be existent in his vocabulary as he always expects people to bow down to him well, not me. “I’m sorry” he said once and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “Apology not accepted. Now go away Jeff, you disrupted my bath” I said and turned on my heel already making my way upstairs to my bathroom. He followed close behind me “Do you not understand me when I ask you to leave ? Do I need to show you the door ?” I asked when I got into the bathroom. I let the towel drop to the floor and got into the tub.
I could feel Jeff’s stare on me, it was as if he was taking in the detail of every inch of my body. I played around with the bubbles in the tub, it was an awkward silence since Jeff was in the bathroom with me but he isn’t saying anything. “I don’t see what was the point in you coming if you aren’t going to say much. Did you expect to apologise for the first time and I’d suddenly be head over heels for you then we’d have sex ?” I asked and turned my attention to him. “Pretty much yeah” he said. He walked from leaning against the door to the edge of the tub and took a seat. “That’s not how it works for me” I rolled my eyes. “Jeff you need to understand that you’ve crossed the line. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you” I said.
”You will after we have make up sex” he smirked. “Is that the only shit running through your mind ? Our friends with benefits relationship is over. So now you’re free to go mess around with other girls or unless you were already doing that whilst we had a fling ?” I raised a brow. He’s a jock, I should have expected him to be with over 20 other girls because I mean all the girls at school are head over heels for him.”I’ll be honest and say that you’re the only girl I’m with, in secret. All the other girls I just flirt with and lead them wanting for more” I just plainly nod my head trying to show I’m uninterested.
”Would you mind leaving now ? This fat shit has to rinse off in the shower and would like to take a nap after” I said with emphasis on what he called. “Oh I don’t mind, I could stand here and watch you all day babe” he grinned. I sighed and covered myself up with hands, I hopped into the shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped foot out of the shower, Jeff wasn’t in my bathroom how did I not notice him leave but all the better for me now that I’m all alone. I wrapped the towel around my body and went to my room, I frowned to see him seated on my bed.
“I was so happy thinking you left but you just won’t leave will you ?” I asked and closed my room door behind me. “I want to make it up to you after what happened in the cafeteria so until you forgive me then I’ll leave like you said or unless you want me to stay” he wriggled his eyebrows.
“Okay, I can propose something. How about I punish you and then we can see where we go from there” I requested. “What punishment are we talking here ?” He asked eagerly. “Well, I can have my way with you, you can look at me all you want but only thing is you can’t touch” I whispered in his ear. “If it makes you forgive me then okay” he said. I grabbed the rope from my gown and thought of using that to tie his hands around the head board to keep him from touching me. “Kinky” he smirked when he saw the rope in my hand. I pushed him against the headboard and tied his hands, making sure he had no chance of touching me. He stared at me to try and catch on to what my next move was.
I hadn’t given him much time to think when I placed my lips on his cutting him off short. Our lips moved in sync, his lips were soft and might I say he was a damn good kisser. Just as I started to feel his tongue I broke the kiss and started to leave wet kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. I kissed his sweet spot and nibbled on it, making sure to leave a mark. I joined our lips again making sure he had craved for more, he moaned when he finally got his way with his tongue in my mouth. I removed my towel and sat myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer if it was possible as I yearned for his touch. I realised I was not only punishing him but myself as well because I was craving for him.
”Baby I think that’s enough punishment I need to touch you” he mumbled between kisses. I ignored what he had said and decided to tease him by rubbing myself in circular motions on his crotch. “Ugh I can’t do this anymore” He was getting annoyed by the minute. “It won’t happen again” he pleaded. I trailed my hand slowly down to my private in hopes to throw him over board by now at the sight. “Don’t you dare” he warned. “Like I’d fucking do it myself, you’re finishing this off” I said and loosened the rope. “About fucking time, you’re all mine now” he pulled me by my waist. “Wait just a second, explain why the heck you insulted me in front of everyone at school ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because I have a huge crush on you and I didn’t want people to know about my true feelings but you’re the first to know now, and I’m sorry once again.” he rushed. “Well, why didn’t you say so a long time ago you dweeb, we wouldn’t have to worry about having this conversation” “Enough about that, I’d like to finish what you started” he pointed to his pants.
i couldn’t pick just one favorite quote, so i decided to make a post with my top 5 favorite quotes!
1. everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. be kind, always.
we are quick to jump to conclusions, and say harsh words we don’t mean. keeping this in mind helps me remember that you never know what someone could be going through, and to be gentle.
2. when thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
what has happened has happened, and this quote has helped me learn lessons from my past and move forward. as i am also prone to overthinking, this helps me realize that i shouldn’t worry so much about what will happen.
3. there are 3 rules in life: 1. if you do not go after what you want, you will never have it. 2. if you do not ask, the answer will always be no. 3. if you do not step forward, you will always remain in the same place.
pretty self-explanatory. i like the logicalness of these rules, and how simple they are, yet profound. i remember these whenever i am hesitating or unsure, when i am worried about something, or when i cannot give something my all.
4. you have to continue to work even when you’re not being praised. you have to dig deep and go the extra mile because breakthroughs don’t happen when you do the bare minimum. it has to come from you and be for you. it all comes down to you.
it is hard to keep going when everything feels pointless. why should i keep working hard? no one even notices or recognizes my efforts. what is the point in reaching for excellence? will this even benefit me in the end? whenever i get like this, this quote reminds me of the answers to these questions.
5. motivation is what gets you started. habit is what keeps you going.
motivation, that lets-do-this!! attitude only lasts for so long. simple motivation is not enough to power you through everything. discipline and habit will keep you on you path, even when you can’t bring yourself to.
these quotes have really helped me when i was struggling, and i hope they can do that for you too!
A/N: this was requested a couple weeks ago but I can’t remember by who (I know I’m terrible.) but I hope you enjoy!!
New York, the city that never sleeps. The city that was home to broadway plays. I never imagined I’d be able to visit here. Yet here I was, spending spring break with the rest of my drama class who chose to go, which consisted of mostly everyone who had nothing better to do for the week. A majority of the class was there just for extra credit and something to do over break. I, however, had always dreamed of going to see plays on broadway.
There were very few of us that actually cared about the trip: a boy, another girl, and I. The girl, Abigail, was quiet, reserved. She kept to herself most times and I respected that. I was nice to her, didn’t try to bother her too much. I knew she didn’t enjoy conversations.
The boy’s name was Shawn. He was the type you’d expect to see playing baseball or basketball, not in drama club. He was tall with a slim build but muscles prominent where they should be. His hair was a dark brunette color and was often pushed off his forehead, a wavy mess. His eyes were the color of warm honey.
I’d known him most of my high school life. We’d taken drama classes together since I could remember so it was hard for us to not know each other. He was always sweet, seemed super intelligent. We talked occasionally but nothing too in depth. He was always nice to me as was I to him. He was good looking, no doubt.
When we had arrived, everyone else had already picked who they would share a hotel room with. All the other rooms were filled and with only one other room left, Shawn and I ended up sharing a room. Our teacher didn’t mind, she knew we were both trustworthy kids. Since we were sharing a room, I decided to spark up more conversation with Shawn. I was spending the rest of this week with him, after all. Might as well get to know him better.
“So what part of the trip are you most excited about?” I asked Shawn.
“Overall, going to see Wicked on broadway. But right now it’s getting something to eat. I’m starving.” He laughed. We’d been walking through Central Park for nearly an hour now and all of us hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I checked my watch, 2:35. My stomach growled once I realized how long it had been since the last time I ate.
“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty hungry too.” I said. My eyes searched for any nearby food vendors in the park. I saw one out in the distance, nearly two blocks away. I nudged Shawn’s arm. “There’s some type of food stand up there.” I pointed in the direction of what looked to be the typical New York hot dog stand.
Shawn’s eyes got wide and I giggled lightly at how excited he got over food. Our group slowly made its way towards where the food was. Shawn and I bought pretzels and soda. We talked for hours more, hardly paying any attention to everyone else on the trip and the beautiful city around us.
My alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning. I don’t remember setting it that early, but there was probably some reason why so I went ahead and got out of the uncomfortable hotel bed. I stretched and made my way to the shower, grabbing clothes on the way. I did my normal shower routine: shampoo and condition my hair, wash my body, then my face. When I dried myself off I realized I hadn’t grabbed any underwear out of my suitcase. Shit.
I tiptoed out of the bathroom, trying to not wake Shawn up. I squatted down beside my suitcase and struggled to keep my towel wrapped around me. With one hand, I let my towel go so I could search for my underwear. I knew Shawn was asleep still so it didn’t matter. I dug through my suitcase, sitting there completely bare.
I stood back up after wrapping the towel back around my still damp body. I checked to see if Shawn was still asleep, which he wasn’t. My mouth dropped open in shock, I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m- I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were awake.” I apologized.
“No it’s all good. We just won’t tell anyone about this, okay?” He said. I nodded my head in agreement and made my way back to the bathroom. I got ready and tried to continue the day like normal but it was too awkward between Shawn and I. I could barely even look at him and there were still six more days left of this trip. Our group walked through the streets of New York, barely even two blocks from our hotel.
“Look just because I saw you naked doesn’t mean you have to be weird with me.” Shawn spoke quietly so only I could hear. “Besides, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You looked pretty good.” I felt my cheeks heat up and I playfully hit him.
“I can’t believe you.” I joked. His cheeks were now red too, realizing he had actually said that. I had seen him almost naked this morning too, only his boxers when he had gotten out of bed. And oh man, was he a sight to see. His arms were strong and muscular. His abdomen was toned, no flaw to be found whatsoever.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked again.” He smirked, knowing I knew what he was suggesting. I couldn’t believe it but I wanted it too.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“You know what I said.” He boasted. I was surprised at his sudden confidence. I knew what the answer was. Of course it was yes. After seeing his so carefully sculpted body earlier this morning, there was no way possible I could turn this down. I looked Shawn in the eyes and nodded my head yes.
“Ma'am,” Shawn spoke to our teacher, “my roommate left her phone in our room and she was really wanting to make some pictures. Can we go back to the hotel to get it?” Lie on top of more lies. I was weirdly okay with it though. After getting permission, Shawn and I walked back to our hotel.
The two blocks seemed like miles now that Shawn and I both were anticipating something. I knew we wouldn’t have much time once we got back to the hotel room. I began fantasizing about what was to come. Shawn hovering over me, his muscular arms on either side of me, his breathing unsteady and soft moans escaping his lips. Oh gosh.
Shawn grabbed my hand to help guide me through the crowded sidewalk, not wasting any time as he was walking briskly. We were finally outside the hotel. We rushed in the doors and onto the elevator. The lobby of the hotel was completely empty and nobody else had gotten on the elevator with us. I took the chance to kiss Shawn. I grabbed the denim fabric of his jacket and pulled him down to press my lips against his.
The kiss was delicate until Shawn began to bite my bottom lip. My hand ran through his thick brown hair. His grasped around my waist. I was sent into a blissful high until I heard the elevator doors open. We rushed into the room. Shawn fumbled with the room card. I could sense his eagerness.
I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and began to unbutton my jeans. I left my bra and panties on, leaving those on for Shawn to take off. I glanced up at him to see he was still wearing pants.
“Hurry, Shawn.” I said, the impatience apparent in my voice. He took his pants off, his bulge obvious through his tight fitting boxers. He took me by surprise when he picked me up, sitting me on his lap after sitting down on the edge of the bed. His lips soon attached to my neck and I threw my head back to give him better access. He started to suck at the crook of my neck.
“Please no hickeys.” I begged. He stopped sucking at my skin to unclasp my bra. He bit his lip slightly, looking more alluring to me than ever before. I took his face into my hands and kissed his lips roughly, wanting him to know how badly I needed him. He stood up, placing his arm at the small of my back to support me then laid me onto the bed. His fingers hooked into my underwear and pulled them off slowly.
“Get on your stomach.” He muttered. I did as he wished and got onto my stomach, letting my forearms rest on the bed. I heard him searching through his pants pockets for his wallet then the tear of a condom wrapper. I soon felt the warmth of his body behind me again.
“You ready?” Shawn asked. I replied with an ‘mhm’ then felt his hands spreading my legs further apart. He entered me and I gasped. He wasn’t my first, but he was much bigger than the other two guys I’d been with. I waited for him to start thrusting, I was impatient after a few seconds. He took himself out completely and I felt empty, only to be filled again. He repeated this action over and over, making my legs shake. I moaned out his name.
His hands gripped onto my hips now. He thruster deeper into me but no longer took himself out completely. His thrusts were at a pace enjoyable for both of us and hard enough to make me moan out profanities. The small hotel room grew hotter as time went on. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck.
“You’re so tight, oh god.” Shawn groaned. He stopped fucking me and turned me onto my back. I was more pleased with this position than the previous one, I could now look at him. He slipped into me once again, continuing the pace he’d had before. His arms were on either side of me and his face right above mine. Sweat droplets ran down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed.
“Shawn, I’m gonna come.” I moaned, my voice getting slightly higher pitched. His eyes flickered up to mine, no longer watching my breasts bounce gently or watching himself thrust into me. He wore a smirk on his face. His mouth went to my boobs, leaving wet kisses everywhere. The extra pleasure sent me into euphoria. My back arched and I lightly tugged at Shawn’s hair. Soft moans escaped my parted lips as my orgasm washed over my entire body.
He soon pulled out and went to throw the condom away. He walked back into the room, still completely naked and definitely a sight to see. I sat up and began to put my clothes back on as did Shawn.
“I can tell this trip is going to be fucking great.” He laughed. I nodded my head in agreement. It definitely will be.
hello! so it’s been a year since i’ve actively posted otome stuff since the whole blog deleting incident, and now that i’m trying to get myself back into otome stuff i’m gonna try to follow more otome blogs again. please like or reblog if you post any of the following, and i’ll try to check out your blog! also, since this is a sideblog likes and follows will come from my main, tataras.
serendipity next door
star crossed myth
really any voltage inc stuff there are just way too many things to list
uta no prince sama
collar x malice
probably other games that i’ve forgotten about
i also lost a lot of mutuals so if we were mutuals before and we aren’t now and i don’t follow you could you please tell me or something
By the time I was your
age, I’d give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That’s when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I’d ever seen
Dick Grayson let his eyes wander across the cafe
as he waited for his coffee. His rubbed his sleep deprived blue eyes and let
out a loud yawn, running his fingers through his dirty raven black hair. He was
a hot mess, with his greasy hair, messy and ripped jeans, and wearing a shirt
that was two sizes too large.
He groggily scratched his stubbled chin as he
quickly observed each new and unfamiliar face, and froze when he saw yours. You
were seated at a booth, a cup of coffee in one hand, and your other dancing
across the keyboard of your laptop. Your [H/C] hair was tied up in a messy bun
with your [E/C] eyes staring intensely at your screen. His breath hitched as he
took in your appearance. You were perfect.
He watched you as you leaned back in your seat,
rubbing your own bags from under your eyes and bringing the coffee to your
lips, and raising your eyes to meet his. He quickly turned around, his
cheeks flushed to a bright crimson, while his heart thumped quickly. He swore
softly under his breath.
How long had he been staring?
That’s when he felt a light tap on his shoulder,
he turned around, only to find himself in the presence of the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She said, “Boy, can I tell you a
I can’t help but notice, you’re staring at me.
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.”
Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things.
You had an atmosphere of confidence around you,
with a sly smile on your face, you stuck your hand out for him to shake.
“[F/N] [L/N], now, it’s been wonderful having someone
good looking as your self-checking me out, but what if we got to know each
other a little better?”
His eyes widened as he became all too aware of
how much of a mess he was. But he managed to talk in semi-complete sentences.
“Richard- err- Dick Grayson, and I, um, you
know, there’s a possibility, err- I’m interested. “
Your smile only seemed to grow larger at his
“Great! Can I see your phone?”
“My… Phone…?” he questioned slowly pulling out
his cellular device
You rolled your eyes, “For my number? So we can,
ya know, make a date?”
“Right! Of course!” he said a bit to eagerly. He
silently cursed himself as he watched you punched your number in his phone. You
handed it back to him, “Great! Well, I’ll be talking to you soon ‘Dick
His eyes trailed after you, observing your every
movement at you picked up you bag and walked out of the coffee.
There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, never in his
whole life had he been so sure, that he was in love.
Now, most of the time we’d have too much
And we’d laugh at the stars and we’d share everything
Too young to notice, and too dumb to care
Love was a story that couldn’t compare.
The night was cool and crisp, the summer breeze
kissing your cheeks as cries of laughter silenced the singing crickets.
“Dick!” You shrieked, squirming in your boyfriend’s
arms. “Unhand me you fiend!”
You kicked your legs in the air, giggling
Dick nuzzled his face into your [H/T] [H/C] his
deep and jovial voice ringing in your ear, “Now, why would I do that?”
His warm arms hugging your elevated body even
closer to him.
You dramatically puffed your cheeks out into a
childish pout, sending a chuckle to escape Dick’s lips.
“Well, if you don’t put me down, I’ll-”
Dick lost balance, falling to the ground, and
rolling down the hill with you still in his arms. Down you two went, descending
on the gently sloping grassy hill until you both van to a stop at the bottom.
Dick’s arms still wrapped protectively around you.
The only sound heard was your heavy breathing, that
is until you filled the silence with amused laughter.
You rolled off of your boyfriend, clutching your
stomach as the fits of giggles continued.
“Great job there Romeo!” you managed to tell him
Dick blushed bright pink, and laughed along.
Hours passed by, you two laughing, pointing at
the stars, and making up constellations. peaceful silence settled on both of
you, when you decide to Roll over on top of your boyfriend.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t
shake you off. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed in thought as you gently
began to play with the ends of his raven black hair.
“Everything alright [F/N]?” he asked, concern
filling his voice.
“Yes, it’s just that- I kinda - you know- what
I’m trying to say is-” you heaved a large and anxious sigh, hesitantly pulling
your hand away from his hair.
“I love you. I love you Dick Grayson.”
Dick’s eyes grew in shock at the sudden
confession, he your words sink in, warming him up from head to toe, before
answering with a cocky grin on his face.
“Well, that’s good,” he stated, gaining a raised
eyebrow from you.
He quickly lifted his head, sealing your lips
with his in a long breathless kiss.
“Cause I love you too.”
I said, “Girl, can I tell you a
I made you a present with paper and string.
Open with care now, I’m asking you, please.
You know that I love you, will you marry me?”
It had been several years since you and Dick had
started seeing each other, every year having its ups and downs, but you
two had always managed to make things right again.
This, to say the least, was probably not one of
your highest points.
Dick had angrily left your shared apartment,
with you cursing his name, sending bitter words his way.
That night you saw him on the news, watched as
he, as Nightwing, took on several assailants at once, leaving him broken and
scarred, but he would not back down.
You held your breathe, and sobbed as you watched
as he was tossed aside like a rag doll, cursing your sf for being so harsh to
Batman and Robin, along with Red Robin and Red
Hood showed up at the scene before any mortal injury could be done to your
You turned the TV off and waited with baited
breatge1, watching the front door for any sign of movement. Several hours
passed before the door opened up to Dick in his civilian clothes. With his arm
in a sling and several cuts and bruises across his face.
In a heartbeat, without thinking, you leapt up
and ran to him, embracing your boyfriend tightly while sobbing.
“Ow ow ow ow! Broken Ribs! Broken Ribs!” he
groaned, inhaling sharply at the sudden burst of pain.
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, loosening your hold on
the vigilante, but still keeping him in your arms, “I’m so sorry Dick, I didn’t
mean what I said, and when you were out their fighting today, I thought- I
You trailed off, with new sobs reaching your
Dick hushed you, while stroking your [H/C] hair
with his good hand. “Hey, it’s okay! I’m alive and breathing! Besides, you
can’t get rid of me that easily.”
You looked up from his chest to those azure eyes
that you loved oh so much.
“I love you.” you told him, your eyes wet and
puffy from crying.
“I love you to [F/N],” he said, a sudden look of
hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he were debating something.
“Ahh, what the hell.” he said, carefully
breaking the embrace and kneeling to the ground.
“Dick, what are you-” You gasped once you saw
what he was awkwardly fumbling for. A small black box.
“Oh my gosh!” you breathlessly exclaimed, holding
your hands up to you face as Dick managed to open up the box with his only
available hand. A gold ring with pale [F/C] diamonds sat on a red cushion.
“[F/N], I love you, and can’t imagine my life
without you in it, so,” he swallowed hard, beads of nervous sweat appeared on
his brow, “I guess what I’m trying to ask you, is… Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” you said, kneeling down in front of him
so he wouldn’t strain himself more than he already had. Tears of joy streamed
down your face as you held his in your hands, pulling him into many breathless
Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things
You’ll learn, one day, I’ll hope and I’ll pray,
That God shows you differently.
Several more years passed by in a blink of an
eye. You were now Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, with a quaint, but nice condo with
plans to start a family of your very own. And that’s when the migraines came.
They started off as small headaches, but gradually became more frequent and
painful. You had dismissed them, not bothering to tell Dick, no need for him to
get worried over nothing, right?
Dick had noticed your frequent use of ibuprofen
and the constant rubbing of your temples with an agonized expression.
He sat next to you on your couch, where you had
sat to save yourself from passing out, the pain was just that unbearable. He
gently wrapped his large arms around your body, hugging you close to him. You
melted into his embrace, burrowing your head into the crook of his arm.
“Your hurting, aren’t you?” He softly said into
You nodded your head slowly with your eyes still
closed, letting out a quite whimper, “yes.”
“It’s okay,” He said kissing your head, “We’re
going to go get help, bring you to a doctor, and they’re going to fix you right
You opened your eyes and smiled at your husband,
nodding your head, “Your right, I’ll be as good as new.”
But of course, you were both wrong.
She said, “Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing?
It seems that I’m sick and I’ve only got weeks.
Please, don’t be sad now, I really believe,
You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
A Brain tumor.
That’s what the doctor had said you nearly 7
months ago. Surgery was out of the question; it was much too large for that.
They had told you that the only thing they could do for you, was give you
medication for the pain.
“Two more weeks”
The dreadful words bounced through Dick’s mind.
You two had gone in for your monthly check up, only to find that the tumor was
growing at alarming rate, so much so, that you only had about 1 or 2 weeks at
best, until you were gone.
“I’ll let you two talk it out, please, take all the
time you need.” The doctor said with gentle kindness, leaving the room to you
and your husband.
Tears shot into Dick’s eyes, as he pulled you
into a bear hug. Two weeks was not enough, you two were supposed to grow old
together, start a family, you were supposed to live together. But all of
that was gone.
“Hey, it’ okay.” You said, rubbing his back with
one hand while stroking his hair with the other. “We’ll make it through this,
just like we always do.”
“How?!” Dick exclaimed, anger suddenly
raising in his voice, “You heard what the doctor said, 1 week, two at best. And
then all of this,” he gestured to their surroundings “it’s all over! It’s
almost as if it were for nothing!”
He was pissed, not at you, but at the world, at
fate, at himself because he couldn’t do a damn thing to help you! All he could
do was sit and watch as you slowly whither away.
“Hey,” you calmly said, placing your palms on
either side of his face, “don’t say that, don’t say that we were meant
for nothing.” your voice cracking as your calm and collective mask disappearing
and large tears welling in your eyes. “This was no mistake. Because You
are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes, “the only
thing I regret is putting you through all this.”
New tears emerged to replace the old ones. “I’m
Dick’s heart sunk, in his chest as he watched
the tears stream down your face, he reached out and brushed the ears from your
face, before pulling you close.
“No [F/N], I’m sorry.” He squeezed you tightly,
breathing in your scent, “I never regret meeting you, or falling in love with
you, you made my life worth living.”
“I love you,” You heaved into his chest,
clutching tightly to his biceps.
Tears fell from his eyes onto your hair, “I love
Slow, so slow I fell to the ground on my knees.
The cool crisp fall air caressed Dick’s cheek as
he stood in front of your headstone.
Just like that.
Barely made it a week before you drifted off in
“Hey, [N/N], I-I brought you something.” His
voice cracking with emotion.
“They’re [F/F],” He said shakily, “Your
favorite, and I cleaned out the house to today.” HIs hand shook as he reached
into his pocket, “I found-” He sniffed and let out a short chuckle, unfolding
the photograph. “It’s a picture of us on our wedding day,” tears were streaming
down his face as new sobs raked through his body, he pointed a cold finger at
the image of you, you two were shoving cake into each other’s face.
“Y-you had smeared it all in my hair, I was
washing frosting out for nearly a week-” a cry escaped his lips, shaking his
body and sending him crashing to the cold ground. He clawed at the ground, his
chest heaved and filled with sorrow.
“I can’t!” he wailed.
“I can’t do this anymore!’
So don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose
If you’re given the choice, then I beg you to choose
To walk away, walk away, don’t let her get you.
I can’t bear to see the same happen to you.
“I need you here, with me. I can’t go on without
you!” Tears splattered to the ground.
“Please [F/N], I miss you.”
Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things
“Why? So what?! I’m green and you’re grey, so what!”
She looked as if she wanted to pull her hair from its roots. “This isn’t about my skin Beastboy! I’m a demon! A twisted evil spawn from hell to be used as a tool to destroy the world! It’s not normal!”
“SO WHAT? I’m not normal, I’ve got some fucked up unstable DNA that could fall apart any second!”
“But at least you’re HUMAN!”
He opened his mouth, probably to scream back at her, but his anger died somewhere in between hearing her words and looking into her eyes. Why were they even fighting about this? He sighed.
“Rae, I might have been human once, but not anymore. And I don’t remember it being much different. I don’t miss being human Rae, I miss my parents. Even after I turned into..” he gestured toward himself, “this, they still made me feel normal. But I’m not normal, I’m the only one of my kind. Just like you.”
He reached out to grab her hand. “I’m tired of being alone Rae, and I know you are too.”
Well, here’s some smol doodles I made as soon as I woke up, sorry for the bad cuality of my cell phone camera :c
Pic 1 —————————————————– M- Hey look! My eye socket drips too. R- It’s your scar, not your socket, hehe. M- Oww, doesn’t matter, we still look alike~ / Since I saw this child I’ve wanted to draw him QvQ ——————————————————– Pic 2 Well, It’s been long since I wanted to draw this baby, but I made it without a reference so I inverted his scarf colors, my apologies. Q3Q ——————————————— Pic 3 And one more that as soon as I saw him made me fall in love ❤️ it took me a while to make the purple tone of the jacket, still love it Tho xD
"I still believe there is a good person in you" with Nyo!DenNor (I just read the previous work with Nyo!Norway and it was so awesome that now I want a Nyo!Denmark ^^')
Hope you like it! :) sorry i just love treaty of kiel angst way too much
Legacy- that is what Margarethe was made to protect. A proud golden crown, a flag of white and crimson flying high on the breeze, a long line of monarchs who scratched their names into history with bloodied fingers. Denmark has only survived the centuries on the illustrious weight of its past, straining through every attack with preservation as sole motivator. But no attack hits as hard as one close to home. Sweden had been their enemy ever since Kalmar, yet both of them kept an unofficial promise not to wage any serious wars. Duty is what Berlinda was made for. Always the obedient younger sister, edging along in Margarethe’s shadow, even when the bitter events of 1523 tore them apart at last. Duty holds the rules in place. Duty ensures a thousand loyal swords. And duty can choke off all the joy in life. She has always been the heir to my throne, thinks Margarethe one mundane November afternoon, sat in her favourite chair by the window. She fought hard for that throne, tore away at other lands until they relinquished their power. And now Berlinda intends to take it all. For if Margarethe played the part of victorious king, her sister traitorous usurper, then Lucia is queen of everything cold and sharp. She walks into the room- no, glides- pale hair resting in a coil at the nape of her neck. Even now, after all that has happened between them, Margarethe cannot curb the slow spread of her smile. Lucia does not reciprocate it. ‘There’s a council meeting tomorrow in Roskilde,’ she says, voice flat and disinterested. And I’m not invited, is missing at the end. Margarethe does not ask what it is about. Only one thing is important now, after all the years of forced inferiority- Norway. Denmark and Sweden have fought over their fellow Scandinavian nation countless times, Denmark being the overall victor in the end. Now, the old quarrel has resurfaced, under the guise of a twisted power game. 'I don’t expect I shall be attending.’ The collar of Margarethe’s dress chafes at her neck; her hand itches for a sword, to strike down an enemy and know that they will never rise again. 'You have to.’ 'No one can make me.’ She stands, making for the door, but Lucia’s strength has ever manifested itself at the most inopportune moments. 'I can.’ Margarethe is pushed back into the chair and pinned under Lucia’s coldest gaze. 'You have to show them that you still care, fuel their pathetic hopes.’ Every word drips with scorn- a scorn that Margarethe senses is extended to her. 'We’ve had this conversation, Norway. There’s nothing we can do, you said it yourself.’ And I dared to hope you didn’t believe it. 'Of course there’s nothing we can do.’ A hint of ice cuts into Lucia’s voice. 'I’m asking you to maintain a facade. To keep playing the game that you still don’t understand, even after a thousand years.’ 'That’s what you think?’ Margarethe hisses back. 'I’ve had everything taken from me- why should I have to keep going?’ The doubt creasing Lucia’s face is sinfully sweet. 'For the days we have left. To find a way to tell Emilia-’ She breaks off, and just like that, Margarethe is back in the palm of her hand. 'I’m not her sister, and I could never be her mother,’ she whispers, remorseful all of a sudden. 'Take her with you.’ Soft, chilled hands come to rest upon her head. 'You’re not that awful,’ says Lucia with quiet incredulity. 'I still believe there is a good person in you.’ Belief- what a thin, tired word, worn out on the tongues of dreamers and fools. Margarethe opens her mouth, then closes it again. High summer is over; winter has come. And still she must cling to her bloodstained crown.