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Lonely Heart

Where you’re his ex-girlfriend and you see his new girlfriend wearing your t-shirt

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If she closes her eyes hard enough, and just at the right moments, Y/n can feel Harry in Dan.

It’s quite peculiar, how she finds Harry in almost anything. It’s something she finds so riveting yet so dangerous at the same time. He’s everywhere, he’s in every breath she takes and in every move she makes, and it’s something that brings her an overwhelming sense of comfort yet an overbearing sense of instability.

Dan—an individual full of insecurities and excitement—who varies oh, so differently from Harry, can feel like him if she really tries hard enough. His arms don’t hold her quite the same, and his lips aren’t as soft and flavorful, but if she squeezes her eyes shut, and she loses herself in the memories of Harry, it’s like he’s almost back again—only in the most minuscule of ways.

Which is why, now, in this moment in time, Y/n can barely keep her eyes open.

It’s the first time Y/n brought Dan to the house, letting him stop by to watch a film after his shift. It’s a little something he’s wanted to do for a while, and after many coffee dates and many pleas from Dan, she finally took the step of being completely alone with him.

Gabby decided to go to a friends house and insisted they take their time together. It started off wonderfully; a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, and a bag of popcorn while they watched Jaws.

It was all wonderful until Dan decided to make the move.

Dan is on top of her, lips connecting to hers in a lustful motion. It isn’t that Y/n doesn’t want to be in this position, but more of her being hesitant to do so. She hasn’t kissed anybody since Harry, and although Dan is one of the nicest people she’s ever met, she can’t find it within herself to keep moving any more forward.

And everything about it feels wrong.

Between all the touching, all the kissing, all the feelings within her, she can’t stop thinking about Harry. She can’t stop thinking about how much she misses him and how much she wants him back. She’s still in love with him, so much so that doing this with someone else makes her feel dirty—makes her feel like she’s betraying him.

And it’s all too much, because no matter how hard she closes her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to feel him, he’s not there, and she can’t help but seem to think that he never will be—not anymore.

“No, no, stop.” She whimpers, shaking her head in an attempt to reject Dan’s restless lips.

He doesn’t stop, however, too engaged in the moment to really understand the words stuttering from her mouth. He continues kissing her, instead, moving down to her collarbones.

At this point, Y/n starts to hyperventilate. Between the sobs daring to escape her chest and the lack of air from her previous activities, everything is straining against her. She doesn’t fully understand how she was able to get this far without it being with Harry.

“Stop!”

Her arms push Dan off of her until she’s alone on the couch as he’s panting on the floor. She can’t breathe. Her chest is tightening and her cries are so harsh that her lungs are collapsing inside of her.

She reaches her hands up to the roots of her hair, pulling back on them as she tries to gather all the oxygen she can. At this point, her head feels light and her sight is completely blurred by the tears flowing out of them—ones that she doesn’t even try to stop.

“I’m s—so sor—ry.” She hiccups, her head falling to her hands.

Dan gulps as he tentatively stands from his spot on the floor, his hands up in front of him as if in a panic—trying desperately to figure out how to fix the mess being made in front of him.

He looks around the room, as if in search for something to guide him through this situation, but there’s nothing. All the room occupies is a broken woman, sobbing breathlessly on a couch in front of him, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath.

“Okay,” he huffs out, nodding his head to himself, “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?”

He occupies the empty spot next to her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In all honesty, Dan is complete shit at helping people during emotional breakdowns, and considering this one had happened so suddenly, he had absolutely no warning that he would be put in this position.

Y/n feels bad, she does, considering Dan doesn’t deserve the treatment she’s given him and surely doesn’t deserve what was once an innocent date to end up a complete disaster. But she can’t help it, and she can’t stop now, no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, and the words that spoke out from his lips nearly brings every movement in Y/n’s body to a halt. She never told him that it was Harry who broke her heart, and to be honest, she doesn’t even find the strength within her to begin to question how he even knows of Harry—especially his relationship with her.

Of course, their relationship has been publicized for years, but Dan is a very closed-off type of person. He’s not much into music, either—another part of him that differs so drastically from Harry—and spends a majority of his time working or spending time outside rather than succumbing himself in social media.

He looks down at the rose ring wrapped around his pointer finger, twirling it around with the hand that was once wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders.

He knew the moment he saw Harry’s reaction that this ring very much belonged to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she sacrificed it so mindlessly—why it seemed to have no story behind it. But between everything Gabby’s told him and everything he’s gathered from her previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than to get rid of every reminder she had of him.

He doesn’t feel worthy enough for it, though. If Y/n and Harry don’t find their way back to each other, he feels she should at least give it to somebody that she loves, not somebody she needs to help her get over her heartbreak.

He slides it off his finger, placing it gently on the palm of his hand before closing his fingers into a fist.

“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n. Not if you can’t talk to me.” He mutters softly, “Not if you’re still in love with him, we’ll be getting nowhere.”

This makes her cry harder. She still doesn’t have the audacity to look up at him, no, how could she? After everything she’s done?

This is why she always ends up alone. No matter how in love she is, no matter how much effort she puts into a relationship, they always end up leaving her. It’s happened long before Harry, and she was so convinced he’d stay when he came around. She was so dead set on him being her forever, but the same thing happened again. He left, just like everyone else.

And now, Dan is leaving her, and although she can’t exactly blame him for doing so, it’s another wound to her heart—it’s another pain in her chest that only seems to increase with pain.

He sighs sadly at the sight in front of him, upset with himself that he’s probably a partial reason for her soul-shaking sobs and lack of air, but he has no other choice. If he stays with her, he’d be forcing her to love someone she doesn’t. He has to let her go if it means to possibly make amends with her happiness again.

He takes one of her shaking hands away from her face and bringing it towards his lap, spreading her fingers away from her palm so that he can set the ring softly against it.

She sobs at the sight, bringing her opposite hand to her mouth as she tries to quiet herself down.

“This was Harry’s, it always was. This belongs to you, Y/n, not me.”

She nods, trying her best to smile at him as a form of appreciation, but it fails miserably. He understands, though, that she cares, and doesn’t ask her any questions.

“I’ll let Gabby know to come home now, okay?”

He kisses the top of her head, the way he always does, before removing himself from the couch and toward the front door.

“Take care of yourself, Y/n. I mean it.”

And then, he’s gone, leaving Y/n alone in an empty house and her haunting thoughts. She feels the world is closing in on her, only giving her a restricted amount of air and a limited amount of light to see what’s in front of her.

She’s alone—she’s left by herself in a dark room that’s only being illuminated by the television light, where nobody can hear her, where nobody can touch her, where nobody can see her; in a place where she just can’t trust herself.

She’s left alone, as she’s always left, and she just can’t take it anymore.

Her emotions become so strong that her body collapses onto the floor, her head throbbing and throat burning from all the tears and cries. She can’t breathe, her lungs failing to take in oxygen and her chest is pounding.

It’s so bad that if Gabby doesn’t come home soon, she actually believes she’s going to die. She feels the tug on her heart and feels how hard it is for it to do its job properly—she practically feels it overworking itself.

“Oh, God.”

Gabby finds her on the floor, making her immediately drop her purse and run to her collapsed body. Y/n is a withering mess underneath her, completely drenched in sweat as violent sobs erupt from her body.

She’s quick to sit her up properly onto the floor before lifting her back onto the couch, running a comforting hand down the side of her neck as she begins to shush her down to a calm state. However, her attempt falters when Y/n shakes her head to remove Gabby’s touch from her neck.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

She tries to find words to explain what’s happening to her right now. Between the pain in her body and the feeling in her head, her brain is scrambling with so many fearful thoughts that the only thing she can truly comprehend is being saved from this horrifying feeling.

“Hospital.”

Gabby is taken aback when she says it, completely astonished by just how serious this all is. She realizes this isn’t a situation that she can fix on her own, and it makes her feel like such a bad friend that she can’t give her what she needs.

Tears fall from her eyes in panic, well aware that her friend is undergoing something far worse than a mental breakdown, but also knows that the hospital won’t be able to help her.

Only Harry can.

“Let me call for help, okay?“ She asks softly. “I’m gonna send help.”

When Harry sees Gabby’s contact light up his phone, something inside of him instantly fills with worry. He knows, without a doubt, that Gabby hates him more than anybody ever since what happened. And knowing her so well, she would never reach out to him, especially when her negative feelings toward him were so strong, unless it’s serious.

“Gabby?”

“You have to do something, Harry.” She cries through the phone, peaking over her shoulder to look over Y/n from her location in the kitchen.

She’s still a mess, holding her hand over her heart as if it were going to mend the pain. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her other hand running over her face continuously. Her sobs haven’t settled, only seeming to increase with panic over the unfamiliar reaction occurring over her body.

“She thinks you don’t want her and—Harry she thinks she’s dying. Her heart is so broken. She keeps saying her heart is going to fail her and I don’t—I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything I can do. She—she was trying so hard. Harry, please, you have to—you have to—“

Harry leans on his elbows over the kitchen counter, huffing out a shaky breath when he hears both Gabby and Y/n’s cries through the phone. He rubs his hand over his face, doing anything to prevent the tears nearly pooling out from his eyes.

He’d be lying if he said that guilt isn’t eating him alive in this moment. And it’s not that he hasn’t felt any remorse or any guilt since he’d broken Y/n’s heart, but he’s now fully aware that he has to look at the damage he’s done. He’ll have to witness all the pain, all the heartbreak he’s put her through, and nothing makes him feel worse.

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpers. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I promise, I won’t keep doing this to her, you have to believe me. Just—“ he lets out a broken breath, reaching his hand up to rub his eyes to prevent any tears from escaping, “just tell me what to do.”

Gabby wipes the tears from her cheeks, yet again peering over to watch over Y/n on the couch. To her dismay, there is absolutely no improvement.

“Come here, pick her up, and bring her home. Just talk to her, please. Nothing makes her feel worse than believing you don’t want her anymore. Hell, even if you don’t—I don’t know with you anymore—just give her something. You’re the only one that can fix this.”

He sighs, nodding his head before making his way out of his house without much of a response to her. He’s only concerned for Y/n, and is so focused on getting to her so that he can prove to her that he’s changed—that he’s not the same Harry he was and is going to be there for her for as long as his life lasts, even if she doesn’t allow it.

But it’s upon arrival he realizes how much more serious this is than he thought. She’s completely breaking down, every inch of her shaking and fear written on her face. She’s a complete and utter mess, a completely wrecked version of such a beautiful, unbroken woman who had so much love in her heart and surrounded by so much love in the air.

And even though Harry knows she believes she’s going to die, apart of him believes she’s already dead. The life inside of her has burned out and is now just a product of what once was. The Y/n he always known is long gone—so far gone he almost doesn’t believe it’s her.

He looks at her with the most distraught and sympathetic look Gabby has ever seen. She has never seen so much guilt in somebody before that—no matter how much she hates him—she can’t help but feel sorry for him, too.

“Baby, hey. Hey now, it’s alright.” He whispers, kneeling in front of Y/n’s shaking figure and tentatively reaching for her hair so that he can attempt to calm her down. “I’m here now, I’m right here.”

A pitiful sound leaves her lips when she looks up at him; something between a whine, a sob, and a groan. It’s messy from her throat being raw from all the screaming and cries, and it leaves an indescribable pain that only makes her cries stronger.

She can’t even think properly, everything in her body overworking itself. It’s something she’s never experienced before, and all the fears of it being permanent rush through her veins—leaving her with an overwhelming amount of anxiety.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Harry mumbles to Gabby, making sure to rub gently over the back of Y/n’s neck. Although panic attacks weren’t common for her, whenever she was overwhelmed and stressed, this gesture always seemed calmed her down.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t drive with her like this I—Gabby, how do I focus with her like this?” He cries, the situation in front of him making his body turn to shambles, “Especially when it’s my fault? How do I—do I keep her here until she’s calm? I don’t—I don’t know—”

Gabby shakes her head, reaching her hand over to graze his tense shoulder. She squeezes the muscle softly, almost as a sort of reassurance.

“She needs home, Harry—” she whispers, “she needs you.

He nods, choking back sobs as he brushes the hair out of Y/n’s face. The skin of her face is red and completely soaked, but this is the first time he’s seen her since the morning in the grocery store, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

“I’m going to take you home with me, Y/n. But I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?” He asks, holding her face delicately between his hands, “Breathe with me.”

Y/n sucks in a deep breath when Harry inhales deeply, attempting to rid all the anxiety and pain settling inside of her. Her inhale is broken between hiccups and cries, but as she keeps eye contact with him as she tries to calm down, a little part of her feels revived.

“It hurts.” She whimpers between sobs, referring to the pain in her chest and the throbbing in her head that just can’t seem to heal.

She watches as Harry’s face scrunches with an agonizing cry, and she knows he’s aware of exactly what she’s talking about. She’s been brokenhearted for so long, she doesn’t even think he’s the least bit shocked when she tells him her heart is hurting.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Make you feel better?”

And as much as she wants to hate him, or yell at him for everything he’s done to her and make him understand just how much of her life he’s ruined, she genuinely feels like her body is going to collapse at any given moment. She needs him, even if it’s just for right now, she has to just focus on everything happening in the now. Harry’s come back to her and she’s about to go back home.

Because if she doesn’t think about the present moment—Harry holding her, Harry kissing her, Harry about to take the both of them back to their house—she’ll never find a way to fix herself. She’ll be stuck in this anxiety and pain for far too long—so long that it could actually kill her.

So she closes her eyes, only focusing on his touch and his breath fanning over her wet face. She forgets the t-shirt, she forgets all the times he’s ignored her after declaring them to take a break, and she forgets about Jessica. At least for right now, she can focus on all that tomorrow.

She nods, and it’s then Harry notices how much more calm she is. Although she’s still crying and still incapable of speaking much from the aching in her throat, she’s breathing properly again and her once undying sobs have turned into soft whimpers.

He leans in so that he can properly wrap his arms around her, hooking one hand on her back and the other under her knees. There’s no way in hell she’s capable of walking—not like this, and in all honesty, he would much rather hold her now than leave her side for another second.

It’s when Y/n is being held so close to him again that the aching in her chest seems to almost vanish completely. And although there is still a weight on top of her lungs, and still a slight uncomfortableness in her heart, she’s finally able to breathe again.

“I’m gonna make this all better, okay? I promise you, gonna fix you.” He mumbles with his lips against her hairline, making sure to keep rubbing the back of her neck softly.

It’s a promise he intends on keeping—a promise he never plans on breaking again. He could never live with himself if he were to keep putting her through all of this pain. She’s the most undeserving person—he knows that—and he knows she’s too pure to go through all that she’s been through the past couple of months.

The car ride is completely silent, only Y/n’s cries and small sniffles filling the empty space. Although she still isn’t completely calm, she’s improved so much since he first came to pick her up and it is able to keep his mind at ease. At least while he drives.

And he doesn’t miss her hand sneaking over the console to intertwine her fingers with his. He doesn’t expect it but he also doesn’t mind it. If anything, it makes him feel better just as much as it does her.

When they pull up to the driveway of their once shared house, every bit of composure she’s withheld in her body is breaking down by the second. Her strength is wearing thin, and knowing she’ll be reuniting in the house where Y/n and Harry once had everything makes her more afraid than ever.

Harry notices her sudden shift in mood and doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle himself from his seat and walk around the car to where her exhausted figure is sobbing, slumped against the passenger seat. He sighs meekly before unbuckling her, as well, and lifting her against him the way he had before.

“Hey there, s’alright, I’m here. We’ll work this out, but you need to sleep first, yeah? Looking very pale and I know you well enough to see you’ve been lacking sleep.”

Although they both know Y/n isn’t going to respond, she wants to continue listening to him speak. It’s something she hasn’t heard in so long, and she wouldn’t even care if he was talking about the goddamn weather, she just wants to hear him again.

He keeps talking, too, because he notices the effects of his voice on her anxiety and how the muscles in her body relax under his words. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s okay again, even if it means having a one-sided conversation.

“You know how you are, too—grumpy and sensitive when you’re tired. Almost take my head off if you don’t get more than seven hours. Remember that one time at my mum’s Christmas dinner party? Barely slept the night before from wrapping so many gifts that you genuinely got upset with me for not knowing your favorite alcoholic beverage.” He chuckles softly. “Funny lil thing.“

Through the nonstop crying and the frown that hasn’t left Y/n’s lips in what feels like an eternity, the first smile stretches from her lips. It’s the smallest closed mouth smile he’s ever seen, but it’s there, and it’s the most genuine feeling of happiness she’s had in so long.

When Harry unlocks the door, he wastes no time making his way over to their couch. He knows very well that she wouldn’t want to sleep on their bed, considering she’s well aware of what he did with Jessica on that bed and he wants no reason to upset her any further.

He sets her down in front of the couch, petting the top of her head softly before gathering a blanket and a pillow for her to sleep on.

He sets it up like a bed, almost, before turning to leave so that she can have her privacy. He doesn’t think she’d want to sleep with him, so he decides to sleep in the guest bedroom since he knows she’d always pick the living room couch over that room.

But before he gets too far, Y/n weakly captures his fingers in hers, pulling him back towards her.

His head snaps down to her finger, noticing the rose ring being worn beautifully on her middle finger. He almost chokes when he sees it on her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in half confusion and half in awe.

“Please,” she whimpers, “stay.”

He snaps out of his trance at her words, slowly nodding his head as a small “of course” falls from his lips.

He lays comfortably on the couch, looking up at her when he finds a position where she can lay beside him.

“If you want you can take the—alright” he huffs.

His eyes narrow as he watches her lay on top of him—fully on top of him; her cheek nesting right where his shoulder meets his neck as her arms slither around his sides until her hands meet under his back. Her legs tangle perfectly in between his, and in any other circumstance, this probably wouldn’t have been an ideal sleeping position for the either of them. But Y/n is exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she feels this is the only position she can sleep.

Harry doesn’t mind, and easily ignores the subtle uncomfortableness in his back as he wraps his arms securely around her frame.

Although Y/n is already fast asleep on top of it, he’s unsure how he can close his eyes for longer than a blink. This could be the last chance he has to be with her in this way. He’s unsure what tomorrow holds for the both of them and their relationship—it could end entirely or create an entirely new beginning.

With the possibilities almost endless against their favor, he doesn’t want to miss a second of what could be the last of her in his life. So, he embraces the feeling of her tight hold, the little puddle of drool on the shoulder of his t-shirt, and the tickle on his chin from her loose strands of hair, because this could be the last time he feels all of that.

But he also can’t help but feel that small bit of hope still latching onto him. That somewhere—deep down—he knows they belong to each other for the rest of their lives. And that, maybe, if the universe decides that their relationship should end tomorrow, he knows destiny will find a way for the both of them again.

So, he holds her a little tighter, breathes her in a little harsher, and soaks up all the extra warmth in her body, and prays that everything will be okay.

Tentacle Boyfriend

I got a lot of requests for a tentacle story, which is one I’ve be wanting to do! Thank you anons! Keep requesting!

   Your cousin came for a visit and gave you a strange potted plant as a gift. She claimed it was a small succulent but you had never seen anything like it before. It came out like thick leaves that formed tightly together into a long cone, going from green to a soft pink color. Your cousin simply told you to keep it watered and sometimes give it sugar water.

   You did so, watering it when the soil got dry and once a week you would use the sugar water on it. You weren’t sure how well you could keep it alive, you had never been a plant person. You had tried keeping herbs gardens and even house plants, but that always ended in tragedy. You had even tried planting wildflower seeds and as it did was result in a bald patch in your yard.

   You were intent on keeping this little plant alive. You did everything the old ladies at the garden shop told you to do, you even talked and sang to the little plant. You kept it on a clear spot on your windowsill and even switched out the pot for it when you were worried it was getting too small.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

Huntress

I really like the feel that the last story had, with a bit of a horror, So I’m going to do another along those lines.

“What do you mean it escaped? Where is it?” The administrator’s throat frill twitched in irritation.
“We don’t know. It managed to slip out of its containment cell somehow, we don’t know how.” Slurn’s color paled in submission.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about this thing you were supposed to be studying. Why isn’t it showing up on life scans?”
“By all rights its should be. It did when it was in containment.”
“Can it cloak itself somehow?”
“It never showed that ability before. We have workers combing the ship. From what we have seen of the settlement the specimen was taken from, humans are classified as non aggressive omnivore agrarians. So its probably scared and hidden itself somewhere sensors are just not catching it. Maybe a cabinet or under some heavy equipment.
“Its visual system appeared to be predatory.”
“It appears to have descended from a more predatory species, but has lost basically all other traits. Vestigial claws, reduced dentation. It’s probably terrified somewhere.” Slurn’s color returned with his confidence. “It’s just a matter of time.”

Ranken was irritated. He was probably going to get a reprimand for this creepy pink thing pulling this nonsense. He grunted as he lifted himself from the floor of the storage bay. It wasn’t under this land craft. He pressed the activation button on his communicator with a clawed thumb. “Service bay 17 is clear.” Something shifted behind him. He turned quickly, but saw nothing. A tool clattered to the ground somewhere in the room. Guarded, he began to lift the communicator to his snout, but didn’t manage to activate it before the storage rack beside him suddenly lurched away from the wall, raining heavy parts and containers down upon him before collapsing itself to pin him to the floor. Dazed, he could see the human scampering quickly over the debris. Its long dark skull growth hung low obscuring most of its face, but as it approached him he could see that it had bared its teeth at him, and held some twisted sharp piece of metal in its paw. He tried to free himself as it moved closer, brandishing the metal like a weapon. He couldn’t get enough leverage to move. It perched above him, and looked down with…pity? Was that what was gleaming in its eye? The metal pressed into him firmly and not nearly quickly enough to be called merciful. As his vision blurred and darkened, he watched as it slipped silently back into the shadows.

“Dead?” The administrator reddened in surprise
“The search teams found him under a parts rack that collapsed. We’re guessing he knocked it over on himself while looking for the human. Something impaled him, and tore itself free as it fell. He ended quickly.” Slurn was disappointed to have to give this news on top of everything else that happened that day. The reports back to homeworld were going to be a headache.
“Do you think the human had something to do with it?”
“The creature is a non aggressive primary herbivore, it only has a flight instinct… No fight.”
Slurn was interrupted by a terrified voice whispering over the comm channel. “The human is here.”
“Talik did you catch it?” The administrator replied.
Talik responded, “No sir.” His voice wavered with fear. “It killed Fen and disappeared.”
The administrator balked, “What do you mean it killed Fen?”
The returning voice was a jumbled gush of panicked words, “It came out of nowhere… Just.. Dropped from somewhere.. And it was screeching and blood… Blood was everywhere… And it.. Fen fell down… And it rolled off..and I can’t find it. Its somewhere in here… I don’t know where..”
“Where are you?”

“Engineering… Under my workstation.”


“Under your…” The administrator cut off. “Get out from under there and catch the damn thing. Its soft and half your size.”
“But.. Fen sir.. It took his.. Oh egg.” The comm went dead.
“Talik… Talik…” He started to yell into the com receiver, but there was no answer.
“You don’t think…” Slurn gulped as the comm clicked. A bubbling kind of bark came from the com. A maddening jibberish of sound, followed by some kind of crooning. “That’s the human.” Slurn said, “I’ve heard it bark like that before.”
“What does it mean? Can it be translated? You said it has a language.”
“We were still piecing it together.” He began to tap at his personal device, activating a translation program. “ The first part was called a laugh… Usually reserved for merriment or to relieve social tension.”
“So its nervous?”
“Maybe.” The device chirped, and began to attempt to turn the creatures sounds into real language. It seemed to be speaking in a melodious way.. Sing songing.
“I’m coming to get you… I’m going to get you all… one by little one. You can run, you can hide.. But I’m going to find you.” More laughter followed.”
“Is it…?” The administrator found himself gulping this time.
“I think its… Hunting us sir.”
The com chirped again, “Goodnight, rectums.” said the human, just as the ships main power went offline.
They looked at each other in disbelief in the ruddy glow of the emergency lighting system.
“Egg.” They said in near perfect unison.


Main life support had been off for hours, and the ship had gotten cold… Very cold. Slurn’s legs were getting cramped in the small cabinet he found himself hiding. He had been there since the administrator had died. They thought they had been hunting the human, tracking movements and anomalies on the ship’s scans. The human seemed capable of moving from one place to another without traversing the space between. Perhaps that was how it had escaped in the first place. Slurn was about to mention this thought to the administrator, was leaning around a corner when he suddenly made a gurgling noise, dropped the single rifle they had found, and fell. Slurn looked down in surprise to see that the adminitrator’s face had been cleaved open. The human slowly came around the corner. A heavy sharp blade fashioned crudely from some piece of scrap from the ship was clutched in its forepaw. Its naked body was slicked with gore from its kills. The admin twitched, drawing both the attention of, and a fresh screech from, the human as it brought the weapon down into the administrators body once more. Slurn took the opportuinity and managed to grab the rifle from the floor. Fumbling with fear, as the human worked the blade from the body with a wet slurping sound, he fired it and cleanly missed. The human turned, narrowing its eyes at him as it bared its teeth. Its long head growths hung heavy and wet with the blood of his comrades. It started to come toward him, taking long fearless strides, and raising its weapon. Slurn managed to cycle and fire the rifle again, this time the energy pulse struck the human just above the heavy bulge of its right mammary gland. It fell back, clutching the wound. Slurn’s hearts leapt for a moment. It bent low, and paused. Had he managed to defeat the beast? Just as any creature Slurn knew would have been collapsing to the floor in shock from the wound, the human instead turned its face to him again. The look on its face communicated a message of murderous rage, recognizable to any species. Slurn froze for a moment as it screeched even louder at him than he had ever heard it screech before, and bolted at him almost faster than he could register. Slurn was suddenly , blindly, fleeing. The high pitched keening he heard, a sound not unlike the sound a new hatchling made to cry for its mother, he realized was coming from his own throat. He scrambled as fast as his feet could carry him, claws digging into the deck plating. Now he was in his bedchamber, hiding in the small dark space behind a rack of his own clothing, as he had when he was a frighten child. The human had started its taunting call again, that sing songy sound, as it moved slowly closer. Slurn drew and held his breath as the door to his chamber opened. It called into the room. Slurn’s hearts pounded… Part of him was sure it could be heard by the thing following him, but he found… He couldn’t hear it. Was it in the room with him? Did it move on? There was no way to tell. His lung burned, reminding him that he hadn’t breathed yet. He let his breath out in a single heavy puff. The Human laughed again… Inches from the door to the cabinet. Slurn’s muscles completely locked up in terror and exhaustion as the human slowly opened the door. The whites of its teeth and eyes bright in the dim room. The world faded away as he mercifully passed out from fear… The last sound he heard was the human quietly and breathily barking her single sound at him.

“Gotcha.”

Humans are terrifying.

Art:Catalyst” by @murrchow/ @minmeiz
Fic: “Fireflight” by @the-flame-and-hawks-eye

I’m so hONORED TO BE WORKING ALONGSIDE MIN THIS YEAR GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. We wanted to spin in a little angst and young!Royai for this collaboration after we thought, ‘Why can’t fire be a catalyst?’ And thus this magnificent piece of art (and this fic) was born!!!


Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort - Ian Somerhalder


Riza wasn’t sure what to make of her father’s newest apprentice. Since his arrival he had kept to himself, for the most part, working diligently on whatever tasks her father gave him. She had thought it a good thing – it kept him out of her hair.

His other protégés had focused less on the work her father had given them and instead tried to build relationships with them. While she understood to some degree where they were coming from, they failed to realize that they were essentially there to learn alchemy. He, on the other hand, did try to make small talk to lessen the awkward silences that would sometimes stretch between the three of them when they were together, though it was not to the embarrassing degree that the others did.

So she found it unusual when he sat down next to her while she was sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace. She stopped herself from looking utterly surprised, waiting a few moments before she looked up from her book to shoot him a questioning look.

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Magic, Shance Fluff Week Prompt 6

June 9th: Magic/Tech

“A wizard, Pidge! One of the most powerful the country has ever seen!!! And he constantly stops by my shop! He always buys the ice crystal jars I make, and he’s so polite and sweet and I have a huge crush and I don’t know what to do!” A man in a blue and white apron wailed, sitting at the edge of a pond, a forest nymph patting his back sympathetically.

Pidge fluttered her wings and laughed at her distressed water mage friend, amused by the human male’s crush on a fellow magic user. “Honestly Lance, you humans are kinda hopeless at courting sometimes. If you like him, just tell him! It’s really quite simple.” She offered, only for the water mage to shake his head sadly.

“Pidge, I told you, he’s the Champion. Princess Allura’s most powerful wizard, able to bend the sky itself. And I’m… just a simple water user. My special skill is making glass things out of unmeltable ice or making shapes out of liquids.” Lance murmured, blue eyes dark with sorrow as he lifted his hand and pulled some of the pond water towards him, shifting its shape to resemble the man he so desperately loved from afar.

Pidge hummed quietly and then looked up at the sky. “Hey, it’s almost time for the summer festival to start. Are you going to go?” She asked, moving to stand in front of him with a raised eyebrow.

Lance chuckled and merely pocketed the pond water in his canteen for later. “Nah, I’ve got more stuff to make. Hunk needs an ice sculpture case for a cake he’s delivering to the Castle. Something about keeping it chilled so the frosting won’t melt in this heat or whatever. A delivery for the Castle needs an extra special ice case, since it’s a cake for the Princess.” He explained, getting to his feet and dusting off his pants.

Pidge lit up. “Hey, I’ve never seen you make an ice case before, can I come watch? Please?” The forest nymph begged, tugging at the taller man’s jacket.

Lance ruffled her hair. “Sure thing, Pigeon! Come on, if we hurry we can get there before noon rush.” Pidge jumped in joy and grabbed the water mage by the arm, tugging him along to his shop.

A few hours later, the young nymph was watching in fascination as Lance skillfully weaved water in a crisscross motion over the cake that had been delivered only the hour before, golden brown eyes wide as he held the water in place, hands sparking with blue magic that steadily grew lighter in color as the water began to freeze.

Neither noticed the doorbell jingle, nor the purple and black robed wizard that stepped into the shop. Lance stuck his tongue out a bit, concentrated on the weaving pattern that whirled around the three tiered cake, sweating only slightly as the water began to freeze.

The newcomer stayed silent, wide eyed, and shyly ducked behind a shelf to keep watching. Lance froze the entire case, a beautiful latticework that sparkled in white and blue.

“Right, one half down, one half to go.” Lance sighed, Pidge jumping onto the counter to circle the cake, tracing the patterned ice with a shiver and a smile.

Lance shooed the little nymph off of the table. “Pidge! It’s not done yet! Hunk said someone from the Castle will be here to pick up the cake soon, I need this finished before they get here!” He scolded, turning back to summon more purified spring water from his stores.

He turned back to the cake and swirled the liquid through the latticework, curving the water to cover the exposed gaps in beautiful ice flowers that resembled juniberries, the favorite flower of the Princess. He clapped his hands and froze everything together in a shower of gorgeous blue sparks, finished.

He jerked away from the cake when he heard a soft gasp that was definitely not from Pidge. He looked up, startled, to see the very wizard he had been crushing on watching him from next to a shelf full of summer potion bottles. Pidge observed with fascination as both men turned bright red, giggling.

“Uh, hello again. I was, well, sent to pick up the ice coated cake for the Princess?” The Champion asked, stepping out from behind the shelf, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Lance gaped until Pidge leaned over to gently shut his mouth, snapping him from his funk. “Oh! Well, you’re just in time, I just finished sealing it up…” the water mage stammered, face still red.

The Champion moved forward, smiling. “Thank you. The Princess appreciates your work, and frankly so do I. It’s beautiful!” He praised, silver eyes not exactly focused on the cake.

Pidge smirked as Lance flushed an even deeper red. “Ah, you’re welcome, uh, I mean thanks, I mean, umm, I’m glad you like it?” The water mage stammered, flustered.

“Hi, I’m Pidge. Nice to meet you, Champion!” The nymph decided to, and she was totally going to tell Hunk about this later, break the ice herself and held out a hand in greeting.

The Champion smiled and shook her hand with his human arm, mindful of the iron and steel prosthetic as some metals could hurt Fae and Nymphs like her. “Please, call me Shiro. It’s nice to meet you too, Pidge.”

Pidge nodded and nudged Lance. “This here is Lance, though I’m sure you know him already. I’ve heard a lot about- Mmph!” She was cut off by Lance’s hand over her mouth.

“Pidge!!! That’s a secret! Shush!” The water user hissed, face such a red color that even a fire mage wouldn’t be able to replicate it.

Shiro laughed at the strange duo, amused. “You two must be quite close, are you going to the festival together?” He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy and damn it if it wasn’t the cutest thing Lance had ever seen.

Pidge tugged Lance’s hand away and shook her head. “Nah, we’ve only been friends for a few years. As for the festival, I’m taking my brother while my icy pal here has nobody to go with, poor seedling.” She cooed, patting Lance on the head as if he were a petulant child.

Lance pouted and batted her hand away. “It’s fine! Not like I wanted to go anyways…” He muttered, sulking.

Shiro seemed to perk up at that. “Well, if you’d like, after I drop this off at the Castle… I could take you? I happen to have nobody to go with either.” He explained brightly, watching Lance practically sparkle in excitement.

“Really?! You’d do that?” Lance asked hopefully, grin widening as Shiro nodded with a fond smile.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so?” He asked, and Lance shook his head up and down rapidly, thrilled.

“Of course! See you then!” The water mage beamed, Shiro grinning in return as he easily levitated the cake with a wind spell.

“It’s a date then!” The Champion called as he exited the shop, unknowingly leaving behind a shell shocked Lance and a gleeful forest nymph.

Pidge pressed a hand over her mouth, a proud smirk easily spreading across her face. “Did he just ask you out?” She prompted, elbowing her stunned human friend. Lance opened and closed his mouth a few times, still processing the information.

“Oh my gods. He just- He said- a date?!? With him?!? Pidge! I just got asked out! To the Festival! By the Champion himself!” Lance screeched, hands flying up to dig into his scalp in astonishment.

“Yes, you did. Now, shouldn’t you get changed into something more appropriate for a date?” Pidge asked, struggling to hold in her laughter as the human shrieked in panic and immediately looked himself over, eyes wide.

“Oh my gods! Pidge! You’ve gotta help me out here!!!” The water mage yelped, grabbing Pidge by the arm and yanking her upstairs to the living area of the shop, the nymph rolling her eyes in exasperation as the human practically tore through his wardrobe.

Meanwhile, at the Castle, after dropping off the cake to the kitchens, Shiro practically burst into his workshop, both his brother and the Princess already there to talk about fireworks for the festival.

“KEITH, ALLURA, HELP I JUST ASKED OUT THE CUTE GUY WHO RUNS THE ICE BOTTLE SHOP TO GO TO THE FESTIVAL WITH ME!!!”

Keith glanced over at the Princess with a smug grin on his face. “You owe me 100 gold, I believe.” Shiro was too busy panicking to notice the exchange.

Allura sighed defeatedly. “Darn. I have to hand it to you and Pidge, you two really know how to plan these things.”

Keith smiled. “That girl has a terrifying mind, I’ll tell you that.”
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Don’t worry, the date went super smoothly thanks to Allura giving Shiro wardrobe advice and Pidge telling Lance to play it cool. They had a second date a week after ;3 I hope this turned out alright!
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THREE | RED | MASTERLIST

Summary: You moved to Derry when you were 12 years old, and, to your luck, the monster that haunted the town was nowhere to be seen. However, he had been able to get a glimpse of you–proceeding in taking the chance to sneak into your dreams for the next five years. Until he opens his eyes, yours would stay closed too. And only to crimson dreams.

A/N: Feedback appreciated!

Words: 3.4 K +

Warning: Violence?


You sat in your bed, your focus blurry and your eyes heavy from the sleep that still lingered. Having gotten up and scrambled to make sure the map was still safely hidden in your nightstand, a part of you hoped it hadn’t been real. That you wouldn’t see any balloons, nor have any more dreams. But nevertheless, they persisted. After taking the crinkling paper between your fingertips, you then began to stare intently at the lines that led through the town. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi, regarding that last anon you got: it actually comes from a popular radfem post, how we women are at the mercy of men and can't do anything to protect ourselves but cry and scream *snorts* I'm assuming anon c&p it from the original blog. This is what radfems usually pass as "self defense advice" on this site.

We knew the anon was submitting bait before I answered the question, but thanks for letting me know where it came from. Sadly, that’s a sexist opinion I’ve seen expressed elsewhere, even in the bowls of the martial arts community. For every made up experience, there’s a chance of a real one happening somewhere else. All they did was give me a chance to once again talk about self-defense and debunk sexist attitudes often taken as fact.

Since the post has garnered over 700 notes at this point, I’d say it was worth it and I’m glad my answer resonated with so many people.

It saddens me (though doesn’t surprise me) that this attitude is pushed by women, especially ones who claim to be feminists and straight up weird for someone claiming to be part of the radical feminist strand. They sound like the same group they’re railing against, reinforcing damaging gender stereotypes and societal roles, and telling women they’re helpless.

One of the main reasons I started this blog, oh so many eons ago, was to help debunk the sexism that surrounds the combat arts (more so in fiction than in real life) and use my experiences growing up in martial arts help other young women stretch outside the narrow framework provided for female action heroes. Though the internet has made information on martial arts more readily available than ever before, I know finding easily accessible information on combat is difficult and the best of it is often not designed for neophytes much less someone with no experience in the community. Writers need to understand concepts more than they need a grasp of the technical knowledge, and understanding concepts can be a launch pad into the real thing.

Whether its the written word or visual mediums, entertainment media has the ability to change cultural attitudes. Storytelling are part of the way we communicate and understand the world, both ourselves as individual cultures, express our beliefs, and what we hope to be. Its why representation is important. The more diverse our options, then the more options we have to find ourselves in a world where we don’t always feel like we fit.

There are plenty of qualities defined as “masculine” which aren’t limited to men at all, and reasons why male action heroes resonate deeply with the audience when female heroes don’t which has everything to with story structure but mistaken for gender. Instead of it being treated as a problem with the way stories are told about action girls, it’s mistaken for “well, girls can’t do it.”

That feeds back into real life and into the cycle of abuse. A cycle that is taught, conditioned by society, but treated as “natural”. So when the unthinkable happens, when we create a situation where its inevitable, we blame nature.

Culturally devised “not for you” is a powerful disincentive. It’s more a mental block that exists in our own minds, rather than one which exists in the real world. Learning to climb over the hurdle and lay claim to those parts of ourselves, the ones we feel we’re not supposed to have or out of reach, is by itself groundbreaking. For ourselves, if for anyone else.

We all have the power inside us to lift our chins, look disaster in the eye, and say, “Not me! Not today!”

It might take going out to learn, it might take some encouragement, and time, but there are so many options available if we look for them. It saddens me some radfems on this site are actively promoting the victim narrative and actively discouraging young women from seeking out alternative options, ones which will ultimately empower them.

It’s true that none of us can control the choices others make, even if it’s to harm us. However, we do have power over ourselves. We’re not cast adrift nor left at the mercy of the waves, waiting for someone else to save us. We can’t control if disaster will happen, but we can choose to ready ourselves for it should it come.

Cheesy as it sounds, chasing what we believe is possible will work its way into fact. That’s how humans work. People break through the impossible all the time.

Finding that representation in fiction, imagining it for ourselves as we write it, all of that can make its way back around to seeking those same confident feelings out in the life beyond our imaginations. Dreams often have a way of becoming reality, which really is awesome when you think about it.

The answer should never be, “not me”. It should be, “well, why not me?”

-Michi

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The Slide-Rock Bolter is a fearsome critter that is said to live in the mountains of Colorado. However, the creature was quite picky with where it lived and preferred mountains with a 45 degree angle or steeper. Its tail was said to have grasping hooks on the two ends of the divided flipper. “It has an immense head, with small eyes, and a mouth somewhat on the order of a sculpin, running back beyond its ears.” This fearsome critter stays motionless for days as it watches the terrain below for tourists that happen upon the area. When it happens to spot a good target, the beast will lift its tail and unlatch itself from the mountain. Grease falls from its mouth like drool to speed it up going down the mountain to gulp down its prey. It scoops up the prey and continues to another slope, where it latches its tail once more and waits for its next victims. The Slide-Rock Bolter’s body is reportedly so big and powerful, it knocks down trees as it slides.

  • Jack finds a stray dog one day sheltering under the same closed storefront as he is from the rain so he sits and talks to it 
  • “So youse an orphan too, huh? Sucks to be alone don’t it, bud.”
  • When the rain’s stopped the little puppy follows him on his way back to the lodging house and he’s not mad about the company so he lets it
  • It follows him up the fire escape steps and he’s like ??? how far up are you going to come? but it gets all the way to the top and can’t quite get over the ledge onto the roof itself so just sits there whining until Jack takes pity on it and lifts it over
  • It falls asleep with its chin on his knee
  • The next day it comes to Newsies Square with him, and then out selling. Whenever it wandered off Jack would get sad and assume it was gone for good but then it would come find him again after an hour or two
  • The newsies conspire to sneak it into the lodging house the next night and it sleeps at the foot of Jack’s bed
  • He calls it Sandstorm because, hey, now there’s one of those in New York too so really it’s not that different from Santa Fe after all
  • The first time Davey meets Sandstorm he tries to explain to Jack that it is a very big dog and Jack’s like ‘Dave it’s tiny, I could carry it around in one hand’, but the puppy has massive paws and Davey’s right (obviously) and it grows into a really big mongrel dog
  • It eats a lot but it’s also really cute so it helps Jack sell more papers and more than pays for itself
Take my whole life too

In the process, he learns a few things. First, the pup is most certainly a girl. Second, she’s a lovely golden color beneath the muck. Third, once she is clean and dry and fed and curled in front of the fire, snoring quietly, Vax can’t bring himself to leave her. Never let it be said Vex is the only twin with a soft spot for strays.

the working title for this was “vax adopts a dog” which is really all you need to know. vaxleth, 2.2K. title from “can’t help falling in love”

He finds the poor thing huddled under the eaves of the inn where he’s staying, comes back late in the dripping, seeping cold and only just notices the shifting shadows out of the corner of his eye. It’s a testament to the long hours he’s spent following his Lady’s mark that his first thought is to draw his dagger and slip towards the disturbance, silent as a wraith, until he gets close enough to make out––

Well, no dark being of undeath, anyways.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmurs, sheathing the dagger and paying no mind to how very much like Vex’ahlia he sounds as he crouches. “Oh, you poor poor thing. C’mere, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mon, there’s a good boy.”

The pup shivers in the rain, caked with muck and whimpering pathetically. Vax waits patiently, hand outstretched as it slowly uncurls itself, damp nose stretching forward to bump against Vax’s hand.

“That’s a good boy,” he grins. “There you go. What d’you say we go inside, hmm?”

The pup whines as Vax carefully sets his hand beneath its midriff and lifts it up, cradling it against the damp leather of his armor (which is sure to stink to high heaven after this, but what’s new).

And so Vax and his newfound charge slip into the inn, and thunder cracks like gunfire and the pattering rain swells into the white noise of a steady downpour.

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One night

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So here’s your requested angsty Shawn, I hope you like it.
Please send in more requests.

LIKE SERIOUSLY GUYS TALK TO ME. REQUEST ME. I LOVE TALKING. IM NOT SCARY.


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“Do you have to go?”

You glanced back at shawn, who was lying on your bed, watching you with those smouldering eyes.

“Im just saying yanno, you always say how we don’t spend enough time together and then you just leave?”

You sigh and turn back to the mirror. “Shawn don’t try to pin this on me. You know ive had this planned for weeks.” Making a small adjustment to your dress you wander out of your bedroom and across the landing to the bathroom.

You hear the bed squeak as shawn adjusts himself and you assume he is getting up to follow you. You reach over the sink to search for your makeup bag and begin applying a light layer of concealer to the underside of your eyes to cover the light circles forming there.

The two of you had been having this discussion on and off since last night and the effects where beginning to show. You were just so sick of it, of everything. Everyone else had their boyfriend around 24/7 but you didn’t. Of course you didn’t blame shawn for that. It was his job, and you knew that it would be like this, you signed up for it, assuring yourself that it didn’t really matter as long as you loved each other.

You caught sight of shawn in the corner of the mirror, leaning casually against the door frame, watching you yet again. He seemed more solid than yesterday, as though he was physically planting himself in front of you to prevent you leaving. You knew he wouldn’t do that, he had always respected your space, but it annoyed you.

You took in a deep breath, “look Shawn, I know its not ideal, but these guys have really been here for me-“

“you mean like I haven’t?”

You checked his profile in the mirror, his jaw was clenched and somehow his arms, that had been hung loosely were now crossed tightly across his chest. Exhaling deeply you replied “That’s not what I said and you know it.”

“But it is what you meant, isn’t it?” he muttered.

You turned around. “no shawn, its not.”

He laughed at you derisively, “of course it is, your doing this to punish me.”

You whirled round in shock.

“What” he asked defensively.

“Are you fucking kidding me shawn?” tears pooling behind your eyes, you shook your head lightly. “That’s completely out of order!”

“No its not, you’ve decided that since im away for months you can just replace me with anyone who will you give you attention.” You watch his eyes flit to yours, waiting for a reaction, but you refuse to give him one. You refuse to let him spoil this night for you.

“I know its unfortunate timing” you begin but he doesn’t let you finish.

He makes use of his large frame and lifts himself off the door jamb, his hair almost brushing to top of the doorway, before continuing his rant, “Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got another bloke on the go.”

You turn your back on him and quickly swipe a stray tear that had released itself. You reach back into your makeup bag and take out an eyeshadow. Just as your about to apply the powder to the brush its thrown out of your hands. “Will you just stop doing your makeup for one fucking minute?!”

“Fuck off shawn.” You snarl at him stretching to retrieve the container from the sink where it had fallen. However his long arm reaches the container faster and removes it from your grasp.

“Not until you talk to me.” You make a grab for the powder but he quickly hides it behind his back.

Annoyed you push off the sink and leave the room, you hear his footsteps padding along softly behind you. “Where are you going?”

“To get my shoes” you state simply.

He follows you through to the bedroom, “im sorry, I shouldn’t of said that thing about the cheating-“

“No you shouldn’t.” you snap at him, pushing past him as you head back to the bathroom.

“I just, I know its selfish, but I want you to myself? You can see your friends any time.”

“That’s not the point” you murmur at him. Rummaging back through your makeup bag.

“Then what is the point? The way I see it your choosing your friends over me.” He sighs, reaching for you.

You brush him off impatiently, “You mean like you choose your job over me?”

“That’s not fair-“

You cut him off. “No, you know whats not fair? You. You don’t get to pick and choose when I hang out with my friends. I know the timing sucks but I don’t think its too much to ask to be able to go out with my friends.”

“Well I don’t think its too much to ask to spend one night with my girlfriend.” He shouts back with barely contained anger.

“Exactly, one night.” You reply, voice dripping with contempt. “Its one night. Its always only one night. Your gone all the time, and that sucks, its like im dating the invisible man. You’re never here.”

“Its times like this im glad im not here.”

“Its times like this I wish I was still single.” You retort.

You watch as his features crumple, and reach forward to soothe him. Or at least you try to but he moves away from you. As quickly as the vulnerability came through it disappears.

“I cant believe this.” He whispers. “ I cant believe your using my job as an excuse.”

“I cant believe your using my friends as an excuse!” you cry, moments away from breaking down.

“Had you ever thought,” he replies, glaring scathingly at you “that maybe, just maybe I wanted to spend time with my girlfriend?” your heart melts at his words, and a part of you almost gives in.

“You put so much effort into your friends, maybe you should do the same for your boyfriend.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep my friends” you explode at him “You know, the people who are ACTUALLY AROUND UNLIKE YOU”

He stares at you in shock as a few tears roll down your cheeks, hot and heavy.

“I came back for you.”

“maybe you never should have left in the first place” you mutter swiping furiously at your cheeks.

“this wasn’t supposed to be so hard” he sighs, running a hand through his knotted hair. “This isn’t fair on you anymore maybe we should just-“

“Don’t you dare. You do not get to that. You don’t get to ditch me over the fact that your not here. Ive learned to deal with it. Im sure you can manage one night.” You watch as he sits on the rim of the bath. “I mean it shawn, stop making me out to be the bad guy.”

He blinks at you as you reach down to tie your shoe. You struggle to tie the straps as your vision is blurred with help back tears but you refuse to give in.

“y/n… please just don’t go” He whispers.

You continue to struggle with your shoes, “Who do you think you are? Its one fucking night shawn. Cant I have one night?”

“You can every night from now on.”

You glance up at him to check if he was being serious, upon seeing his emotionless face your hands begin to tremble and you collapse onto the floor in a heap. “Its just one night” you murmur.

Shawn watches you struggle for a moment before shifting onto the floor. He pulls your leg towards him and wordlessly begins to tie your shoe delicately. “You didn’t even tell me you were coming…” reaching out you tilt his face towards you to meet his eyes. “You know I would have planned it differently otherwise”

You needed him to know, he had to understand that as much as you loved him he wasn’t in control of your life. But damn did you love him.

“Its not one about the goddamn dinner y/n. Why don’t you get that?” he begs you to understand.

“Then what is it about shawn?” you ask tiredly.

“we never get to spend time together.”

“I know.”

He sighs, holding your ankle in his lap, “What are we gonna do?”

You stare at the ground for a few moments before speaking. “I don’t know shawn… I really don’t. But you know I love you right?”

He nods at you, reaching for the other foot.

“Wow,” you joke, poking him in the cheek “no I love you back?”

He meets your eye and stands up, dropping both your feet out of his lap. You stare at him in confusion, why hasn’t he said it back? Your gaze never leaves him as he stretches, body rippling.

“Shawn?” you whisper timidly.

He grabs onto your hand and pulls you up in front of him, quickly kissing the top of your forehead. “I love you too.”

You release a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck for a hug. A small cry escapes your lips as he swoops your feet off the ground and carries you down the stairs.

Gently he sets you back down onto your feet.

“Go and have fun with your friends, ill be here when you get back”

All We Need

This is just a short little oneshot about Ohmwrecker, Ryan, and his dog, Buddy, based off of an amazing art piece that @king-draws recently posted. (sorry I can’t link the piece. I’m on moblie right now)
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10 weeks ago, his dad got remarried.
9 weeks ago, Ryan moved in with his mom.
8 weeks ago, he turned eighteen.
7 weeks ago, his first job application went out.
6 weeks ago, his mom got remarried.
5 weeks ago, both of his parents had kicked him out.
4 weeks ago, he stopped driving his car to potential jobs to save on money.
3 weeks ago, he started asking for spare change on the side of the street.
2 weeks ago, he had gotten a minimum wage job offer.
1 week ago, Ryan was still living on the streets alone.

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Swoll To Swell

           Craig forced himself into the gym five times a week, two hours each trip. It wasn’t something he liked to do, and definitely not something that got him excited, but seeing the looks the bigger members of his family got, he vowed to never be like them.

           Don’t get me wrong (my name is Henry and I’m your narrator tonight), he loved his family dearly. He was very family devoted and was there for his family no matter what, but it was hard for him to see the public treat them so unfairly. He saw people in parking lots laugh and point at his father when he tried to squeeze himself into Craig’s tiny car. His cousins were bullied in their middle school for their weight. The lowest point was when he found out that his aunt and uncle, as sweet and compassionate they were, had been turned into a meme about elephants grazing in the wild, when all they were doing was getting food at the buffest. From then on, no matter how much he liked food and hated the gym, he decided he would never know what it meant to be fat.

           All of this he told James, the trainer at 24 Hour Cardio. He had known James for a few years now, and had remained friends even when they couldn’t make a relationship work. James was dedicated to working out and loved it, and man did it show. The man had pecs and abs that could’ve and probably were chiseled in ancient Venice. His chest had a dark field of chest hair with wide pink nipples poking out. His back was broad and his predominant ass stuck out of any and all pants they were concealed in. He was a god, for all intensive purposes. And did he still love Craig, thought Craig wouldn’t know it for a few weeks.

           Also, unknown to Craig, James didn’t love him at his current size. That would also change within a few weeks.

           Craig was thin, with some slight meat on his bones. For someone who was six foot two, he looked how a man that tall should look. Forcing himself to do pushups and weights the past few months had definitely defined his chest and arms, but no number of crunches and core exercises could make his tiny amount of belly fat to go away. This was where James’ expertise would come in handy, but not in the way Craig would expect.

           “You need to start talking SomeExtra,” James told him while spotting for Craig. “It is high in protein, but burns what you eat for a few hours. It is a great metabolism booster, while helping you get some gains too.”

           Craig grunted as he pushed the barbell back into place. “But I don’t want gains. I want loses.”

           “Dude, trust me. You want to define that chest a little more and make those arms swoll. Plus, the crunches will tighten your core along with the protein, so you’ll lose your fat and tone that shit up.”

           Craig couldn’t deny that this sounded good. So, he agreed to start taking this protein shake.

           James handed him a small container of the powder. “Drink this with water tomorrow. Come to the gym and tell me how you feel.”

           Craig nodded and went home.

           The next morning, he mixed the powder with water and drank it. He licked his lips, tasting the thick chocolate solution, feeling it make its way to his stomach. Feeling hungry, he made himself a few eggs with toast. He was happy when he felt full after a few bites. This will really work, he thought to himself.

           He went to the gym happy that afternoon and worked out hard, pushing himself to his limits. Weird enough, he felt motivated and happy. James certainly saw it, for he could not stop smiling either. He enjoyed seeing Craig so happy.

           “Here is the rest of the container. But here’s the deal. You can’t take it every day. And you shouldn’t drink more than one a day. People have had some weird side effects if they overuse it.”

           “Yeah yeah, whatever man,” Craig said taking the container. He felt cocky. He knew with hard work and dedication, he could soon look like James and get all the guys he could want. Most of all, he would never feel the scrutiny that his family has felt over the years.

           Days passed and Craig never felt better. He only took three shakes a week, which meant he ate less those days, and continued with going to the gym. That was, until he got into a car crash which resulted in a serious neck injury that put him on light duty at work, and resulted in a break from the gym.

           Refusing to give into take out and fast food, he started making his own meals at home. When he started to run low on food, he turned to the shakes. Well, he thought to himself, if I drink a little more of the shakes, I’ll eat less. Therefore, I can save money and food by not eating so much.

           This was a BIG mistake for Craig.

           He began drinking the shakes every day in the morning, followed by his small breakfasts. Sometimes, he even had them before dinner, which resulted in leftovers for lunch the next day. All was well, until he noticed his hunger didn’t disappear after the shakes and a light meal. He had to eat more food to keep himself full. This didn’t worry him, until he noticed a small pouch of fat on his stomach.

           “James, something’s the matter. I need you to come over.”

           “Sure enough, James showed up at Craig’s apartment. James looked Craig over, seeing the few pounds Craig was now sporting in a tight fit muscle shirt.

           “That’s nothing to be worried about. I did warn you though about abusing the shakes.”

           “But three pounds in a few days? That’s nuts!”

           “Well, I do have something else you might like.” He reached into his bag and gave Craig another small container, this time with a white powder. “You’ll want to drink this, but eat a hefty meal afterwards. You’ll be able to go all day without eating again.”

           Craig eyed the powder cautiously. “And there’s no issues with this one?”

           “Well, none have been reported. But you’ll be fine. Here, drink this now and I’ll get you some food.”

           As James was out, Craig mixed the formula and drank. He felt the shake sink into his stomach and felt very optimistic that this time he would be satisfied. James came back with a whole feast in paper bags: two thick juicy burgers with all the toppings, a few beers, two containers of fries, and a triple scoop sundae.

           “Umm, that’s so unhealthy,” Craig said looking at the containers on his kitchen table. “The idea was to help me thin out and gain muscle, not get fat as fuck.”

           “Trust me. You’ll be fine,” James said with a smile.

           Trusting his friend, Craig dived in. He ate one burger without stopping, then added fries to the second one. After that was gone, he swallowed two beers without so much as a few breaths between, and attacked the third burger. Soon, the only thing that was left was the sundae. He placed his hand on his full, bloated tummy and almost gave up. That was, if James hadn’t raised the container of melted ice cream to his lips and helped him drink all three scoops of creamy melted ice cream. Craig sat back in his chair, defeated, rubbing his taught belly. He burped loud and James smiled. “How do you feel?”

           Craig looked at him. He was going to answer “Full,” but felt the weirdest sensation in his gut. As he looked down, his bloated belly seemed to disappear, sucking itself back into its usual flt self, with the extra pouch added to it. “What the fuck?” Craig asked, lifting his shirt up and poked his normal looking belly.”

           “Oh, it’s normal. The shake just burned through all that food like it was nothing. That’ll happen now. But you need to keep eating a lot after for it to work this way.”

           Craig, still looking a little mystified, was comforted when James added, “Here, let me stay with you for a few days. I’ll take time off work and I’ll help you when I can.”

           It was a match made in heaven as everyday was filled with a shake first thing in the morning, followed by food all day. Craig’s belly was put to the test as it was filled to near bursting for hours, but before bed, it would go back to how it was in the morning. He began to feel feelings for James that he didn’t know existed. It went so far that when James went out for food, he would rub out loads of cum thinking about having sex with his sexy friend.

           At night, when James was asleep, Craig would slip out and hit up the fast food restaurants in town, gorging on burgers and fried chicken. When James wasn’t around the house, he would sneak snack cakes and pie and big bowls of pudding. Why wouldn’t he? After all, it was all going to get burned anyway.

           Five weeks passed, and something felt different. He felt his stomach rumble all morning, as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

           James wasn’t too concerned. Instead, he gave Craig a third shake, this time strawberry.

           “What do I do after I drink this one?” Craig asked him.

           “Sit back and watch,” James said.

           As ominous as this was, Craig shrugged and drank the mixture. Instead of this shake being sweet and think, he felt as though he drank sour water. He gagged and felt a slow, but steady build up in his stomach. As his belly roared loudly and gurgled, he gripped his front as James walked him into the living room. There, it stopped. Not a sound was made from his belly.

           He sighed in relief, and smiled at his friend. That was, until he felt his shirt get a little tighter. He looked down and sure enough, his belly ballooned fifteen pounds. His gaze slowly rose to meet James. “What happened?”

           “Oh,” James said with a grin. “Well, let’s see. The second shake simply stored all the calories you ate every day. This shake just released them into your body. And since all you did was eat like a total pig for a few weeks, there’s no telling how much will actually be released.” Craig felt the urge to rush and punch James in the face, but then he felt himself planted to the spot. He looked down and felt a thick and slow sensation as his belly grew at a steady pace. It rounded itself out, in width and length away from his body. His shirt rose up past his navel as his belly expanded. His chest puffed out also, creating the perkiest of man tits. He felt his small nipples grow in diameter, moaning as they became for sensitive with every slow stretch. He ripped his shirt off and sent his fat jiggling.

           The fabric of his briefs got tighter as his legs and ass began to get thick also. He reached his hand to his butt and gave it a good squeeze, feeling the fat fill up the space where his small ass used to be. He got surprised when the feel of his fat ass began to get his cock hard. Not caring about James watching him expand and get hot off it, he reached to his front to relieve himself. But no matter how hard he reached, his hand could not reach his stiff cock. He began to feel disgruntled as James slowly, but without much ease, helped his widening frame sit on the couch.

           Without saying a word, James took the cock in his mouth and began to suck. Craig moaned in ecstasy as he felt this fat body with his hands, grabbing every roll and pinching his super sensitive nipples. He must have been three hundred pounds by now, but care was far from his mind. He loved the feel of fat, the power that came with it. Fuck being swoll, he was perfectly fine with swell. He looked down and couldn’t James’ head bobbing up and down due to his fat gut. What he did feel was a pleasure he would never find words for as he moaned and filled James (and his tight gut) with squirt upon squirt of warm cum.

           Once the cum stopped flowing and the fat stopped spreading, James found himself sweaty and totaling at three hundred fifty pounds. James stood up, his abdomen swollen with cum, smiling and hard as a rock.

           “I’m a little hungry,” Craig said between gasps. Without any other instruction, James mounted Craig’s face, and fucked a hardy load into his already fat gut.

           A few days later, Craig joined his family at the buffet. He never noticed the stares and laughs at him and his fat family. He finally felt happy and like he belonged. It doesn’t help that waiting for him was a hot muscled man, holding a shake in one hand in a bag of burgers in the other.

Rewritten, Chapter 11: Zelda’s Awakening

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“’It’s going to fire, and it’ll hit me, and then you run,’ he explained, casting her the briefest glance over his shoulder as the Guardian began to target him. He savoured looking at her, and tried to tell her, with his eyes, what he’d felt for so long. He had no time to tell her now. It was no use.”

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Choose Your Mistakes #33C

Part thirty-three round C, of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to let Mare go back.

Originally posted by mr-markiplier

“I’m not going to stop you,” you said sadly. You couldn’t force him to come with you, as much as you still thought it was the best option. He looked like he was really suffering now, the smoke writhing across his skin, his expression twisting into a grimace and his persistent tremor. You wanted to stick together, but Dark and Anti would be lurking down the elevator. Mare was the more likely of the three of you to make it on his own. After all, he’d survived this long.
“But we’re going to keep going,” you said, resting your hand gently on Malady’s arm. You turned back to the sphere. It really was captivating, beautiful and terrible all at once.

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Dynamic | pt. iii

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

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Scenario: Superhero AU
Pairing: Chen/Reader
Word Count: 2988
Rating: T (warning for language)

Summary: You’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought Dynamo for years. It’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. But what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

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Pushing the door open, you see that the coffeeshop is almost full. Every booth is occupied, and the only free seat is a small table by the window. You set your bag down and slide into the chair, pulling your phone out as you wait. You’re early, it’s still 10 minutes before you arranged to meet. Settling down, you check your notifications - nothing new, just a commendation email from the NSN and a couple congratulatory posts from your fellow superheroes. You smile and tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey, Y/N,” comes a voice from above. You look up to see Jongdae, standing there with a grin on his face and his hands resting on the table.

You relax into a smile, but suddenly, you’re nervous. “Hey, Jongdae. You’re early,” you say as he slides into the seat opposite you.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannons about malvie dates?

not exactly what you asked but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ First Date headcanons:

• Mal is the one who asks Evie first because Evie didn’t want to pressure Mal with a date when she had broken up with Ben so recently.

• It doesn’t mean Mal was prepared in any way though. She had no idea where they would go or what they would do. She just wanted to take Evie out.

• Mal having to ask the boys what she could do for their date. It’s all really cute because now that Evie already accepted she kinda wants their first date to be especial and nothing the boys suggest seems good enough for “her princess”.

• Mal decides to go for a formal approach and take her out to a restaurant. She only tells Evie to wear something fancy though. She also decides to go overboard and get a horse ride there and a couple more surprises along the way.

• Someday before their date, Evie tries to get Mal to calm down and tell her what’s up. Evie doesn’t know what she has planned but has seen her running around and very focusing on anything and Evie is concerned. Mal tries to distract Evie with her “sway” and while it doesn’t work Evie decides to let it go.

• “Alright, Mal. But only as long as you don’t pull another "I’m going back to the Isle” card on me.“ "Of course not, E.”

• (Evie is actually pretty scared of Mal doing that again. She doesn’t know if she’ll get her back this time, which is why she tries so hard to not pressure Mal into anything).

• (Mal would never leave her again though, she’s learned her lesson. Pretending to not care about being away from Evie was the biggest lie she’s ever told and she knows she’s hurt the both of them, which is why she’s trying to make this perfect).

• The day arrives. Evie wakes up to find Mal already gone, but she left blue and purple roses on Evie’s nightstand and her jacket. She wears the jacket even though it clashes with her outfit.

• Their date is on a Friday afternoon, so Mal left a couple notes on Evie’s purse and locker and even on her class seats. Evie smiles every time she sees them. They’re all really short and sweet (kinda like Mal when she’s being all romantic like this).

• Mal holds her hand through the day and takes her to all her classes. They eat lunch together and Jay and Carlos keep telling them to stop being so sweet.

• “Seriously Mal, I think I’m getting sick.” *grabs Evie’s hand over the table* “then die”

• Finally, school is over and they can go

• Just when they’re about to step outside it starts raining (like really, really hard) so they have to go back inside for cover. Mal is… Not happy about it. She starts to complain about all the things she had done and all the surprises she had for Evie and now they have to wait. Evie tries to get her attention but Mal is fuming so much she doesn’t listen, so Evie sits beside her on the floor and starts telling her about how she spent her rainy days on the isle. It takes sometime, but eventually Mal joins in and they both start talking about it what they did in storms and the good/bad memories they had those days.

• By the time they’re done it’s already dark outside but the rain hasn’t stopped. Mal is still mad about it so Evie kisses her on the cheek and tells her this was the best date they’d ever had.

• “but- we didn’t even do anything!” “Yes we did. We did everything people do on dates: we dressed in fancy clothes, got together and talked about our lives”

• Eventually their conversation drifts off from rainy days on the Isle to the Isle in and on itself and then, of course, Mal going back to the Isle. They finally get to talk about everything, Evie telling Mal to stop blaming herself and that she doesn’t hold it against her and Mal making sure Evie knows she’s not the reason she left and that she won’t make the same mistake twice.

• It feels like a weight was lifted off their chest, and it feels like the right moment to do so, so they kiss. They kiss after a failed date and a messy talk about feelings and its everything they could have hoped for.

AntiSepticEye’s trickery!

Jack was laying on the floor shaking and crying all alone when Signe comes in and finds him. She rushes over to his side worried rush. 

Sean what is happening?! Are you okay?! 

No….

NO?! What’s wrong? Speak to me!

Th-they’re all inside..

What?..

The egos are all inside my head fighting for dominance…They wont shut up and they wont stop h-hurting me.. Anti is corrupting them and they are all turning against each other… *softly sobs* Signe p-please help me escape..

………But Sean i thought they were all characters..

That’s what they wanted you to think..They tried so hard to cover their tracks..They are as trapped and helpless as i am.. They have no hope and no way of escape…

What can i do about it? How can i help?

Kill me….

NO! That is NOT happening. I will never kill you!! 

There is no other way out…i’m so scared…If they kill me they have control of what happens to my soul but if i do it or you do it or pretty much anyone else does it then i will be set free…Signe i cant let them kill me…

This isn’t fair.. *small tears form*

Please don’t cry.. Baby i love you so fucking much but this cant go on anymore..

I love you more then life itself.. i could never imagine myself doing this…

I’m weak and i cant get up. I need you to do it for me please..

*Signe goes over to get a heavy jagged rock she found outside*

This is for the better i promise..

No its not…

Yes it is..Take my word for it..

*she lifts up the rock*

I’m so sorry Sean…I love you..

I love you more..

*she slams the rock onto his head quick and hard* 

GODDAMN IT!!!! NOOO!!

*she cradles his lifeless body in her arms crying into his still chest*

i cant believe i just did that…

Oh but i can! 

*Anti and Schneeple walk into the room*

What the fuck!…

*Schneeple wasn’t moving, his stare was distant and his breathing was deep and slow*

What have you done?!

*Anti reveals a tiny puppet of Jack in his hands*

I was behind the scenes the whole time forcing little Sean to say whatever i wanted! *giggles*

You bastard! 

Aww poor you.

What are you gonna do now?!

Schneeple here now knows how to make dead bodies live forever and he knows how to stitch our bodies together so we will never be apart! He has become very useful these past few months *grins* 

This cant be happening…

 *signe drops to her knees sitting perfectly still while processing this new information*

Take him away Schneep

No leave him with me! He is my boyfriend and you cant have him!

I don’t think you love him all that much if you were so willing to murder him like that.. tisk tisk little girl

You cocky fucking dick!

Boo hoo. Thank you for giving him to me and making my job MUCH easier

*signe sits on the floor as Anti closes the door and cries all alone next to the puddle of her boyfriends blood…Life will never be the same*


@anti-support-group @fear-is-nameless @hufflepufftrax @marielgum @chase-brody-protection-squad im sorry i am fucking with your emotions like this ;^;