shes way too beautiful

She was the moon. Flawed, like everything else in existence, but so easy it was to forget that when you only saw her from down below, eliminating your darkness with the hope that surely, if an ecjantantress like her existed, so did goodness. But if I were to be consumed by her–if I were to explore her, she’d have not so much as oxygen to provide, nor a soul to wander with through her eternal barren grounds. I’d suffocate in the very darkness she shielded me from…from afar.
Where I was safe from any truths I chose not to accept. It was fine. Let me be selfish. I care not for her loneliness or isolation, because from where I stand, she’s too beautiful to see any other way.
She is the moon.
—  mindful-banter 
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I’m rarely ever patient with backgrounds and shading, but I couldn’t help myself with this one! Thank you so much @thecottonproject for creating such a beautiful and fun lineart for the @pjocoloringbookproject! There was so much included, but not so much that it was overwhelming to color in! It was the perfect amount! It was so much fun adding all the little details! You did a lovely job and I’ve always loved how you drew these characters! Thank you so much!!!

thecotton-candy-queen  asked:

Okay so I saw your Genderbend Tintin au and I said to myself: "Oh fuck I'm Too Bi for ladyTintin. Fuck" she's beautiful. Don't stop now

it’s been way too long since i last drew any tintin art, oh my goodness!! my blog tag says four months and that’s just terrible

i had a couple of designs up for a genderbend/spectrum slide tintin cast (1, 2, 3) so i’m not sure which one you mean specifically, but my personal favourite is the slightly-older one based on tintin’s image update in picaros 

i know ‘tintin’ is generally a shortened version of ‘martin’; but i’ve belatedly realised that was the reference behind ‘miss martine’ in alph-art so i have no remorse pinning her as ‘augustine’ instead

| Mirror | Bill Cipher

Your best friend’s name is Sally in this because shut up it was the first thing that came to my head.


“Hurry up, Y/N!!”

You took the time to fix the makeup on your face again. It wasn’t anything too extravagant as you weren’t really that kind of person, but your best friend had practically forced you to wear it. You got off with only wearing lipstick (thank god). After all, ‘today was the day for you to get turnt up’, as she so eloquently put it.

What was today? Oh. Halloween.

Whereas you’d rather be scaring kids that came to your door and gorging on candy while watching Netflix, your friend had other plans. She’d been invited to this haunted house, a.k.a a bunch of teenagers going to a crappy attraction then most likely go and get drunk afterwards and go to an actual party.

Yeah. You didn’t feel like doing that last part, if it wasn’t obvious. The only reason you’d agreed was because you’d never been to an actual haunted house.

“What’s the harm?” You muttered, dragging the red lipstick down the sides of your mouth to your chin in makeshift fangs. Yeah, yeah you were a vampire. Cliche, right? It was the only costume at Walmart that wouldn’t make you look like you were slack - the others only covered your most important parts and otherwise disgusted you.

Along with a long black cape, a jagged red shirt, ripped jeans and some knee length boots, You had on a white mask that covered the top half of your face, the material unique so that you could see out of it but that no one could see your eyes.

It was kind of sick actually. In a good way.

“Y/N!!” She whined once more. You rolled your eyes, capping the lipgloss and putting it down.

“Coming, coming,” You shouted back, running out the bathroom to meet her expectant eyes. She gasped and clapped her hands together, grinning.

“You look amazing!” She danced around, grinning cheekily. You rolled your eyes again but smiled a bit.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” You glanced over her Tinkerbell costume. Way too flashy for your liking, but she still looked beautiful. It suited her.

“Damn right,” She scoffed, hooking her arm with yours at the elbow. “Now let’s go show the city who’s ready to rock.”

“You mean the boys,” You responded, teasing. Your friend could get quite boy crazy.

She chuckled nervously, scratching her cheek. “Same thing, right?”


“Woah,” Sally breathed, looking up at the large establishment in front you. Beside her were about ten other teens in your little group. They were all from your school as you vaguely noticed the faces, but otherwise you didn’t think you’d ever even talked to one of them before. A couple of them were staring with the same awe, one looked completely bored out of their mind, and two were locked into an intense make out session, with no regards for PDA. You shivered, disgusted, and pointedly glanced away.

The house itself indeed did look, haunted, you thought. Large intimidating structures lit up in silver, courtesy of the moon, and covered in shadows. Contorted faces of monsters greeted you as you all walked up the pathway. There was a long line to go in and you sighed just as everyone groaned.

“This is gonna take forever…” One of your groupies mumbled. Well the universe must have heard the complaint because as soon as the words left his lips, a shout was heard.

“Is there a group containing more than ten people?” One of the guides shouted over the crowd. “We’re taking in the large groups first!”

Immediately your group started calling out, jumping and making noise. A minute later you found yourself walking into the entrance.

“Ooh…I’m so ready for this!” Sally fidgeted. You huffed. You were a bit excited too, but you wished you could have spent this with only her or more of your close friends.

The double doors closed behind you as soon as the last person stepped in, enclosing everyone in total darkness.

Squeaks and cries were heard while you just raised an eyebrow. Sally clutched onto your arm.

“Well that’s just great,” You spoke, sarcasm dripping from your tone. “How are we supposed to know where to go?”

As if switched on by your words, a trail of lanterns suddenly lit up, one by one, leading down and down into the house until you couldn’t see anymore, emitting a green, sickly light.

There were words painted on a sign hanging from the ceiling. It was only supported by a tiny string and looked like it would fall any minute. “CoMe” it spelled.

Ok. That unnerved you just a bit.

The group of you started making your way down the path.

Long story short there was a bunch of scares. Some funny, most cheesy, and a few special ones that made you jump.

(What? You absolutely did not scream that one time a skeleton hand grabbed your shoulder out of the shadows. Definitely not. Tell anyone that and you’re dead.)

You could tell that you were nearing the end as the scares got few and further apart.

“The Man in the mirror?” Sally mumbled. You all had stopped before a large painted over sign that pointed to the mirror below it. You looked at the person in the glass and for a second your heart jumped.

“Woah,” you breathed, for the first time intrigued. There was indeed, a man in the mirror. There was a grin on his face, though there was something wrong with it, something  not quite….normal. His wide dark eye was glazed over, the other covered by an eyepatch. He was adorned in a white dress shirt covered with a yellow brick pattern jacket that matches his boots. His teeth were gleaming white, his gloved hands behind his back and holding a cane whilst a… top hat? A top hat floated above his head. He seemed to be frozen in the position.

Weird. But intriguing.

“Say something and I’ll answer it….if you dare~A talk box was beside the mirror. It was funny how it tried to sound intimidating, and you sighed. Just when you were interested it had to be ruined with something corny.

One of your groupies 'ooo’d, even Sally looking scared and you just shoved your hands in your pockets. Disappointing.

Some of the guys elbowed each other to say something till you just spoke up.

“Hello,” You said, the boredom leaking through your tone. Your group held their breath in anticipation.

“Hello. You may not want to look into your mirror tonight…just a warning.”

One of the girls jumped. “Oh jeez! Looks like I’m not looking into my mirror ever again.”

“Are you being serious right now?” You mumbled. “That was about as scary as a baby panda.”

A chuckle.

Well it was more like a giggle, but nonetheless it startled you, making you worry they had heard your stray comment. But none of them were laughing. In fact they weren’t even paying attention to you.

Then who…?

You dismissed it as a lame sound effect of the house.

“Well let’s go,” Sally hushed everyone along. You pursed your lips.

“Actually,” you interrupted. “I think I’ll stay here. I’m not really feeling up for any more fake scares.”

“But..” Sally frowned.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured. “We have like fifteen minutes left in here anyway.”

“…ok,” She said cautiously. You watched till they disappeared into another room before letting out a breath, leaning against the wall.

Silence.

Your eyes couldn’t help but stray to the attraction again. It seemed like his gaze was boring right into you.

You chuckled. “I can’t believe they got scared in here,” you talked to yourself, rubbing your head. “It’s all a bunch of crap. I should’ve just stayed home.”

“Say something and I’ll answer it….if you dare~” the box spoke up again, responding to your noise.

“Is there a way to turn this thing off?” You muttered. You were starting to get a headache and it wasn’t helping. You kicked it as a little joke, but jumped when smoke started coming off it.

“Did I just break it…?” You blinked. “Hah…whoops.”

Your eyes went back to the man’s again and you narrowed your eyes. “They couldn’t have done better with you? At least have your mouth move when you talk.”

You walked closer to the mirror till you were right in front of it. “Then again,” you titled your head. “I must say I’m loving the bowtie. Very dapper looking.”

You tapped the mirror absentmindedly. “I wish I could have this permanent smile. How do you do it?” You mused, closing your eyes out of frustration. “Having to deal with these stupid people? Sometimes I just want to smash their heads in I swear.”

You rested your head on the cool surface, snickering. “Well not literally. Don’t think I’m crazy enough for that yet.”

“It’s harder than it looks. Dealing with these meatbags.”

You jolted, opening your eyes.

Only to find him looking right back, head turned in your direction.

You backed up, eyes wide. His eye followed you as if actually seeing you. You swallowed then let out nervous laughter.

“Oh you can move! Thought you just stood still. Scared for a bit.” You shook your head. “And talk with a different voice too. Cool.”

The man just leant forward, bringing the cane from behind his back and leaning forward on it, floating top hat following his movements.

“I’m talking to an inanimate object, great,” you slapped your forehead.

“Depends on what you’d call inanimate, Little Bat,” He hummed. You frowned.

'You know what?’ You thought. 'To heck with it.’

“Little Bat?” You harrumphed. “What, because of the vampire outfit? Real original.”

He shrugged. “I do try.”

You put your hands on your hips. “Okay there’s no way that’s a mechanical response. How are you doing that? Is there someone listening and sending you the answers? If so not cool, man!” You shouted to whoever was controlling this.

The man giggled, turning upside down, blonde hair floating around. “Cute. But I’m afraid not, love.”

You pursed your lips. “Then how…?” You got an idea and went around the mirror but there was no projector or man standing behind it. Just the smooth back of the silver mirror. You went back around.

“Tell me how this works,” You couldn’t help your curious nature, eyes gleaming.

The man shrugged. “I’m trapped in here. That’s all.”

You snorted. “Yeah right. You want me to actually believe that?”

“I mean you can believe whatever you want, little bat,” he crossed his legs indian style, still upside down as he bored his eye into yours. “I’ve been stuck here for years. Sucked right out of the dreamscape because of some stupid teens trying out an incantation. Forced to watch every tiny little human walk by here on this holiday. It never surprises me, the stupidity of the human race.” At first his tone was light and comical but as he continued it started to get dark, his smile widening. “Sometimes I wish I could just go out there and rip the smiles from their puny little faces. Splatter these restraining walls with their blood.”

You took another step back, eyes wide.

He snapped out of it at your action, laughing and flipping back right side up. “Ah, did I frighten you?”

You swallowed on a dry throat. “Uh yeah. Definitely…definitely a bit frightened. And normally I’d be running down the hallway by now and screaming but you still intrigue me, and I’m not taking that stupid faux story of yours for the truth. So spill.” You crossed your arms.

Instead of giving in he just laughed hard suddenly, holding his stomach.

“AHAHAHA!!” He kicked his legs in the space. “I knew there was a reason why you interested me, kid!”

You could only watch as he continued his hysterics. “Excuse me?”

“Come back here tomorrow,” He said. “Early.”

“Wha-”

You were cut off by a shout.

“We’re leaving!” You heard the voice of your best friend distantly. “Get over here!”

You blinked. How did he know you were about to leave?

“…I won’t be coming back,” You said.

“Yes, you will,” He said without a beat.

How dare he act like he knew you?

“I won’t,” You stressed. “Now if you excuse me, I have to leave.”

He only stared at you expectingly, resting his chin on his fist. You relented, turning around so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“…what’s your name?” You muttered. He snickered and you glared at the ground. “It’s only so that when I tell my friends not to come here to be assaulted by a man in the mirror I have a title.”

There was amusement in his voice when he replied. “You can call me… Bill.”

You mentally tucked the name into the back of your mind before taking a step towards the exit. Two steps. Three. When you were at the door and he still didn’t say anything, you couldn’t help it.

“Don’t you want to know my name as well?” You looked at the painted wood of the door. You heard a click of a cane against the nonexistent ground of the mirror.

“But I already know it.”

You stiffened.

When he didn’t say anything else you opened the door and just as you were about to swing it closed, a whisper echoed in the space.

Y/N~

You slammed the door shut.

When you finally met back up with your friends, you tried to ignore the way your heart ferociously beat against your chest.



You couldn’t sleep.

Trust me, You tried.

You read a book. You visited every single social media account you had. You drank some tea. Hell, you even took a pill at one point.

But no matter what you tried, you couldn’t sleep. Every time you closed your eyes the name 'Bill’ appeared behind them, teasing you, inviting you. You were sick of it. You were tired, anxious, and you absolutely could not get a wink of rest.

There were so many questions. Was someone just trolling you? Was it really possible he was trapped in there? Why hadn’t he told anyone? How did Bill know your name? Most importantly….

Why did he want you to come back?

“I’m not doing it,” You stopped that train of thought, scolding yourself harshly. You rolled over on the bed, stuffing your face into the pillow and pulled the sheets over your head. “I’m not going.”

As the clock ticked four thirty a.m. you found yourself heading out the door.

Thankfully you were sleeping over Sally’s house that night. Sally lived with only her grandma, her grandma that wouldn’t wake up if someone was blasting the radio next to her head.

It was easy enough not waking up Sally as well, though it almost gave you a heart attack how cautiously you got out of the bed she and you were sleeping in. You swore she almost woke up like ten times.

You tapped against the mask you wore, biting your lip. No you still weren’t in your vampire outfit, just the mask. Why did you wear it? Well that’s what you met Bill with. You saw his face but he didn’t fully see yours. It gave you a sense of….security.

By the time you reached the haunted house you were already regretting your decision. Nonetheless you steeled your nerves and went forward.

You dropped down from the window you had crawled through, swaying on your feet to regain balance. The darkness hit you all at once. It had been dark before but without the lanterns it was pitch black.

Well. You came prepared. You took out your flashlight. It flickered a bit before you slammed it against your hand and the bright light shone out in a wide, strong beam.

You made your way through. There were no people hiding in the dark to scare now, and the traps you had stepped on earlier you maneuvered around this time. As an effect, it was just silent. The only sound you heard was the dusty shuffling of your feet as you walked. Eventually you got to the room where Bill was.

You took in a deep breath, strengthened your grip around the flashlight and opened the door.

Bill was in the pose you had first seen him with, staring off into space. You felt your stomach tighten at just the sight of him. Nothing strange really ever happened in your life and this, just his existence, made your adrenaline spike.

Your eye caught a switch on the wall and when you flicked it, light flooded the room. Thank god you wouldn’t have to be in the dark anymore.

“Hello?” You hit yourself internally for stuttering as you stepped closer. “Uh, Bill?”

Silence. He didn’t even move.

You tapped the mirror after you crossed the room, wondering if you had to wake him up or something. When he still didn’t make any signs of movement after a while you deflated.

“Of course he’s not on,” you pressed a hand to your forehead, feeling yourself get angry. “He’s shut off like everything else in here.”

You bit your tongue to calm yourself down, shutting your eyes tight. How had you really been so stupid?

I wasted my time. “It was all just a stupid-”

“-trick?”

You made an embarrassing squeal and snapped your head up. Bill was grinning at you, twirling his cane. You couldn’t even say anything, your mouth opened wide. He burst out laughing at your expression.

“You should have seen your face! That was too good.”

If you were angry before, You were furious now. Somewhere deep down there was also relief that he was real, but mostly anger.

“I can’t believe you-ugh!” You almost tore your hair straight out of your skull.

Bill just watched you calmly. He leant on his cane, waiting for you to calm down. When you did, he smiled.

“Ah Little Bat, you’re hilarious. So, how’s that not sleeping thing going for ya?” He mused, stretching.

“How did you know I hadn’t-” you cut yourself off, shaking your head. “Forget it.” You had no time for that. “Why did you want me to come back?”

“Because I was lonely?” He tried, shrugging. You narrowed your eyes and he sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Because I want you to let me out.”

“Let..let you out?” You repeated, stunned. Something blue flashed in his eye and he nodded.

“Yes, let me out. Your hearing’s just fine, don’t be annoying.”

Um. Rude much?

“I don’t think that’s the way you should be speaking to someone you’re asking a favor from,” You crossed your arms. He had an uncanny way of pissing you off. “And besides, how were you so sure I’d come back today? What would you have done without me?”

In a split second his face was right up against the glass of the mirror, so close to yours he would’ve been touching you if not for the thin separating material. Your eyes widened and you froze, unable to move. His grin had widened, showing teeth. His eye was now coated over with a deep madness that bored straight into your soul.

“Because you’re curious,” He slammed his palms onto the glass as well. “And it’s that curiousity that kills cats such as yourself. I’d advise you to run, but would you heed the warning?”

You tried to swallow but found that you couldn’t. Your tongue was too dry.

When you finally managed to speak it was without thinking.

“I thought you said I was a bat?”

Bill blinked, looking surprised for the first time. Then he started laughing again, so hard you expected tears to start streaming down his face.

“Of course!” He knocked a fist against the glass. “How could I make such a mistake, Little Bat?”

You watched him lose it. “You’re insane.”

He stopped laughing creepily fast, shrugging as he returned to normal in a blink. “Sure I am, what’s your point?”

You opened your mouth before closing it. “You’re going off track. Why in the world should I release you? Not going to lie, people normally trap things if they’re causing chaos. How am I even supposed to in the first place?”

Bill just hummed, tapping the spot where your nose was in front of on the glass. You backed away, somehow feeling assaulted like he had actually touched you.

“You’re asking the wrong questions, dear~” He twirled the cane again. “What you should really be asking, is why I chose you to ask.”

“Alright then,” you caved. “Hit me. Why did you choose me?”

Bill didn’t even hesitate. “Because I like you.”

You almost choked. “You w-what?”

“I like you,” he repeated. “You interest me. From the minute you walked in wearing that ridiculous getup, I could tell you were different than the rest. That feeling only increased the minute we were alone.”

You could feel your body heating up, cheeks flushing. You forced it down, licking your lips. “And…You want me to let you out?”

“Thought I’d made that clear, little bat.”

“What’s in it for me?” You bit your lip. He tapped his mouth as if thinking.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“You,” you spat out.

His eye widened just as your jaw dropped as you realized how that sounded.

“N-Not like that!” You clarified, face now steaming as you shook your hands and head.

“That is a bit misleading,” Bill mused. Then he smirked, eye lidding seductively. “Though I’m happy to abide by your circumstances, kid~”

Oh. My. God.

You looked away as to not embarrass yourself further. “What I meant, was that you stay. Not just leave as soon as I let you out. I have so many questions…”

Bill seemed excited. A bit too excited. “That sounds fair. First, take off the mask.”

“Why?” You were taken aback.

“I want to see your face. It won’t work with a barrier like that.”

You took in a deep breath. “Fine.” You slowly removed the white accessory, smoothing your hair back and looking away so as to not see his reaction. When you inevitably looked back he had on a possessive smile that made you blush.

“Beautiful,” He purred.

“Get to the point,” You snapped, blushing harder. “What, w-what do I need to do?” Everything in you was screaming what in the world were you doing but your selfish desires were whispering in your ear for you to continue.

“Just put your hand here,” He pointed to the mirror. You shakily pressed your palm to the surface. His own hand lit up blue, enchanting you as the bright flames licked at his glove, but didn’t seem to burn. “Now repeat after me: θα σας απελευθερώσει, Bill Cipher, Δίνω την ψυχή μου.”

You repeated the syllables as if in a trance, the unfamiliar language rolling off your tongue. Bill grinned.

“Then it’s a deal,” He pressed his hand to where yours was. A blinding light flashed. The glass seemed to be melting as he started to step through. His hand passed through the mirror and pressed to yours, gripping your fingers. You gasped at the leathery soft feeling of his gloves as he shook your hand, electricity tingling through you at the contact. The last thing you saw properly was the bobbing motion of your arms and his last foot stepping out before everything happened at once.

Something exploded above you, deafening in your ears and plunging you into darkness. It took you a second to realize that it had been the lightbulb. Bill’s hand slipped from yours and you heard laughter, gleeful, mocking. You twisted on your spot round and round but you couldn’t locate the origin of it as the sound bounced round the darkness.

“I’m free!” He yelled.

“What are you doing?” You asked, starting to panic.

“'I like you’” He repeated the words he’d said to you, laughing. “What a joke! More like you were the only person gullible enough for me to win over their complete trust. You’re such an idiot!”

You felt a strong blow to your heart. What had you done?

“Though I suppose I should thank you for setting me free.”

Before you could register it, He was knocking you down to the floor. You could see his lone eye glowing yellow in the pitch black.

“And you do still interest me, believe it or not,” Hot breath hit your ear. His hands pinned yours to the ground, forcefully straddling you and pressing your bodies together. “So considering that you’re now bound to me for eternity-”

He bit down on your bottom lip.

“Let’s have some fun, Y/N~”




θα σας απελευθερώσει, Bill Cipher, Δίνω την ψυχή μου.

I release you, Bill Cipher, I offer my soul.


[Masterlist]

None of your business Part 1

 Request: Hello❤Could you write a Harry imagine based on his song kiwi or only angel?thank you!😊

Enjoy! (Sorry for any grammar mistakes!) Picture doesn’t belong to me! Feedbacks are very appreciated!

Warnings: slight smut


Harry couldn’t stop looking at her. He was mesmerized by the way she swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music that blasted through the speaker boxes, filling the entire hall with different types of sounds. Her knee-length black dress fitted perfectly to her body, outlining every curve of her petite shape. Her brown long and straightened hair fell loosely down her shoulders. She was completely and utterly beautiful tonight. It was a way too hard for him to tear his gaze away from her. She had him under her spell.

Harry knew he shouldn’t pay much attention to her. Not in that way he did right now. They were enemies after all. He should hate her instead of thinking about how sexy and hot she was. However, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop conceiving of how she would feel under his touch. Soft and gentle or rough and wild? He wanted to know how her lips felt when he’d kiss her and how she would taste. With every thought of her, his burning desire grew even more.

He was aware of the fact that she would not let him get to her. Not Harry. Also in general, she was very hard to get. Boys who wanted to date her struggled a lot by asking her out or trying to convince her that they deserved to be involved with her. She had been playing this game for years.

Harry chuckled. Maybe he should try even though he knew she would reject him. She despised him with her whole heart. Harry still didn’t know how their hostility really started. All he could say that she was acting like bitch and she thought he was a total ass. Harry was anything but an asshole, he was quite charming in his opinion. But he was very clever and knew exactly how to use his charm. He wrapped a lot of people around his finger in that way. Everyone but her.

But he was determined. Determined to finish this hostility between them. At least for tonight. It would be last time he would see her. And with this last time, he wanted to spend some moments with her.

He shook his head, grinning widely. His friends would say he was insane if they’d found about what he was going to do.

Harry took a last sip of his drink before he headed to the dance floor where she was dancing with her friends.  He fixed his jacket, making sure he looked good.

It was her best friend who spotted him first walking towards them. An alarmed expression appeared on her face and she immediately stopped moving, causing the whole group stop dancing as well.

“What’s the matter?” (Y/N) shouted over the loud music. But before her friend could respond, (Y/N) felt someone tapping on her shoulder. As she turned around, she stared into a pair of green eyes that she grew to hate. She had to admit, she was very confused why Harry stood in front of her, smiling at her.

(Y/N) crossed her arms in front of her chest, a not so happy and annoyed expression lingering on her face. Her friends suddenly placed themselves behind her, also arms crossed. Harry exactly knew that these move meant to intimidate him. But he was not intimidated at all. Quite the opposite, he was very amused.

The music stopped playing and the DJ told he’d take a little break for five minutes before the night went on. Just for Harry’s benefit. He hadn’t had to scream over the loud music.

“What do you want, Styles?” (Y/N) asked, trying to appear threatening.

“May I invite you over to drink?” He questioned, and tapped himself inwardly on his shoulder as he saw how perplexed (Y/N) suddenly became. She tried to cover her reaction by acting tough.

“Why would you do that?” She spat. “And how can you even think that I would agree?”

“C’mon (Y/N).” Harry insisted. “It will be the last time we’ll see each other. Can’t we just stop hating each other just for tonight? I just want to have a drink with you.” Not only that. But she didn’t have to know it yet.

“Piss off, Styles.” (Y/N) reacted harshly. Even though she was very curious about his sudden demeanor to hang out with her, she also had no desire for it.

“I’m not going until you say yes.”

“No!” She raised her voice. Why couldn’t he just stop getting on her nerves? She just wanted to have a fun night with her friends, and now Harry had destroyed her happy mood.

“C’mon babe, don’t be like that.”

“Go away, Harry!” The whole group of girls shouted in unison. Harry, as stubborn as he was, remained there, smirking evilly at them. Oh, how he loved to provoke them. And the next thing he did was grabbing on (Y/N)’s wrist and pulling her away from her friends.

“What the fuck, Harry?!” He heard her screaming behind her, feeling her trying to get rid of his firm grip. He dragged her to the bar, making sure she had a place to sit, ordering her favorite drink. Crazy that he knew what she liked.

“Here for you.”  He said, placing her glass in front of her. (Y/N) remained still, refusing to talk to him. Who did he think he was, dragging her away from her friends?

“Do you really want to give me the silent treatment?” Harry chuckled. Sometimes she could really act like a child. He was surprised that she hadn’t even slapped him yet.

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders, turning her head away from him. She was searching for her friends in the crowd, however couldn’t spot them. What good friends they were, leaving her alone with her enemy. Spot the irony.

“(Y/N), I know you won’t believe me, but I only want to have a good time with you. I know we’re supposed to dislike each other but can’t we just be nice to each other for tonight? Our ways will be separated anyway, and you will not see me ever again. So please, let’s share some good moments and have a normal conversation. I want to remember you in a good way. Not the bitch that you were to me.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. “Excuse me.” Harry mumbled. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re an angel, Harry. We both know that you’re not.” (Y/N) commented. Or maybe he was?  She contemplated if she should give him a chance to prove her wrong. There was some truth in what he had said. They wouldn’t see each other in the future and maybe it was time to act like two adults instead of two children and clear things right.

“Okay.” (Y/N) sighed, not feeling well with her decision. “You have only this one chance.” She took a gulp of her drink.

Harry smiled at her. He intertwined his hands, standing awkwardly next to her. “So… How are you?” He really had no idea how to start a conversation with her. I mean who would even know how to talk to their enemy?

“Uhm…I’m fine?”  She said, bewildered at his question. She hadn’t imagined her talk to begin like that.

“Now that we graduated High School, what are your plans for the future?” Harry inquired.

(Y/N) shook her shoulders. “College I think, what about you?”

“As crazy as it may sound, I want to apply to X-Factor.” To his surprise, (Y/N) began to laugh. But in a good way.

“I cannot imagine for you to start a career as a singer but good luck for that.” The tension between both of them started to ease and they felt more comfortable in each other’s presence. The more they talked, the more they found out new stuff about each other. Something they have never expected. At the end, they discovered that they were completely wrong about the other one. (Y/N) had judged Harry without knowing him and Harry did the same to her. However, what they have left their eyes on was the immense consume of alcohol. Drink after drink, they became more flirty and touchy. (Y/N) suddenly found Harry very attractive and wondered how it would feel to kiss him. And their drunken state lead to a huge mistake.

The rest of the night was like a blur. (Y/N) hardly remembered how Harry pressed her against a wall, kissing her wildly on her lips. She was totally intoxicated by alcohol, otherwise she would never let him touch her. They found an empty room somewhere in the club and luckily there was even a bed in there. Not caring about how many people probably have had sex in there, (Y/N) fell onto it with Harry hovering over her. He kissed her hungrily, enjoying the feeling and taste of her lips. They ripped off each other’s clothes until they were nothing but naked. Harry’s hands trailed down her body, exploring every spot on her body.

He found out how to touch her to elicit a sigh or a moan from her beautiful lips. He found out the right spots to make her go wild and crazy. The smell of her perfume hit his nostrils and Harry rolled his eyes in ecstasy. She felt good. So good. Kiss after kiss, mark after mark, they shared their first intimate moment. With every thrust, Harry felt more desire, more admiration and more passion towards her. Nobody made him feel like this before.

When they reached their highs, Harry collapsed on her chest, nestling his head between her breasts. Out of breath and still in a drunken state, both fell into a deep slumber, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled.

A few hours later, (Y/N) woke up with an immense headache. Rubbing over her eyes, she tried to get up, however two strong arms kept her away from it. As she turned her head to the person behind her, she experienced the biggest shock in her entire life. Harry was lying under the covers, naked. To her dismay, she found out that she was naked too. Tears spilled down her eyes and she covered her mouth, sobbing. What had she done?

(Y/N) couldn’t believe that she had slept with him. With Harry. Her enemy.

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(art by @meabhd aka the best artist ✨💞🌞)

Her

Her

Summary: For a moment, just a moment you thought the prefect life might be in your grasp.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1,156 (with lyrics)

Setting: The year Dean spends with Lisa so between season 5 and 6

Notes: #SPN Anti-Valentine’s Challenge by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing I chose Miranda Lambert’s song More like her.

Tag list:

Forever:

@winters-buck

@angryschnauzer

@marvel-lucy

@feelmyroarrrr

@aquabrie

@fandommaniacx

@thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

@supernaturallymarvellous

Supernatural:

@smoothdogsgirl 

@spnfanficpond

@aprofoundbondwithdean

 

She’s beautiful in her simple little way
She don’t have too much to say when she gets mad
She understands, she don’t let go of anything
Even when the pain gets really bad
I guess I should’ve been more like that

Reader POV

I should’ve held onto my pride, should’ve walked away just like he is with my head held high. But I guess stupidity runs in my veins. Stupidly thinking he’d want to settle down with me, have that white picket fence, Apple pie life we only dreamed about. He hadn’t promised forever, never knowing my true feelings, never figuring out how I felt about him, nor returning them. Ones I pushed aside to keep from getting hurt, and in the end they’re what done me in. Not watching Sam fall, Lucifer contained inside his body, into the cage, sealed away for the good of mankind. It’s not seeing Castiel’s vessel explode or Bobby’s neck snapped, both returned to normal thank God that has me wanting to curl into the fetal position and cry.

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sometimes i sit back and just have a laugh about how much i actually dislike downton abbey the vast majority of the time that thomas barrow isn’t on screen

NU’EST as Yanderes

Anon Asked:  Nu'est as yandere?

Here you go love !~

Other Yandere Series Include:

AGAIN* A Yandere is a character whom obsessed or loving towards the M/C. They appear kind and innocent towards that person, but when other people are around the one they love, they can become violent and or erratic, changing their whole demeanor.

Just a small description on what a yandere is~


JR: The Violent and Persistent Type;

While other women flaunted over him, the only person that he wanted to flaunt over him was you. To him, you were the only person that he had eyes for, never letting them wander because he never wanted you to see him as just another guy who would just hurt you in the end. He tired his hardest to present you with gifts of all sorts at work or school. Chocolates, stuffed animals, flowers, jewelry. Though at times it seemed tough for him because, he hated to show his true emotions in fear of becoming hurt by you, he would try anything and everything to earn your heart and love. After a while he didn’t care what others thought about him. He was drunk in love and on you that he didn’t care anymore if he appeared obsessed, all he knew was that he had to have you

   “I love you… As weird as it may be I have never loved anyone else, not the way I do towards you… With you it’s different. You’re not like all those other girls Y/N. You make me want to become someone else, someone better.”

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

In Yandere Mode; How could he be so dumb? Using his violence towards your bestfriend? Well it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t stand it whenever he watched as he pulled you into a big hug, letting it linger for far too long than it should have. And he couldn’t just stand there whenever his hands fell to your hands pulling you back forward into yet another hug that just pushed him over the edge. So once he had tackled him to the ground and struck him in the face over and over again with shaking fists, the only thing that had stopped him was the sound of your voice. As soon as you yelled at him, telling him that you never wanted to see him again and to stay away from you he shut down. All he could do was lay in his bed as thoughts of you drowned him, your sad face and words replayed over and over in his head. The only thing he could do was call you over and over again, leaving voicemail after voicemail hoping that you would soon come around.

  “Please Y/N ! I’m sorry for what I did ! Just answer my calls ! You’re all that I have !”

Originally posted by shoyeonji


Aron: The Gentleman Type;

If it was one thing he loved to do it was be around you. To others he was the most helpful and nicest guy around. Yes, it was true. If you needed help with an assignment there he was helping you, thought secretly he wanted to do all your work so you didn’t get a headache from working too hard. If you were hungry, he would cook for you, only to tell you that he had bought it in fear of you not liking his cooking. Though he seemed kind on the outside, being as normal as can be around you, in secret he was head over heels for you. He was so attached to you that he wanted to be around you 24/7, but never said so in fear of scaring you off or thinking differently of him. As long as he could support you and help you out as much as he could,letting you benefit from him, he was happy.

  “Yeah I have work today ,but I can take another day off to help your with your homework No no please don’t ever think that you’re bothering me ! Sorry..I just like helping you that’s all Y/N.”

Originally posted by jeonwonwoow

In Yandere Mode: Whenever other men talked to you even didn’t take it too lightly. But once someone tried to talk to your during your time together he would lose it. It was once thing for other guys to be around you, but it was another when they tried to pursue you into a relationship with them. He would not accept it. You were far too good for any of them and he was not going to let them try to take you away from him. As soon as the man who had been trying to get you to go out with him all week walked up to the table where you two sat, he became silent, his smile fading away as he stared at him intensely before threatening him away. In these moments he could careless weather his reputation was ruined or not. All he wanted was to keep you safe.

  “Listen here, the lady doesn’t want to be bothered anymore. Now I suggest you leave before I lose my patience and have to get up from here and teach you a lesson on how to properly treat women.” 

Originally posted by nuestgif


Baekho: The Protective and Devoted Type;

Because of his appearance everyone steered clear of him, in fears of being buldozed. Rumors of him went around on how he was rude, and mean to anyone who came in contact with him. But you didn’t believe one word of it. When it came to you he was the most sweetest and caring person ever. He cherished and protected you, always making sure you had all that you needed and that no one messed with you. During school he walked behind you in the hallways glaring at anyone that dare look your way, but whenever you turned around to smile at him, he returned it with a bigger and innocent smile. He never wanted you to know that he warned off anyone who was interested in you. He didn’t want you to hate him, but there was also no way he would let anyone else have you either.

  “Goodmorning Y/N! Ready to go to class? Oh no don’t worry I haven’t been waiting long just about an hour or two,but I could wait all day if it’s for you.”

Originally posted by rninghao

In Yandere Mode: He devoted himself and his life to you and only you. He didn’t care to die as long as it was in your honor. He would do anything and everything just to see you smile. Whatever you wanted, there he was trying to please you, so whenever it came to his violent tendencies he did his up-most best to refrain from doing so. But whenever someone tried to come up to you in a harmful way he couldn’t hold back any longer. Before he could inflict any pain on that person he would remember your smiling face and hold himself back, shoving them to the floor, spitting on them before he took off.

  “You’re lucky that I was saved along time ago. Now get out of here before I really smash that face of yours. And you better stay away from Y/N too, or you’ll get another visit from me and next time I won’t be so nice.”

Originally posted by gotsomuch-chyeah


Ren: The Shining Prince;

Although he was the most popular and respected man around, that still didn’t stop him from falling in love with you. He could care less about hat anyone said about his choice of choosing you,because to him you were the most beautiful and fascinating human being that he had ever laid his eyes on. But as soon as someone talked about you he became upset, he never wanted anyone to speak ill of you. He always wanted to make sure you were the happiest that you could be. During the day he would appear in front of you,kneel before you and kiss your hand before smiling up at you asking a million questions, to if you had already eaten, to if you were feeling alright that day to if you needed a ride to school/work. Because he didn’t want to annoy you too much he would watch you from afar,hidden away so you wouldn’t see him and become freaked out. No matter what he always wanted to be there,near you just in case you needed him.

  “Hello my fair lady, did you need anything today? No? Well at least take this. *Kiss* you look magnificent today.”

Originally posted by yeoboseyos

In Yandere Mode: The one thing he would not tolerate is someone bringing you pain or sadness. You were to always be cherished and treasured because to him you were that of the most precious jewel. When he walked into class waiting for you,to walk you to the next class he became angry when he saw you trying to pull away from the person who was far too persistent in wining you over. Immediately he would take action. He just couldn’t grasp how someone could use such force on you, his woman. He would pull you back gently, telling you to wait outside for him because he didn’t want you to see the scene that was going to play out next. After you had left, he would close the door behind him before inching near him, ready to attack.

  “You hurt someone that was close to me, someone that I love deeply. Now you are going to pay for your sins. I will make sure that once we are done, you will never again come near her.”

 Yes Ren ~

Originally posted by woopyun


Minhyun: The Quiet Yet Dominant Type;

Though he was quiet around you and everyone else, he was beyond possessive over you. He didn’t understand how someone could be so perfect. You had all he wanted. He loved watching you talk,biting his lip at the movement of yours. He loved your fragrance that he always caught a whiff of whenever you walked by. The way you laughed sent shivers down his spine. He wanted you in the most desirable way,but couldn’t let you know, so around you all he could do was keep his distance. His longing for you was so overwhelming that he feared he would break you,if you gave him the chance.

  “She is far too beautiful in every way imaginable. I want her..no. I need her.”

Originally posted by nuestquality

In Yandere Mode; If he ever did get his hands on you he didn’t know how he would be able to control himself. It was one thing he feared because even though he had loved you so, his lust was much more stronger and it soon took a hold on him. So the one day that you were getting ready to leave to your next class he would come in n lock the door behind him before he went over to you and pinned you up against the wall,breathing heavily down your chest, his eyes twirling as his fingertips started to wander down your body. He then would growl out his confession for you with an apology for acting this way towards you, letting his hunger get the best of him.

  “You don’t know how crazy you make me. And then you tease me and rub other guys in my face by being all lovey with them in front of me? Now I’m going to punish you. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle my little lamb.”

Originally posted by blackpastghouelle


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